No doubt a few of you have noticed some unusual things going on here (layout changes, "REDACTED"s everywhere, that one automated upload, and perhaps general unresponsiveness and inactivity), all of which there is a reason for. To be quick and blunt...
TheModerator is gone. No, not dead or anything like that, just gone. Basically left the internet in self-exile. When or if he'll be back, even he doesn't know. Deviations will continue to upload automatically at periodic intervals, but for all intents and purposes the owner of this account is gone.
Who I am is unimportant and irrelevant. All you who are reading must know is that somebody has to be the bearer of bad news, and that person just happened to be me. And that I plan to deliver that news to whoever it may concern, for better or for worse. If you care, keep reading. If you don't, then don't bother yourself.
The most burning question at the moment is likely to be "why?", and I honestly don't know how to do that question justice in words that don't reveal what I feel should remain private. To keep it brief, TheModerator left because he believed it was in everyone's best interest. He felt that he was nearing his breaking point and left in order to keep others from having to witness whatever breakdown he felt was happening. Rather than risk hurting others, he decided it would be best to just stop. For reasons I won't disclose, social interaction has taken it's toll on him and he feels he cannot continue without potential consequences for himself and/or others. If you think all of this sounds absolutely mental, that's because it is...
It should be made clear that none of you are to blame for any of this, and that TheModerator thanks you for your efforts. I hope that I will have not done him any disrespect in writing this journal.
Richard, though I cannot bring myself to agree with the decision you've made, I'll trust your judgement and stand by it. As much as I wish you had stayed, I'll wave you goodbye with a tearful smile so long as you truly believe this was the right thing to do. If you happen to read this, and you better fucking read it, know that even if it was all just a pretence, you're still one of the best friends and most awesome people I've come to know. Don't you dare for even a moment consider yourself a burden, because friends don't drag each other down, they raise each other up. Without you my life would be boring and pointless, and even if we never speak again I'll never forget how much you've done for me. Take a damn compliment for once, and know that you've done for me at least as much as I could have ever possibly done for you. You wouldn't want the memory of you weighing me down, so I'll remember you for the awesome drunkard programmer/philosopher/engineer, and most importantly friend, that you were. What you think of yourself doesn't make you you, what other people think of you does. Wherever you are now, I hope you're coping well and wish you all the best on behalf of everyone. If you didn't want me to go all deep and mushy on you, too fucking bad because I did it anyway.
Goodbye Richard, you glorious bastard you. You'll be remembered.
If anyone else wants to go on a spiel like the one I just went on in the paragraph previous or has something they themselves would like to add, feel free to leave a comment. Also leave a comment if you have questions, want something cleared up, etc. I can't guarantee an answer, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Keep in mind I can reply to comments for about a week, after which I'll no longer be able to.