~ The truth hurts like a motherfucker ~

DRS - Version 2.n

So, as you may have noticed we have been missing in action for a while. Usually we disappear every once in a while due to holidays, laziness, drinking binges, writer’s blocks or just plain boredom - but we always resurface with some new version of DRS, with new big shiny buttons to push. Well, we didn’t want to go against tradition, so we slightly altered the look of the main page again – mostly for the sake of change than for any greater functionality. It’s all the same shit, basically.

The reason for our hiatus was different this time around, though. We were facing legal issues, courtesy of a stupid cunt who shall remain nameless, and we had to get all our ducks in a row.

So here we are…

As you can see we cut off a lot of dead weight – mainly two backstabbing bitches and also a dear friend, Linda, who just decided to quit.

The rock rolls on, kids.

The writers that are still here are 100% committed to DRS, all agreeing to let The Dead Rebel Society be what it is; a soap box to shout all sorts of obscenities, insanities and truths from - without any outside drama fucking it up. We’re a writer’s site who speaks the fucking word from the top of the mountain. Not a fucking knitting circle for some corn-fed drama queens to play the pity violin to.

We have decided to pull the message board for now, since that is where most feelings of resentment and instances of bullshit drama always spawned. Once we open it back up, we’ll pull anything not article-related like a monkey ripping through a banana. If you want to hang out with your pals, go get a bloody chat-room somewhere. Some people just can’t handle the internet. You’ll live.

We apologize to you, dear reader, for bearing the brunt of all this shit, by not being entertained and basking in our excellence while we worked out the kinks – but we are back now.

Because of certain legal issues we faced with one of the backstabbers, we now had to install a Submission Clause that you can find here. We didn’t really think we had to bother with shit like that, but she forced our hand. We are also LLCing ourselves to further protect our interests.

Maybe this was all for the best. We got the opportunity to remake ourselves for the umpteenth time, and sometimes I am thinking that is what is keeping us on our toes. Rejuvenation through reconstructive surgery is a tried and tested formula, right?

I will update the page twice a week from now on – Wednesdays and Sundays – and only put up whatever trickled in. If nothing came in, I will put up nothing. Easy enough? I am Jonah Jameson on a Thorazine drip these days.

We have a new writer – Ash – and he is a weird fuck, so head on over to his page to see if you can figure him out. We can’t, but at this point we don’t want to get personally involved with our fucking writers anymore, so you can just mail us the psych evaluation when you’re done. I wasn't going to put him up until tomorrow, but, fuck it... let's get this show on the road.

All the writers that are not here anymore are archived in the DRS Nursing Home. You can read all their past shit there – if they agreed to let us keep it up.

There you have it, now get the fuck back in the saddle and ride that ugly horse that is DRS.

The drama is over, nothing to see here. Carry on.

The Best,

Grace

CEO (aka The Omni-Potent Napoleon-Complex Addled Psycho Hitler Jr.) of DRS Publishing