Post by Nate on Aug 12, 2012 13:42:30 GMT -8
Dear ECC,
Congratulations. You've won again, with yet another character death. I hope that you're proud. I hope that you savor the win.
I hope that, just for one second, that you take a good look at your characters, every ounce of energy and time and effort that went into it. And then I hope that you can imagine it commit suicide. Then you might begin to understand why I'm so frustrated.
Since I started playing here, I've burnt through eight characters. I've written each story for these characters as beautifully as I could. I crafted them as carefully as I could. Each time, I struggled, alone, to carve out a niche in the game, fighting tooth and claw to be a part of something bigger than myself, and simply being kept apart by the rest of the players. So of course they suicided, one way or another. Wouldn't you?
The thing that frustrates me the most is that any one of you could have saved their lives, by simply holding out a hand, showing me the ropes, giving me a task. Anything. And at anytime, I could have crawled out of my shell, if I knew which way to go.
Instead, you keep to your cliques, people you know, and fuck the rest of the world. Fine, you don't like change, I can appreciate that. After all, I've been going to the same empty bed for the last thirty years, and that'll never change. I've never had a human connection that I could feel, and I never will.
And I'll write another character, and put all my soul into it again. I'll leave myself open, and get my heart broken even more. Because I can't change any more than any of you. Maybe someday soon, I won't be able to feel anything.
Congratulations. You've won again, with yet another character death. I hope that you're proud. I hope that you savor the win.
I hope that, just for one second, that you take a good look at your characters, every ounce of energy and time and effort that went into it. And then I hope that you can imagine it commit suicide. Then you might begin to understand why I'm so frustrated.
Since I started playing here, I've burnt through eight characters. I've written each story for these characters as beautifully as I could. I crafted them as carefully as I could. Each time, I struggled, alone, to carve out a niche in the game, fighting tooth and claw to be a part of something bigger than myself, and simply being kept apart by the rest of the players. So of course they suicided, one way or another. Wouldn't you?
The thing that frustrates me the most is that any one of you could have saved their lives, by simply holding out a hand, showing me the ropes, giving me a task. Anything. And at anytime, I could have crawled out of my shell, if I knew which way to go.
Instead, you keep to your cliques, people you know, and fuck the rest of the world. Fine, you don't like change, I can appreciate that. After all, I've been going to the same empty bed for the last thirty years, and that'll never change. I've never had a human connection that I could feel, and I never will.
And I'll write another character, and put all my soul into it again. I'll leave myself open, and get my heart broken even more. Because I can't change any more than any of you. Maybe someday soon, I won't be able to feel anything.