This is my official statement in respect to “fuck readalot” movement:
In the bustling, digital corridors of MESO, a forum teeming with warriors, wits, and whispers of fitness secrets, there was a member known to all as Readalot. With a zeal unmatched by others, Readalot dedicated his every waking hour to a singular mission: ensuring the purity, safety, and sterility of the “gear” that his fellow forum members used to reach their peak potential.
Unlike the others, Readalot didn’t indulge in camaraderie or casual chats. He was a lone crusader in the world of online discussions, deeply invested in the science of testing and sterilization. Day after day, he poured over research, shared lengthy posts packed with data, and championed the importance of safe practices. For him, it wasn’t just about getting bigger or stronger; it was about making sure everyone could chase their goals without needless risks.
Yet, the more he gave, the less he seemed to receive in return. Threads drifted away from his warnings, and members would skim his walls of text, often ignoring them or firing back with sarcasm. “Fuck Readalot,” they’d joke, or dismiss him as some fanatic taking things too far.
With no family or friends to ground him, Readalot grew more isolated with each post. It became all too easy to lose himself in the digital trenches, where every day felt like a battle that had to be won. But beneath his relentless pursuit, a shadow of doubt began to creep in—a question he could no longer ignore: Was anyone even listening?
In time, the disillusionment grew. Readalot realized that for all his efforts, he was only fighting echoes. The forum wasn’t a place for his carefully crafted advice, and his “mission” was slipping away. Eventually, even Readalot had to concede that his crusade had been in vain. He had poured himself into a cause, only to find an empty promise in return.
When Readalot finally left MESO, his absence was barely noted. A few members smirked, “Guess we finally got rid of him.” The forum moved on, leaving Readalot’s contributions to gather dust, forgotten in the shadows of digital oblivion.