Livejournal Datacentre Power Outage

In the timespan it takes for energons to still, for lights to dim, for discs to wirr down, a hundred thousand teenagers lost their emotional expression conduit, and were beside themselves with unknown. A few of the geekery sort no doubt tried to blog about the outage, to no avail. With no artifact of focus to bind them together, two factions quickly formed: With no conduit to temper their anguish, thousands perished in a blood-red haze, a tragedy unreported and forever unknown, as the cam- and comment-whores never bothered to relate the tale. With no conduit to waste their time, another sought alternate vehicles for expression. Some turned to repressed addictions in Evercrack, others irc. Fewer still remembered the smell of the great outdoors, and reacquainted themselves with its vestige. That reawakening is worth every drop of blood spilled for the chance. Your great sacrifice has earned you mention in countless blogs and angsty journals, even if only by tongue-in-cheek conjecture.