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He shouldn't have gone so far in. Paco knew that. Everyone knows that. Yet he did anyways. He let his interest and curiosity get the better of him, and he was feeling the consequences of the decision he had made. See, almost two years ago, Paco1150 began Treading the Threads. He knew it was dangerous, but that didn't deter him, just made it all the more exciting. As a Thread-Treader, he saw new and extremely full threads, threads which had once been the height of the Kitchen, now fallen into dust, laying forgotten for eons, and those threads which never got any more than 1 page of replies. It made him detached from reality, from time, from those invisible strings that keep us together and keep us human. In order to Tread the Threads, one must go in between them first, through over one hundred pages containing thousands of threads. As is only necessary, something that stays somewhere for a long enough time begins to take on itself that place's reality. Things were not meant to live in a reality that is not their own, and because of this, the reality you are currently in begins to shape you toward itself. And these transitional, liminal spaces, such as the pages of Adohand's Kitchen, were never meant to have any permanent resident. It is a place meant to be passed through, not lived in. Paco, however, in his immature pride, ignored these facts, and continued in the pages for months at a time, only coming out occasionally to check on his friends. By the time he finally decided to come back to our reality, many of his friends had gone offline, and now the reality of his body no longer matched ours. He finally felt the full effects of his extended occupation while Treading the Threads, and there was no turning back. He was now cursed to forever live in the pages between the Threads, only ever able to occasionally check in when he could gather up the mental and material strength. He was now a liminal being, without normal human feeling, without any knowledge of the passing of time. He was beyond time now, in a place where time did not exist. Where one can just as easily access threads from 8 years ago as threads from 2 minutes ago, time becomes irrelevant. Paco1150 was now, forever, Treading the Threads.

(This lore is my excuse for no longer being online and probably only ever posting semi-normally in the Archives Thread.)

Feels like you’ve been treading them for quite a while, Paco…