That is all.

Once upon a time, this page was something entirely different. Once a boiling, festering quagmire of pretention and ignorance simultaeneous. A leaderless circle of failure. No better or different than the rest of the now firmly extinct Bebo metal pages. It was the Dark Ages of MFC that brought this page it's infamy, unfortunately being the Era that coincided with Bebo's rise to fame on the interbutts.

But there was a man...

He began as but a boy in the masses, indistinguishable yet unique. He saw the rotten core eating away at MFC, slowly reducing it to a pitiful amalgam of retards and Slipknot fans, and it displeased him.

As the boy grew from his immaturity, his desire to change things grew in parallel. Flaming and spitting at all he could find to listen, he knew there were but few who would help his cause, though many were able. The Christians waging their war on Slipknot held him with disdain, his optimism and exhuberance being anathema to them, the cynics. Try as he might, he could not but establish a toehold in the seething masses of the Dark MFC. His frustration piqued, and his strength deserted him. He fled...

A year passed. Bonds formed, broke, and reformed, loves found and lost, lessons learnt and mistakes made. The boy grew from nothing to something, finding his path among the wandering travellers and accepting his life; he turned his head to the sun, proudly.

While his life changed, so had MFC. The day of the man's humble return was that of joy, finding an MFC ruled by a New King, presiding over his subjects with benevolence yet strength, a new world did this boy who became a man look upon, with his new eyes. And it pleased him.

The man came to be known throughout the New King's domain, loved and hated alike. Though the waves broke upon his coming, the King came to love him, and the man did reciprocate, loving the King as his brother.

From the humble beginnings of chaos, this group of survivors had grown, dwindled, and rekindled into a version of itself unrecogniseable to old eyes.

However, it became apparent that the decline of Bebo had not spared this relic of a better time indefinitely. One by one, weaker comrades succumbed to their baser forms, and allowed the Peer Pressure to take them to Fæcesbook. Slowly, the core that had kept MFC whole and preserved throughout the beginning of the Demise of Bebo began to erode like sand in the wind. The King's most trusted brother departed, signalling the beginning of the end for his Era...

And now, the King is gone... Long Live the Old King. His pain over his brother's absence pained him to abdication. May he find solace in his ruminations in recluse.

And so the Boy Who Became A Man must step into his shoes, and rage once more against the dying of the light. Perhaps it is a vain cause, perhaps not. Regardless, it is nothing but a worthy one...

The question remains only this now;... Who will be my Brother?

I have watched over and raised this page, as you have probably all read from my, what I like to think, funny yet epic stories of the creation of this page. I made this page into what it was. It is now, however, just a shell of it's former self. I honestly wish I had left when Dan did. My finger was hovering over the button. Waiting to click. But I didn't think all the fun drained from bebo. I was wrong.

I actually hate seeing it like this. All nostalgia I could have had, had I left back then, has been wiped from my memory. Now all I will think is how shit it is.

I won't delete my bebo. But I am leaving as a mod to all but the EMFC.


If there are any pages you want to run, then comment below.
- http://www.bebo.com/Thrashers-Unite
- http://www.bebo.com/Dead-Empire
- http://www.bebo.com/Death-Metallers
- http://www.bebo.com/doommetal
- http://www.bebo.com/FolkMetalLovers

If no one applys for one of them then I will leave, for some of them it doesn't matter because there are other mods. But for ones like Doom, Folk and Thrash then they will be deleted.
I'll give you until Monday morning for that.



Either way, it's not my place to care any more.


I will miss this place, I met some really amazing people here. Hell, most of you know how close me and Dan are, when we actually have the time to speak that is, and I met him here.

See ya.