The pounding of leather boots to concrete floor grows ever weaker.
Even more distant is the sound of heavy striding boots that its' echoes becomes clearer than the origin.
"You leave? After gnawing away at the tomes, siphoning the synapses, grinding the very pillars of this sacred halls, you leave?!"
Disturbed from its' rest, the ancient oak gates let out a bellow. Howling winds rushed through the opening, giving flight to the layers of dust that once laid dormant on the floor.
"Fine then, leave! You came a vermin, and as fate would have it, you leave as one!"
The winds came to a light whisper. Then a final disturbance echoed through to the halls' stillness, only to be laid back to rest. Rest well this sanctuary, rest well oh ancient oak, and with time, sooner rather than later 'cause seriously its' getting stuffy, marry with the floor once again dust.
Chrisname's journal, April 3rd 2013. Pointless thread on off-topic board this morning. Uninteresting post in dull thread. This forum is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The threads are extended posts and the posts are full of code, and when the boards finally scab over all the users will drown. The accumulated filth of all their caffeine and software will foam up around their waists, and all the fanboys and code monkies will look up and scream, "Save us!", and I'll whisper, "No".