10 year ilasgoc anniversary on the 28th. 10 years is a lot
i remember someone leaving ilasgoc and we were all rly upset, and someone posted smthn along the lines of "its okay guys. in 10 years none of this will matter" and after 10 actual years i think i can it did matter (not the person leaving) because joining had such a huge impact on my life... and i know it gets memed on a lot but through the group i met a lot of good people, people i'm still friends with and still love, and i know ilasgoc got a lot of flack for being annoying and problematic (it was) but like ofc we were annoying, we were teenagers, and i dont mean to get sentimental but i feel like joining made such a positive impact on my life.. even after the group died i met and stayed friends with people i wouldnt have met if it didnt exist in the first place.
one thing lead to another, and i still have relatively the same sense of stupid humor that i had and i cannot look at pizza seriously without thinking abt people in ilasgoc, and i dont want to be Too sentimental but when i think of the group i remember it fondly, i remember waking up at 6 am right before the school bus came and shitposting with the other people online right before school, i remember staying up 24 hours over christmas break with a random claire that logged off one day and was never heard from again, i remember the new years eve calls with my friends, ilasgoc mafia, hunger games, and i definitely remember the bad stuff and there were definitely bad people in the group, but there were a lot of good people too, people i still check up on sometimes to see if theyre doing okay even if we dont follow each other, some who have unfollowed me, and this is a very long post but ykno how it is...
10 years is a long time!! and the fact that i still remember my joining date, and the thought process behind joining, and the things people said to me my first day and how welcomed i felt... idk!! i look back on it very fondly. i know thats not the same for everyone that was in the group, and thats okay
but if u were in ilasgoc know that you still cross my mind sometimes, and i sometimes wonder how you are, even if we are completely different people now, and feel free to say hi, even if the conversation doesnt turn into much. unless u turned into a mass murderer. then i might not like u anymore
hmm hmm this is a bit of a stretch but I’ll ask anyway. Any of my followers heard from N from ilasgoc recently? Hope he’s doing well wherever he is. I know he had a bad fear of apocalyptic events so me n my friends guessed he was taking a break from the internet maybe. hope he’s doing ok.
pls message me if you’ve talked to him recently tho
i cant fuckign believe i found the login to this account holy shit chess is real
but anyway, if anyone from old ilasgoc is reading this just remember you are very gay and a nerd and i hope you are doing well in life and being the best person you can be. things got stupid with the group towards the end of things thanks to some people ruining it, and the group as a whole had super edgy humor back then, but it was the first real online community i ever PARTICIPATED in and nothing can ever change that (or chess). this isnt even my first account as lawrence iii and it’s dated back to 2013, who knows how old the first account wouldve been holy shit. i was a young lad back then, and now i am a grown ass chess man with grown ass chess man taxes. incredible.
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its weird to think that something as dumb as ilasgoc was can make me feel this way, but i owe a lot to the friends i made back then. it was a great feeling to know there was such a big community (300+ accounts at its peak) waiting for me, and they’d always get so excited to see new faces. i remember for a while i took a bit of a break after losing my first larry account, but when i came back everyone got so excited, i saw a huge flood of posts going “!!!! IT’S LARRY!!!!!!! WELCOME BACK LARRY!!!!!!!!” and that shit was heartwarming. almost as heartwarming as chess.
ive seen a lot of people feel nostalgia for the group, or say that they really miss it but feel weird about missing it for some reason or another, often because a handful of people in the group turned into jerks. thats okay to feel that way. we were never perfect, but we were still a big family of people all united by one thing: really silly pokemon crack rp. i wiped the posts on this account just because most of it was embarrassing as hell, but i dont regret being a chessmaster. i had a good amount of accounts, but getting to be one of the most important characters to the existence of the group really felt like an honor.
