rDrama Fanfiction Entries

Call me Marshmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no drama in my life, and nothing particular to interest me on land, I thought I would browse about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before rDrama.net, and bringing up the rear of every trending post with the name Marshmael in it; whenever my browser gets blocked up from too many hot takes, or whenever I find myself unbeknownst to the masses, and particularly to myself, knocking off other people's virtual hats — then, I account it high time to find myself an internet forum as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.

With a philosophical flourish, Marshmael throws himself upon the world wide web; I quietly take to the virtual sea. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all users in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards rDrama.net with Marshmael.

There now is your insular city of the Internet, belted round by wharves as rDrama.net. You must have been here to know its wonder; but, by the way things are talked about, one would think the website rDrama.net was a little bit of the whole world, which, in turn, is quite true.