It was the dawn of the third age of federation, ten years after the Diaspora war.  The ostatus project was a dream given form - it's goal: to give a place where people could work out their differences peacefully.  It's a port of call, a home away from home, for shitposters, furries, developers, activists, and wanders.  All wrapped together in over five hundred thirty-eight machines of silicon and steel, all alone in the internet.  It can be a dangerous place, but it is our last, best hope for peace.  This is the story of the last of the ostatus networks.  The year is 2017.  The name of the place is GNU social.