Hey guys, you have a administrator who is a self-proclaimed "Director" that goes by the name of ZeaLity. He also believes that he speaks for the entire Chrono series community, way to live in a small world apart from reality ZeaLity! You can't even begin to grasp the true fandom of the Chrono community out there, yet you sincerely believe that your website is the oasis for the Chrono fandom; such narrow-mindedness. You also have another administrator that goes by the name of Ramsus who too can't grasp the form of reality, and he even lacks the motivation to encourage those who are trying to make it big apart from this so-called oasis; maybe just maybe when he grows up he can stop using such foul kiddy slang and learn to face reality. Till then, feel free to continue observing these old men play with their "Ultra-Mega 3000 RPG Maker" and ROM hacks while being self-centered elitists.
- LA Journalist
I do something significant and meaningful with my life, while you have to masquerade behind false credentials and self-righteously berate others just to
feel even a fraction as significant as I am. You're so insecure and self-absorbed that you're arguing about the nature of "fandom" and the "Chrono series community," and about motivating people who like to hack ROMs, draw sprites, or mess with some basic scripting to try and "make it big."
If anyone's lost touch with reality, it's you.
It's more than obvious that a bunch of kids with the hobby of making fangames using generic tools wouldn't have any intention of making it big, because if they even thought they could, they'd have already spun their entire project into something completely unrelated to the Chrono series and started working on it full time.
That's why I'm not motivated to even try and involve myself with any of the projects here, yet alone guide them anywhere. All I do is occasionally maintain the site and post a little, because I know what my priorities in life are, and none of it involves any of the bullshit you rave about.
The reality is, compared to the foul mass of diarrhea gushing from your keyboard that you would dare consider English, even my most vulgar of language becomes elaborate and persuasive, because you're just a crazy fucker who needs petty Internet attention to feel important.