Okay, you wanna know why we blame T.j?
It was a few years ago now, and all the posts under the bridge have muddied the waters. Here's my recollection of why we blame T.j, and for what it is we blame him. You may have heard other interpretations of this legend, but this is my shaggy dog story, and I'll tell my version of events my way...
The roots of this story start many decades ago, before many of you were born. A game was released to the market, but this was no ordinary game. This game was a portal to another reality, and the makers of this game wanted to create as detailed a galaxy as possible. They circumvented the limitation of the meagre memory of early home computers by packaging a novella with the game.
Some of you out there reading this might be wondering what this has to do with T.j. To those people I say to you, thank you for sticking out reading this post to the fourth paragraph. As you can see, there is still a lot of text to read. If you continue reading you will learn the mystery that lies at the bottom of T.j
Let's now wind time forward a couple of decades. Imagine some swirly string music playing as clocks hands spin fast around their faces and the pages from a calender flurrying to the floor. A group of writers under the care of Dan Grubb have come together to flesh out the world of Elite. They write their books as a homage to the original book that came with the original game. They provide each other with mutual support to ensure that each of their books is the best it can be.
And this is where the hero of this post first enters our story, half a decade ago when he still had a spring in his step and a merry whistle in his cheeks. Tj learned of an exercise these writers used to sharpen their skills, a way to practise the art of clear and concise text that convey the most action and emotion in the fewest words. He learned of Drabbles. A Drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
Tj is a man of the people. He didn't want Drabbles to be the sole property of these elitist writers. He wanted us to share in the fun of Drabble contests. And so, all those years ago, Tj establishes a thread that would become a cornerstone of the Frontier Forums, the ABRAKA DRABBLE Thread.
Let's get back to those wonky clocks whose hands fly around their faces, those badly bound calenders whose pages fall out in clumps, and those swirly strings that sound the passage of time. We are now closer to the present, but still a little while back. The forums were not the fancy technological marvel that you see today. The threads had a limit to the number of posts they could contain, and the Drabble thread was reaching that limit.
A call echoed throughout the Frontier forums. It was the time to start a new Drabble thread. It was an opportunity to make that thread better than it was before. You see the sad truth was that the Drabble contest had fallen into ill repute. It was no longer the bastion of literary excellence it had once been. Some of the stories had contained a few double entendres, some contained some blatant single entendres, but worst of all were the god awful puns.
Starting a new thread was a second chance for the Drabble contest. It would remind the competitors of the high ideals the Drabble thread once held. We all knew that it would become another megathread. We needed someone to start this new thread, and we wanted that someone to be a well-respected member of the forum whose name could give the thread a certain gravitas. We decided that person needed to be T.j
Now we are getting to the crux of the matter. Congratulations to any of you who have made it this far to the end of the post. If there's anybody who cheated and skipped to this paragraph then shame on you. Your cheating has failed you anyway. This last paragraph will not make any sense unless you've read all of the above text. Now that I've gotten rid of those TLDR types I can continue my explanation. Some say there was an ulterior motive for allowing T.j to start the all new Drabble thread. We knew there was a small chance that the Drabble Contest could slip in quality back to its sleazy and punny old ways. There was a fear that the very Michael Brookes himself would come down to the thread and see what we have done to his beloved Drabble format. He would anger as only the gods themselves can and he will ask who it is to blame for this travesty of a writing contest. At that point we would simply point at the line showing who started the thread, and then we would point our accusing fingers at T.j