Yes, I know of the legendary stories of SimplePlanes of old and how it all began. I can’t say I believe them all. But I’ve heard them all.

Legend has it that one builder, back then, had attained Platinum in a very short time. Indeed, he boasted constantly that he was “the best bloody builder on the entire Internet” and lorded that over all new builders.

Then, he started saying things like, “You said a word I do not bloody approve! I am reporting you to the Mods! You painted my plane a colour I do not prefer. My alts will report you as well!!! I want you all to know that I do not like jokes about the Hindenburg! You will be banned! You bloody rotters! (Oh, Wait! I’m busy straightening me bloody shoelaces!) Anyways, I will sees to it good and proper that you are all perma-banned. I will! I will! I am Platinum and you are not! You poulaines-wearing upstarts!!!”

That was not well received by most. Then, one day, for no apparent reason, he claimed there was an undiscovered island and a Ghost Ship. He said he has seen them both on EveryPlay but forgot to take screenshots. Some say he became obsessed and spent 80+ consecutive hours searching for them without any sleep or bathroom breaks until he had a mental breakdown. All the while, as if under some spell of diabolical madness, he started deleting his best builds until he dropped from Platinum to Silver. After that, he completely lost his mind.

All watched as he became a ghost of himself, boarded a Ghost Ship of his own making, and sailed away into the empty and depthless waters about him to chase his now lost former glory.

The story goes on that, one dark and moonless night, his ship sank off the coast of Lower-Ungstenhamshire. The last radio transmission anyone heard from his vessel read as follows: “Sorry about everything. But you bloody rotters made me mad! You made me delete my builds! Going down now due to too many bloody rotters and Mods that are bloody limpets. Okay. I’m gone. I mean it! Not kidding this time! Really not kidding! Okay. I’m really gone!”

Then, there was a long static ended by only lasting silence. He was never seen or heard from again.

Yet, some others say that on certain nights a strange and inexplicable fog rises above those endless and bottomless waters where his Ghost Ship subsided. A few on passing vessels swear they can still hear his ghostly voice complaining and moaning endlessly about the Mods.

Some other storytellers do not agree. They speculate he survived that maritime catastrophe and swam to safety and that he still bitterly survives in the dark and forlorn jungles of Spider 🕷? Island. Each morning, he makes his way to the shoreline in dirty and ragged clothing and angrily casts a message in a bottle into the ocean. Each time, it’s a note complaining about the Mods.

Yet, still others, claim they know the real truth. They are quite certain that he still lives with his mum and complains about his slow Wi-Fi speeds, crappy iPad mini and the microwaved food she serves him on paper plates. He spends all of his time secretly digging escape tunnels on Minecraft beneath his room in hopes of one day returning to SP and proving that the undiscovered island and Ghost Ship are real!

Whatever the truth is, these are cautionary tells… “Don’t be this guy.”