July 30th. 2017. I was in a call with my friend, digitalorange. His real name is Andrew. That's a lie, his real name isn't Andrew, but we're gonna call him that because he's a little pussy who doesn't want his name to be revealed on the internet.
I tried finding the discord DM where he sent me the link to the server, but I was lazy, and after two feeble searches of "sp7" and "discord" in our DMs, I gave up and started writing this chapter
We both watched Sugar Pine 7, not religiously, but enough to be talking about it. I was a fan from SourceFed-- hold on, I just found when Andrew and I were talking about Sugar Pine 7. Turns out it was in another Discord server.
Anyway, I dragged him to watch Akrasia with me in a rabb.it and soon we were talking about other things, like Jon Sudano, Jake Paul and CaptainSparklez. This is where I tell you that this entire fanfiction has been a lie and it's actually just going to be daily updates about what Andrew and I talk about every day, but I won't say that because I'm not a bitch.
He eventually mentions the SP7 reddit and goes, "Oh, you know there's a discord server right?"
He never actually talked in the discord and I'm here, where I am today. Ex-event manager, strangely vulgar and spamming wholesome memes in free-talk-3.
What a waste of a year.
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the sp7 discord
Ficção Históricathe lore of one of the shittiest discord servers ever, told from the perspective of one of the shittiest members ever.