AND YEA, SO IT WAS, THAT CHAOS REIGNED ACROSS THE LANDS OF GEEKHACK
a single ship floated, crossing the great sea, oars straining against the waves and hull of hunger and despair. "NO MORE ATTACHMENTS?!", they cried, tears streaming. "NO MORE WIKIS?!", they cried, their homelands lost, naught but fields, streams, ravines, gulches in their own memories and in the stories they told each other for comfort.
when they sighted land, half were crazed with hunger, the other half fixated on the bodies of the dead. hence the watchman, with a shout "LAND, YEA LAND!", all turned and crowded against the bow, pushing on each other and the rail, little ones half crushed by the pressure of the desperate but whose lungs suddenly filled with hope. all on board now would live. the land of deskthority awaited. a temporary home to be sure, but a home nonetheless...