In the Beginning Jark created

In the Beginning Jark created DeviantART. The community was without form and void, and the Addictive Spirit was hovering over the bandwidth.

And Jark said 'Let there be Forums to control the masses!'  and there were Forums.

And Jark said 'Let there be Senior Members to govern the slaves!' and there were Senior Members.

And Jark said 'Let there be Furry-Haters to provide the prejudice!' And there were Furry-Haters.

And Jark said 'Let there be Noobie haters to have dominion over the Noobies!' And there were Noobies and Noobie Haters.

And Jark said 'Let there be Pageview Whores to rule the page counts!' And there were pageview whores.

And Jark said 'Let there be DTF's to encourage competition!' And there were DTF's. And then there were not. Because Jark decided what he had made were not good, and so deleted them.

And on the 7th day, Jark rested.

Then he saw the Community he had created, the angst, the suffering, the torment above all torments! And thus created DAV3. The Saviour of the Masses, the begotton Son of Jark. But still, the community were ungrateful, for the work their beloved Father had put in. The time, the hours slaving over error after error, the sweat and the tears, the pain and the pressure....

But it all meant nothing to those slaves of his, as Jark saw the Complaints forum he had created fill up with meaningless complaints, each echoing the other. A heirachy had been built up, tearing down the basis of the community he so lovingly crafted.
Jark hung his head, and wept tears of sorrow for the peril of those he had loved so tenderly. Oh, if only they understood his plight, his suffering.
But they could not.

They would not see, they were blinded.
Blinded by the black mask of addiction he himself had created.
Blinded by an unswerving loyalty to DeviantART.
Blinded by themselves, their insecurities, their inability to interact with those outside of the Virtual Universe.

Blind.