What Dewmann said.
The comic is dead, and that sucks. But if you take a look at most of the threads on here, we don't even talk about the webcomic. We talk about ourselves. What's going through our heads, what funny image or youtube video we found, what strange dreams we had the other night. We rant about the shit that happened to us today while also giving each other tips on how to make the next day better than the last. We listen to each other. We understand each other. In a world that keeps telling us that imagination is for kids only, we're here, pretending to be things we're not and having an amazing time.
Is that childish and immature? Many people seem to believe so (which, sadly, seem to be one of the reasons Rare left the forum. I talked to her recently). They'd look at us and think we're manchilds, living in a delusion. But we're not like that. Yes, granted, we sometimes don't act our age, but many posts and many forums proved to me that, while we can be silly and playful, we can also sit down and have an actual discussion or a debate without it becoming a bloodbath of hatred and insults, like the Internet is prone to do during any discussion.
Daisy Owl was a fun webcomic, but I don't care about it when I come on here. I care about the laughs I had, the tears I shed, the ideas and dreams I've thought up during my stay here. I care about the fact that, no matter how dark and gloomy and miserable my day was, I knew I could log on somewhere and leave with a wide smile on my face, or, at the very least, a place to rant without any repercusion. I care about the people I've met, played video games with, and even met in person.
Why do I still come here? I come here for my friends.