SVETH'S NETWORK: HOW IT CAME TO BE

Usually i never write one of these on my website, but since my history of setting up homesteads is quite the long one, why not? 
Besides the website needs to be interesting, right? Untill i do something, of course XD

Since i was young, i dreamt of having my own personal website and forum where people could find friends and chat, and for me to publish my own creative works such as drawing, art and most of these things :) 

Think of Rybka Debilarius, Mult Ru and ChickenSmoothie, all mixed in some sort of mish-mash. I dreamed of a chaotic network where i can purely be myself, uncontained by constraints of social media and art hosting websites i used back then. I dreamt of having my own home on the web, like i dreamt of having a small humble dorm room with a roomate i could endlessly talk to. 

Untill i was 14-15 (my personal dark ages, honestly DX), that was a dream.

Then i discovered the world of free hosting for websites.

Well, my first website is still alive and kicking on that platform (but i forgot about the access to it, for reasons i'll explain further below), and back then i was very much, autistic about my personal comic project, "troublesome days" which involved bioengineering, USSR and tigers, aka, a  VERY POORLY-DONE copy of Half Life 2 Beta X))) even now and then, if i need to vomit, i reread all my demos i did back then...

On Neocities, i came to know Koshka and i was kind-of popular. My website has been seen by many, including by two of my exes. Even if i was one big lazy asshole, i loved doing my website. It felt like home, almost? A refuge from the realities of my home, reality and school.

Which is why i was disheartened to know, that in 2022, i was no longer welcome on Neocities, just because i'm russian. I've had insults hurled at me in my guestbook, and i recieved threats. Which worsened my depressive state and forced me out in "the streets" of the World Wide Web. Homeless, and laughed, no, gloated on by people that tell me i should have sold my kidney to host myself (it was impossible back then, considering i was a fragile minor whose parents are OVERBEARING.)

It was miserable. I was forced back onto being a homeless artist on social media. Keep in mind this also happened during when Deviantart exploded, so i truly had nowhere to go to.

That was untill i knew Lionovsky.

My Neonarod era started when i complained about all this to Lionovsky, and they gave me a Hosting. Which was AWESOME! I was given a little of space, though. This was also at the time i thought everything russian was superior, so my website was fully russian, for russians (eaugh, how cringey!). I was popular again, because syndrome of girl in from:,  I knew abrbus, i had the Narodnoye Dostoyanie Runeta thingy, everything was rainbows. No one wrote disgusting things in my guestbook, all i've ever gotten was the love and praise i so longed for.

That was untill the one day i entered onto my website to discover it was gone.

The whole hosting was gone.

When i asked in telegram, i got no answers beyond one person that told me the hosting was simply, lost. Because Lionovsky preferred something different than hosting something and helping people discover the web of the old.

Words can never tell the emotions i felt on this day.