Lena took a breath. Then she changed the server banner back to the original — a pixel-art campfire under a cracked moon.
Then, six months ago, the pack’s founder — — went silent. cm pack discord
And for the first time in six months, someone laughed. Lena took a breath
No dramatic goodbye. No final post. Just a gray profile picture and a name that changed to Deleted User . The others tried to reach out. Emails bounced. Social accounts vanished. It was as if CM had never existed. And for the first time in six months, someone laughed
For three years, the pack was everything. They built worlds together, shared WIPs at 2 a.m., and celebrated small wins like job offers or finishing a chapter. Their server had inside jokes, voice chats that lasted until sunrise, and a channel called #the-bone-yard for unfinished ideas.
At first, the pack tried to keep going. But the server grew quiet. The daily prompts stopped. The voice channels stayed empty. One by one, members muted notifications.
(he/him): “Because CM said the internet made us less lonely, but a pack could make us less alone.”
