JR here.

I probably won't remember I wrote this.

There's no other copy of this anywhere. 

I'm writing it directly into the server.



One day, I will be dead.


I've been fortune enough to be in the unique position to see how my legacy will unfold after this fact. To see how people look for 'eon337' in the ruins of my old identity.


If we're lucky, my sites will survive my death for a few years. I try to keep them prepaid.

There's backups of nearly everything I've done on github, but quite obviously it misses things like this.

Who are you, I wonder?

Someone who knows me now, finding all the various secrets I've squirreled away in the hopes they will become mighty Oaks if left alone long enough?

Someone who knows me only as a relic of the past?

Will you remember me?

Truth's words are, by necessity an echo of mine.

As long as some form of my thoughts echo in your mind, I mattered.

If any of this mattered to you, will you try to spread it? Make copies of it? Or fan works? Show people it?

Make it so my words live on even after the funds dry up and the site goes down...


Seeing the legacy eon337, my past self had, has been gratifying.  The copy pastas my old Longest Text Ever spawned are echoing throughout history. 

I'm glad past me gets to live on like that. 

I just...don't want that to be all that's left of me? I want the years of growth I've had since then to matter. 

In any case...thank you for finding these words. Thank you for helping me matter, if only a little.