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[The_Negotiator]

Greetings everyone,

I'm Cursive Soul, or Mic (Pronounced Mike), as everyone called me on blogring. (My username was The_Negotiator. If you're feeling daring, go to BR. Ask around about me. The stories you'll hear...haha).

To tell you about myself, I was at that site for over two years, logging posts. Because of the way I handled people, and of my strong opinions and beliefs (Voted board most Opiniated more times than I could count), I quickly rose to the position of forum mod, then Global Moderator. That was a long time ago. I was removed, once, because, to save you the long version, I used my power, unlike the innefectual leaders we had then, and thusly, those same individuals rose up and overthrew me.

I brooded for some time, continuing to post. Due to popular support, I rose to forum mod position again, then to GM, once more. I became the longest standing, non-resigning/quitting GM on BR. I've survived three ownership changes, and many other events on the site.

That was, of course, until recently. My girlfriend, Jamie Lynn, was a co gm with myself. (I believe her username is Twin_Cinema on CB). Though we were firm, we were fair. We did our jobs, and because we didn't have a stable staff, did most of the mod work ourselves. We were recently stripped, due to our "strong" opinions, and for biting back when individuals lashed out at us. Because our forum admin is a little kid, he's easily influenced, and thusly, we were overtaken (again). After two years of playing drama with children, I grew tired of it. Tired of arguing. Tired of defending a hardcore group of members which really just continued to shrink or hide in their Secret Societies. So I left.

( Ha, that sounded so melodramatic xD).

And now I'm here. I kind of view this as a fresh start, a repeat process. BR was my home, maybe CB will, dependent on the reception. Either way, glad to be here, and I wish you the best.

For more info on me, hit my myspace at:

http://www.myspace.com/americanapunk

~or~

AIM: Americanapunkx

~Mic

[The_Negotiator]

I will begin posting full time on Createblog soon.

I'll tell you the portion of my story no one here has heard yet. And yes, it's going to sound melodramatic, but it always is that melodramatic. I will share this in the thread, but I'll tell you first.

There were always titans. Since near the beginning, there were a handful of us whom were close, good friends. We worked hard to keep our site together, to foster new friendships, to push into the future.

With ultimate power comes ultimate responsibility, as they say. And ultimate corruption. There was a delicate balance of power. The mod staff, in itself, was a bloated sesspool of corruption. One giant clique, which we were forced to bow to. We could not speak if they didn't like it. We were shot down. We were right, but that didn't matter. We had no voice.

Then, one day, everything changed. One of the staff left. I went above our community mods, our GM's, and one of our admins. The site owner made me a GM. The balance of power, shifted then. The one person they perhaps hated the most, was now equal. (Equalized, of course, by the then immense community backing I had).

Near immediately, I called into question the practices of our current staff. I called for their removal, I called them foolish, innefectual, and above all else, weak.

It took four days for a petition to be circled by the clique staff to have me removed. I was stabbed in the back and removed.

Weeks went by. By this time, the caged bird had been let fly, of course. Even after being shot back down to regular member, I began an outcry. A rebellion. My enemies had been made apparent, and, in the name of the collective good, I made it my mission to overthrow them. They laughed.

They laughed up until the point, using open attacks, debate, and certain manipulations perhaps I'm not proud of, that they began to be removed one by one. I was promoted to Boys Only Mod, which would be the contemporary equivalent of the worst post possible, yet, we did well for ourselves in boys only. For different reasons, their clique fell apart, mostly because they assumed control of different Secret Societies, and for the most part, abandoned the community. I was promoted GM again.

I did my job well, and, for not really having a full staff list, the four GM's whom were active really cleaned house. We survived hacks, we survived takeovers. But we survived. As I mentioned, I was forever called opinionated, and quite "blunt".

It was popular opinion I was power hungry, though, while that seemed to be the favored accusation, it was never substantiated. I finished every controversial, challenging post, with a "prove me wrong". They never did. Everyone knew my name. I was revered by most, and absolutely hated by the most powerful members. I endured more flaming and personal attacks than anyone, and, to their chagrine, didn't have a problem throwing it back.

This occured, of course, over a two year time span.

The intricacies are too much to recount, it really all unfolded like a made for TV movie. I met my current girlfriend on blogring. I've made many friends.

Recently, the other two GM's resigned, finally. The last vestiges of a dying regime had ended. BR, I, had peace for months. All really was well. It was quiet, after years. And I enjoyed it.

I had, of course, dealt with the machinations behind the scenes. The constant plotting, the constant brooding. I spent a good portion of my time quelling rebellion. In my comfort, I grew lax. I was unchallenged, I was enjoying my post in paradise, with my dear Jamie Lynn.

A week ago, suddenly, without warning or plausible reason, I was removed. She was as well, at the drop of the hat. No real explanation given. It was just done. The previous, moderators were put back in power.

The same mods, if I may quote one, which said "BR can rot in hell, for all I care." And suddenly, everything seemed futile. There was no outcry, though one could have been made. No call to justice or reason. The community had changed then, I realized. All the old members were gone, I knew then. I, she, we were fighting for a memory. A shadow. Something lost, long ago.

Most of my topics are trashed. I don't really bother to reply anymore. There is no point. I feel a dramatic sense of loss over it all. I hate to fail.

I don't know what to expect here, and I don't ask anything. I'm just seeking a fresh start. I hope I can get it.

I still have some loose ends to tie up. Then, when I get finished with BR for the final time. I hope to make fast friends, and I'm sure, given time, I'll tassle with a few of you. All in good fun. :)

Also, thanks for the welcomes, and Ranniel, if it makes you feel better, Michael sold off BR a month or so back. Since that time, we've been re-sold again. Not that Michael actually did anything. :P