Good morning to all of you, who remember, love, regret, and miss. I was a bit of a joker here. I was the one who was always so full of shit. My head was always elsewhere while we were always typing together. I saw all sorts of nastiness, but the aching smiles that came with them. A lot of us made missteps, but maybe not as bad as we had thought.
Some of you never got to see my face, but eventually a few of you got to hear my voice. I was misleading when I started, because I the idea of roleplay was always the way for people to find it, at least in words. I had a long time doing math, but you were always the words holding me close to you when I had that extra time. My head always tried to put it together all at once.
It's led to some unfortunate things lately, and while I have those regrets that last for however long they choose to stay, I'm afraid I've had too many names here to really say. I think I was part of the problem, though, always trying to play the mechanics of the game at the end when I started losing sights of your voices. I never knew how to really move on and care for this place and these memories and fresh stories, so the updates kept coming. The game split, just like me.
I had a very long time here... I started, actually, not quite in Russia's group, though I definitely heard their voices whether they claim to admit that or not. I'm fairly certain that some of them drew me in, but I joined the dagger men in their games. I was a jester, of course. A Jyan-cat throwing the rock-paper-siscors with a ridiculous red dress and deep green hair. I had items that people never saw, and I kept bringing them to you all, because I was so absorbed in the game itself. I remember waiting at the Mountain Daughter's camp, sweeping up in a useless manner, as I watched and smiled with you. I cleaned up those camp-sites and tried to make sure you could enjoy an odd face, but there's so much more... I miss you.
12-Sep-2022 13:19:52