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Log: 4 June 11, 2023
The time is currently 6:03 am. The Archive of Our Own, the wondrous utopia that we have helped create and watch flourish, has been MIA for 24 hours. For 24 hours ago we were under attack and siege, 24 hours ago we had been dealt with what we thought was a bit of log or connection issues of our own, but the reality was much worse. We did the best we could, to hold strong, to not let the darkness destroy us. Alas as of consequence of all wars there are casualties... Many have fallen in these desperate times and we had all had the thought. Many had turned to other sources such as Fanfic.net, Tumbler, all of the others, and the cursed Wattpad. Some we lost to the allure of the sun and the fine green blades of grass. They abandoned their post, but we musn't blame them for they were desperate, we all were, some choose one path and others another. Some had found an old time machine, though it was missing stories, it was great but an illusion will never be real. The Archive hivemind had been sending messages about there whereabouts and would give us status updates on their condition. Even when they were waist deep in the sand, they thought about us. They gave us a code to follow to replace the bedtime stories we were missing because they could not be there to give it to us. When we followed the code we watched a soothing painting video made by the famous artist Bob Ross. While he kept us calm for a bit and raise our spirits with hope that we could still make it out of this, nothing could ever truly calm us while the Archive was gone. Supplies were starting to dwindle and the hope that we would survive was starting to fade.We had made numerous blood sacrifices and some prayed to the gods that we had abandoned and like-wise abandoned us. Then at 9:15 am a light. Our Archive. The Archive was back. It is being said that while they need some time to recover they will make a full recovery in tip-top shape and better than before.