Later in the LELOLA.com years, James offered me another domain. He needed someone to run a website called VGFF.net (*shrugs* I think it stood for "Video Game Fighting Force"). It was a site that hosted anime and teen related websites. The person who was running it quit, and James wanted to know if I wanted to run it for him. I agreed.
I always thought people were kind. I thought James wanted me to run the site out of the goodness of his heart. It never occurred to me he was just in it for the money. If I had only known what I know now.
Anyway, so little naive me started to run VGFF.net and hosting other people's websites. I thought I was doing them a favor by getting them off free servers.
At this time, LELOLA also had quite a few hostees. I was hosting sites off LELOLA domain's. I also became aware of the network of sites James "run".
Everything was going great. LELOLA was blossoming, and all my hostees were too.
And then the Internet economy collapsed.
At the time, I was too young to fully realize what that meant, but I had my own version of a wake up call soon after.
On Thursday, March 1, 2001, James pulled the plug on VGFF, my hostees, and most sites on the network. In less than twenty-four hours, the network of well over fifty sites was reduced to two.
I felt horrible. Here were my hostees putting there trust in me, and I found myself the bad guy. By hosting their sites, I somehow destroyed them. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I was incredibly stressed at the period of time. There were other things going on at school and in my personal life, and the hostee disaster was like the nail in the coffin. I snapped.
I remember it vaguely. My friend, Miaka, knew what was going on, but no one else did. I think I scared a lot of my classmates that day. I think it happened during a science quiz. I ran out of class and hid in a stairwell. One of the boys from my class followed me out. He must have been worried about me. He tried to comfort me, but failed. He couldn't do a thing. I've never wanted to cry more in my entire life, but I couldn't. I did, however, pop a blood vessel in my eye, so I guess you could say I was crying blood. How fitting.
I told my hostees I would try to get their backup files for them. And I did try. Repeatedly. I failed in the end, but at least I tried.
Anyway, since I was "profitable", I survived. The only other site that survived was my brother Raidix's site: DigiExperience.com