Welcome, my humble children of Realphobistan, to the first ever Realphobistan Sermon, which will be hosted every friday.
I shall start with the meat and potatoes of the forum, its glorious birth.
In a time before the administrators decided to create this land, there was another. Another land beyond this one, a forum that was dedicated to roleplay, just as this one is. But, like all great things, it fell. Whether it fell due to a forum-wide uprising, or died from its own sin, it sunk into the abyss.
Then lo and behold, the creators fabricated this land, Realphobistan, in an attempt to revive the community and roleplay. Needless to say, it worked, and so we ARE.
Through the thick and the thin, the great country has remained intact, through fire, warfare, and crusades, we have remained strong, all due to our faith in the mighty nation, that which is Realphobistan.
Praise be.
All ye who are a part of this glorious nation, bow, bow your heads before the phobia that which is reality, and relinquish your sins of truth! Purge! Purge the evil! PURGE!
P-RAISE BE!
The world is not a nice place. It is not your friend. It will not be there for you in your time of need. It will not protect you. But we will.
Join hands now, brothers and sisters, as we sing to the rythm of our glorious realphobia, the rythm that which all fantasy generates as the minds work to produce the emaculate, wonderous worlds of which we reside! Sing! Sing!
"Allllllll glory come before weeeeeee, that whiiiiiiich is produced by theeeeeeeeee!
For the tiiiiiiiiiiiime that which we speeeeeeeeeeend, is beheld in the minds of meeeeeeeen!
We aaaaaaare,
We beeeeeee,
And we fight, for the glory of theeeeeeeee!
For which, you exist in my heeeaaaaart, we draw within our minds the aaaaaart,
That which you so lovingly giiiiiiive, to us, who do so little as liiiiiiiive-
In our minds, we all just ran and ran...
THE GLORY,
THE NAME,
THE LIFE, OF REALPHO-OBISTAAAAAAAAAAN!"
*clears throat*
Sermon dismissed.
May the fantasy be with you.