Abandoned

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Nobody knows we're still here. The Alphas have forgotten us, the Gods of Jamaa have forgotten us - everyone has forgotten us. Do you know who we are?

We are the Banned Jammers.

You should know me by now. I'm Fman122, one of the most infamous hackers in Animal Jam history. I should also mention that some other hackers, scammers and bullies are with me right now, on an island that time has rotted away into rust. Then why are you telling this story? I hear you ask. Well, let me start at the beginning of it all - the beginning of when this island was more wholesome.

It all started back when I was banned permanently when I was sent to this place to live out the rest of my life. It was there that I found out that more people had been banned before me, for various reasons - hacking, scamming, bullying, and violence. Everyone felt like they had a place here; the land was lush, there was lots of room and food for everyone, it seemed like we were left alone on paradise. It was heaven! I have never felt such happiness, the guilt just seemed to fade away.

And now I hear you say, What happened to that island, Fman? Hush now, child, more is yet to be told.

More people started to get sent to this island, and their greed stripped this island of its fruit and warmth; its wholesomeness never came back. I tried everything I could to bring the greenery back, but nothing I did could revive the once welcoming look of the island. Slowly but surely, the island turned into a wretched husk, and I couldn't believe how many Jammers kept feeding off what was left. We started to feel gigantic patches of skin painfully dissolve into the code, leaving our skeleton and organs exposed. Our teardrops only made it worse - every time tears fell to the earth, a wretched vine-tree would sprout, and dreadfully injure anyone who came too close. We even resorted to cannibalism to try to nourish ourselves and to attempt to deplete the number of Jammers on the island. This wasn't a good option, either - the flesh tasted horrible because of all the guilt and greed built up inside it, and the Jammers who we often chose to feast on survived the mass amounts of blood and flesh taken from them. Any water surrounding the island was a big no-no; if you ever much tried to sip a little bit of water from it, a phantom tentacle would drag you down into the water and you would never come back. Nobody spared a thought for us - we were in Tartarus itself, in the big bad Underworld, nothing you did here would help anyone at all!

Pray all you want to Mira and Zios here; it wouldn't help. Cry out for help; nope, that wouldn't work either. Someone, please help us... This place is filled with dread...

July 25, 2015

Dozens of bad Jammers pour into this place almost every week, and it's now become dreadfully vicious to live here. It's just too overcrowded, I wish the number would deplete instead! Some people have actually managed to die here, which probably felt like a blessing! Me? No, I haven't died yet. Vine-trees are now almost all over the place due to the mass amount of tears, it's become near impossible to seek mercy now...

Please? Can anyone hear me?

July 27, 2015

(This drawing is absolutely terrible just like this shitty story.)

I can't believe it! The dreaded has happened to me...

It was only my ears quite a few years ago, but now most of my body's got dreadful wounds on it. Scratch that out - more like flesh-ripping holes! I've even lost one of my legs, making it horribly hard to walk. Corpses of animals have even started to bob up in the water, signs of extreme injuries about; there was even this one corpse which had its guts spilling out and the brain gorily exposed. There was nothing we could do to remove the gory bodies from the scene - if we tried to, we knew we could become one of those gory corpses too. I wish this hell would end! Some animals, out of curiosity, have started to jump into the water to try and see the monster for themselves, but none have come back alive - but we would always see those same animals floating in the water, generous wounds about. Seeing those same gory bodies every day in the water makes me feel sick to the bone, and I think... I'll go INSANE from seeing the same gory thing every day.

I know you're not there, Alphas, but please... Help us... If you even can!

July 29, 2015

This is becoming way... TOO violent for even the strongest Jammer to handle. The vine-trees have developed ugly, bloody faces which looked way too deformed to even see the facial features, except for an impossibly large mouth! Organs have started to appear in random locations on the island, with some large mite-like creature besides them - these 'mites' had completely transparent skin, thus enabling to see the mass amount of animal organs it had consumed. Wait, am I beginning to see things? I'm pretty sure I am because a few times I hallucinated a bridge leading back to the mainland which looked too good to be true! A few times, I got too close to the edge of the water which summoned a phantom tentacle flipping around, trying to find a nice, warm limb to grasp on to. Jammers have even have begun to commit suicide here, heavily wounded corpses with a tight noose, suspended by rope on the fruitless trees. I've even tried to commit suicide myself, but every time I figure I'm going to end this, I just wind up in pain, suspended by a rough rope tied to a fruitless tree branch.

This has become a living NIGHTMARE!

(Blood splatters cover the date, making it unknown when this was written)

I've started to - uh, 'help' - the newest permanently banned Jammers who've arrived here, even though my heart says no. So far, I've discovered that the "noobs" 'round these parts are the most delicious due to the lack of guilt built up inside them, and time after time, I rip the hearts out then throw the bloodied corpses to the surrounding ocean, becoming a little more satisfied every time I do so. But, every eerily cold night, where not even the faintest noise can be heard, I wish I was back home, next to the fur-warming fire and eating some real food, instead of being a careless cannibal on a remote island, eating animal hearts without a second thought. The cold night winds aren't helping either, as every time the breeze passes over my exposed bones, it brings a painful chill throughout my body, causing me to shiver every dark night, alone on the island with no help. Speaking of me being the only one here, the rest of the Banned Jammers have rotted away with time or died trying to swim through the bloodied waters towards the mainland. And the new jammers here? I've killed off truckloads of them, trying to satisfy my neverending hunger...

I only want to escape this monster of myself and this neverending hell, but bloodlust is my only answer. Is this how it's meant to be? My eternal punishment for being the most infamous hacker in history?