On January 1st 2015, a brony social network named Cloudsdale was shut down due to unpaid server bills. Usually it only barely managed to scrape by each month and was saved by some newfag who used it to chat with his "girlfriend" (who more likely than not usually turned out to be either a really ugly dude or a small child around the age of twelve), but December turned out to be different in that said users were too caught up in the holidays to realize that their favourite hangout was on its last legs, and by the time they realized it was far too late for anything to be done. Normally this wouldn't be that noteworthy, except that in this case said website had over 30-40k users and a reputation for general faggotry of both sorts.
Welcome to Cloudsdale: neckbeards, furries, pedophiles and excessive homosexuality lie herein.
It all started as an experiment by one Philip Vieira, a singer for The Midwives of Discord who felt that IRC was an ugly old mess that needed to be replaced with, say, his own custom Ruby on Rails project. Its earliest stages were released online with little ado, and according to the few oldfags that remember, proto-Cloudsdale was almost more of a Facebook clone than a chatsite due to its personal blogs and user profiles. Not much can be said about it, except that it formed a very small tightly-knit community and was probably the most drama-free portion of the site's lifespan.
|One of Cloudsdale's earliest iterations, featuring worst horse and macfaggotry|
|A rare screenshot of the beta, complete with early signs of internet cancer.|
Even before the "full" release that included the much-disliked iOS app, the userbase was already beginning to gather a reputation as consisting mainly of obese eurofags and annoying children looking for internet relationships with fellow horsefuckers, referring to their partners of ambiguous gender as SSPs (Super Special Pony, as seen in that one Friendship is Magic episode where the Cutie Mark Crusaders date-raped their teacher and an incestuous redneck). The lack of decent moderation also resulted in an uprising of lousy clop clouds, in which teenagers vainly attempted to prove their edginess with increasingly ludicrous fetishes and furries adopted their usual elitist stance, pretending that they were better than all the pitiful little bronies while pretending to have gay dog sex.
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As the downward cycle of degeneracy continued until Cloudsdale's merciful death, several lolcows rose above the rest and became particularly infamous within the site. There was [DATA EXPUNGED] the mentally-challenged pedophile who was revealed as a nigger when he gave a live fedora fashion show to some Irish fag named Callum, and Wyntre the fat furry artist/admin who lived off of college funds and claimed to cast blood magic curses on people he couldn't ban. Since a complete catalog of them would take up several posts worth of information, here is a selection of cancerous material so that one may fully appreciate the loving community of Cloudsdale now that it can no longer be experienced first-hand.
One thing that can not be fully portrayed through screencaps, try as we might, is precisely how many fucking newfags named themselves Rainbow Dash. One of the admins even ran a database query and found that there were literally several thousand members of the site with some form of the name "Rainbow Dash".
And finally, here's a recording of a pedophile from the site masturbating for eleven minutes:
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