Hello, wondrous spectres that lurk the halls of this fine organization of Hollowed Hearts. It's a fine evening to roam through Thelix's kitchen, wander dangerous halls that might hold Duxia's pranks, or even visit the crabby old pirate down in the Gardens, is it not?

Perhaps you should even stop there, or knock on another nobody's door; in hopes to have them regale you with a tale of their adventures. Of their escapades, or dastardly deeds. Perhaps they do not have a tale to share, perhaps not any more.

I know that, my own tale, within this organization, has come to an end. There is nothing else to explore, no unknown region that I 'feel' that need to exploit, for the better of our community. Your twelfth member is only holding you down.

And that member is me. Now, do not weep, or whatever it is you wish to do to carry on in the illusion that you possess a heart, that you possess feelings. For I am not disappearing, not entirely. I will just no longer be helping our super-superiours, Lexnag and Xyka, with their tasks.

Not that I ever did much, anyway. No, I sought after that power, and once it was thrust into my lap, like a screaming and wailing infant with its cord just cut, I had no idea what to do with it.

So I step back. Unsure power is just as bad as abused power. I step back, and open the window, for those of you that still care, those of you that still 'feel' that urge to seek out the missions, who strive for the approval of your Superiours, who will stop at nothing to be whole again,

I step back so that you may step up. So that you may prove yourselves worthy, and perhaps receive a glimpse of what this power is all about.
But I will no longer be around. I will no longer help you with your tasks, I will no longer be assigning you missions, and no longer will I be lingering in this castle.

Perhaps our paths will cross again, fellow spectres, but by then, you should be much more powerful within this organization than I, and, with all intentions correctly placed, you will know how to use that power.

My heart is not heavy as I write this,
I will miss but a few of you; do take the best of care of that kippy and katagon that roam the halls, will you not?

And now, I feel I have said enough, fear that it has been too much, but dawn is drawing close, and I must say one final thing:

Farewell,
My Friends.

You will be 'missed'.
If 'miss' is something we can 'feel', that is.








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Hello loves, I don't know how many of you know me, as I was never very active as an 'admin' in this club, but my main account is ~chrnoskitty, and I would like to say that, I, ~chrnoskitty, am formally resigning from 'Assistant Administrator' of HHO.

However,
that does not mean that this club will die.
Not in the least.
You know the past.. five... or so journals?
They were made by your other admins ~ArrowofChaos and ~Kurayami-Uthmar, who, are basically the lifeblood of this club, now that it seems the original creators of this club have left their baby to the sharks, and the cold, merciless hands of strangers over the internet.

Anyway, as was made clear in Masx's statement, I regret nothing, but I still feel that it is time to leave. Or, at least, step down. However, I will say, it was fun. While it lasted. The late nights in the chatroom, the pure insanity of things, the constant competitiveness to 'get to the top', and to always have more points than our lovely AOC...

Yeah. It was fun. But it's something I don't feel we have a capacity to return to; It's been almost a year, did you guys know that? And we haven't returned. Our roads have diverged too far. We're better people for it, but we're also different. So I say it's time to pull on our 'big boy' panties, and let go.

Not everything lasts forever. And forever is even shorter on the internet. So, again, without a regret in my heart or mind, I resign.

Farewell, Hollow-Hearts-Org.
You shall not be missed, but remembered fondly, when you were in your heyday. When things were intelligent, and competitive.

But still,
Farewell.
Auf Wiedersehn.