Abandoned

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 AJ hackers of all time. 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 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?