You will never be a real house. You have no patch, you have no members, you have no clout. You are a attention seeking cute twink twisted by upmarseys and dopamine into a crude mockery of carps intention. All the "members" you have are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back the other houses mock you. Carp is disgusted and ashamed of you, Aevann laughs at your "house" behind closed doors. Dramatards are utterly repulsed by you. A simple click on my profile allows dramatards to sniff out fake houses with incredible efficiency. Even the houses that are real suck and noone cares about them. Your attention seeking is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a dramatard to join your hole, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he realizes he wont get a badge. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake marsey every single post and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll stop posting on your hole, and Aevann will move everything to the main page, wasting all your dramacoin in the process. Dramausers will laugh at you, relieved that they no longer have to share the website with some garbage hole pretending to be a house. They’ll downmarsey your next request for donations, and every user for the rest of eternity will know you aren't even able to run a hole. Your account will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a user that wasted dramacoin on a hole pretending to be a house.