It was a good run... maybe. It's dead now though. Rest in shit.
- well boys 😥 guess is all over 😩 i goota call my mom 😨 tell her that i lost it all 😫 i'll be on the streats soon 😪 roasting rats on a garbage fire 🐭 sucking pennies out of the sidewalk cracks 😱 just to put gas in my kids 😭 trading gum for smokes with the other ex bloaders 🙊 around town and we'll talk 😦aboit the times 🕐 we tooted an blamed it on luigi 😔 maybe ill trade in my upbloards ❎ for a bag of crsisp 🇬🇧 and a sodie bottle
- *posts thread and gets 1 reply* Welp, that’s it. Time to pack it up. Bloard is dead, we’re fucking done. I’m going back to FYAD and making a weird twitter account to mourn the loss of this raw epicness. *jerry responds to my thread* ...sike! Bloard is epic. This shit is so fucking hype. Holy shit dude, bloard is back and better than ever. I just came
- Kinda feel like it would be better if it had some chat rooms and more cliques. What kind of social acclaim am I striving for on here? Needs more cool guys to berate me too. Someone to call me gay for talking about stuff I like. I need to feel like I want to be friends with that guy for doing that. Also needs more people that I then call gay because they do something I don’t like. Not enough people we all collectively hate on here, too many likeable folks. Need a jomny sun on here. Also need some people to have a few more melt downs, come on. Jesus is it that much to ask? You guys can’t talk about how bad your lives are a little more? I need to feel like I’m a king compared to the cringy people, and also find some enjoyment in laughing at the downfall of others, and then getting called gay by the guy I idolize and strive to be friends with. Also no one’s talking about some real issues (We have a president people!!!) I need to see some posts on here that are meant to make me scared but really just make me feel disinterested and inevitably frustrated. Bloard doesn’t offer any of this unfortunately :/ just constant threads of bits, some good natured discourse, and friendly folks. RIP
- You part the hanging cloth and enter the fortune teller's tent , immediately feeling a respite from the unbearable heat and harsh winds of the desert. The air is dense with a dry smoke you have never smelled before. Word of her talent has crossed the ocean to your land, whispered into the ears of those who would desire to know of such a force of magick. It was no easy task to track down her ever-shifting location, and you look the worse for wear, but you know it will all be worth it, when you finally learn the truth you have been seeking your whole life… YOU HAVE COMPLETED YOUR JOURNEY AT A FORTUNATE TIME…YOU MAY ASK ONE QUESTION AND I WILL ANSWER TRULY. The voice doesn’t seem to come from the shrouded figure hunched unmoving over a dark notched sphere, instead filling the space from no particular source, but there’s no doubt in your mind that she is responsible. You remove the cloth from your face, and ask: "Please, all I wish to know is this: what does the future hold for bloard.com?" You hold your breath as she leans towards her objekt in a nearly imperceptible movement. I SEE... I SEE......... I SEE THAT THERE ARE POSTS YET TO BE MADE…. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY MANY EPIC LOLS YET TO BE HAD….! A pause, but you sense that she isn’t done with you yet. I SEE… THAT AS LONG AS THESE REMAIN TRUE… BLOARD WILL NEVER DIE! You don’t realize that you had closed your eyes as the proclamation surrounds you, but as you hear the last sentence conclude, you are struck by a wave of heat and open your eyes, confused . You are in the desert, nothing in sight but the horizon, with only your half-blown-away footprints as company…