i still remember all of it. the dumb shenanigans, the art everyone would make from those dumb shenanigans, the chess, steven stoned, the skype groups, archer in the manga, mpreg alberto, gay is elm, its mine alone, the chess, bruno island, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAあああああああああ, all the bee movie and shrek stuff before those memes even hit their peak, the crackshipping that we were passionate enough to make into more than just jokes, the weird furry pokemon rp blogs that were at war with us because why not, the chess, the ridiculous canon we’d built by just going along with whatever happened that day, the post limit blogs we’d make because we were just that unhinged, the big group events, the chess, the joke ocs that grew to be proper serious ocs, the spinoff groups, the ripoff accounts that weren’t affiliated with us, the autoplay everyone had because we were heathens, the mad rush to make new accounts whenever a new Pokemon game was announced, the chess, the photoshops, the odd times ilasgoc stuff would leak out into the rest of tumblr and confuse people (i still see a couple of ancient posts that i know we made and its wild), the chess, the things that are not chess, and lugia
sometimes i still see people from back then still around, or people i suspect were ex-ilasgoc but i usually feel weird to say anything about it. some people moved on with their lives, some people kept making silly content to this day or run pokemon blogs/twitters, some people became Problematic™, some people even still have relationships with their old shipping partners in the group! i still see remnants of the group here and there, and it’s wild. sometimes i still see mentions of ‘that weird crack pokemon group that used to exist on tumblr’, and i feel like some sort of ancient entity carrying knowledge of the old (chess) world. so many people had a history with this dumb group regardless of where they are now or who they became, and i got to be one of them.
anyways, i guess what im saying is that i miss you guys (and chess) a lot and still think about all the friends i had back then. its just like how anyone would look back on a fond memory of their childhood and wish they could experience it for the first time again. it was an honor getting to be larry during those years, and i hope the people that were there back then are living their best lives, or are at least getting by well enough. if anyone does want to reach out to me feel free to drop a message, but just make sure to actually include another way to contact you since i doubt im gonna be checking this account often. i think it would be disrespectful to actually do anything new with this account now that i got back into it again, so instead i leave you with this longass message where i pour my heart out in all lowercase letters. Even though I actually talk more like this, nowadays. Thanks for the memories, and remember:
Some of the few ilasgoc memories that have permanently affected me:
Barry's autoplay during Christmas being Dick in a Box by The Lonely Island and now, even 8 years later, I HAVE to listen to it every year or else it doesn't feel like Christmas 😂😂
Ilasgoc vacation held on Skype and someone made a commemorative yet strange YouTube video 😂
Palmer and Caitlin muses liking each other and it solidifying my utter distaste for huge age gaps 😣
Morty loving Taco Bell to the point I just can't disassociate the two
Archer reaching post limit everyday and them reblogging one of my posts until they hit the limit on one of those days
BOARD GAME ONLINE. BOARD GAME ONLINE.
That time someone paid $5 to have a pinned post of a stick figure drawing of Colress & Ghetsis ship run all weekend
G-Men, "IT'S MINE ALONE" is something I just can't explain to any living human soul, what it is, and why it's so funny
Benga's autoplay being the Navy Seal copypasta by Copypasta Sings
Lastly, I made one great and important friend through it. Even though that group was one hella mess, at least it gave me that
shout outs to all three people that remember me if i was ever annoying or cringey or whatever in the past i deeply apologize for myself.
conversely im very glad i was a part of this, and made a lot of friends doing it. i hope you all live on to hold your mistakes close as they mold you into a better person for the future.
imagine you’re waiting for a bus or something in like 20 years, and you look at this like otherwise completely ordinary guy next to you, he’s been waiting there for 15 minutes or so.
you get to talking just to pass time, and you get into some really unique, pleasurable conversation with this total stranger. he talks kind of animatedly, with his hands, and while you still greatly enjoy his presence, some primal fear is starts to build, this urge to start running is instilled inside you, and suddenly you’re on full alert but you have no idea why.
in your bewilderment you continue to converse with this strange man (seeing no other socially viable option), although you start to do so much more consciously. you pick your words carefully, you slow your pace, and you carefully evaluate every word you speak.
eventually, you pinpoint the cause of your discomfort and fear; though you can barely make out what it says, there appears to be some strange inscription, like a calligraphic tattoo, on the back of this man’s hand. the most you can discern is that it’s some kind of abbreviation.
you try to rationalize what you just saw, and for the first time you think you’re beginning to understand why you’re so completely unnerved. your mind starts to race, and you consider your options. in the face of some great terror, it occurs to you to confront the man about this strange marking, but you lack the courage.
you try to embolden yourself, but just as you work up the courage to say something, the bus arrives. this strange man bids you goodbye, and starts to board his bus. before the doors close, you find the courage to ask him the meaning of his tattoo at the very last second.
slightly confused, he looks down at his hand, then back at you. his look of bewildered amusement turns slowly to a knowing smile. he turns to fully face you, certainly to the driver’s irritation, and looks you in the eyes, before leaving you with these words, his tattoo displayed prominently on his outstretched hand;
“It’s Like A Simple Game Of Chess”
his outstretched hand, which had been displayed in a firm clench until now, slowly opens as the bus doors begin to shut. doritos begin to fall out of the man’s hand, softly. like feathers.
