3zy's note: Here's a log that needs a bit of explanation. If you don't need the history, you can go ahead and jump to the log without any hassles.  It's all ASCII text, since it's a bit too long to put through the mill like the rest of them.

 Following the decline of the nWWWo forum, a forum based around the Rantsylvania "supersite" sprouted up.  It really cooked for awhile, then apparently it boiled, scalded, and curdled.  The place was strictly in Lord of the Flies mode when head fella Scott Keith decided to pull the plug.  I'd stuck my head in there exactly twice before the decision to pull the plug was made, but I knew the place meant something to more than a few people, so Terralthra and I, as ordained ministers of the Thread Church (really, we got our credentials online from Universal Life Church and everything), declared Jubilee for the final 24 hours of its existence.

The Biblical Jubilee happened every 50 years in Israel (or would've...I'm a bit rusty on whether anybody ever put it into practice).  All debts were forgiven, all wars called off, all slaves freed, and people feasted and were happy.  That seemed appropriate enough for the situation as it stood.  There was a Holy War in progress, and I thought it would be an original idea to ask for one day of Holy Peace, hitting the reset button before we went back to the inevitable kicking the crap out of each other.  For the most part, it came off pretty well, and just before midnight Eastern time, we sealed the doors to send the forum out with a modicum of half-assed dignity.  Then we moved the party to the Thread aPa chatroom, and an ungodly number of people showed up to chew the fat.  Before Snow cut the log on, SK showed up long enough to ask if we were done, then threw the switch to stop new posts (but thankfully didn't hit the delete button on the whole forum).

SK took his RS.com party to EZ Board, which apparently had tighter controls, but that didn't last much longer than it took to write this sentence.  After all sorts of ungodly melodrama with contributors and partners, he folded what was left of the site (thesmarks.com, by that time) into 411 Wrestling, and migrated to Inside Pulse during a slightly more benign schism.  He got a book deal in there somewhere, and is loved, dreaded, and/or scorned in various circles.  That's why they make chocolate and vanilla, I guess.