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The Death of RPG Forums
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It was the excitement of waiting on the other RPer to post, getting a notification that you had received a reply on your thread. It was the ambition to build your newly designed character into a stronger, seasoned one; complete with the acquaintances, lovers, friends, enemies, and backstabbers. The plotting, the storylines, the designs. The motivation, the zeal to further this world that many came together to create. The anticipation of "How should my next character look, feel, act?"
As we got older, our imaginations began to age with our bodies. Between real-life events distracting us from our make-believe worlds where we could become whatever we wanted, to education and dedication needed for furthering our IRL lives, only reminding us that there was no time to escape, only time for progress if we wanted to provide real food for our hungry minds.
Eventually, we all succumbed to this zealous, creativity monster. His never ending hunger drove us away from a hobby we once so cherished, taking our friends and RP partners one by one. Our character's lover would fall in-active, the times between one post and another slowly growing more drawn out to where our interest dimmed. Our character's plots slowly fading away into the dusk until we realized "We were the only ones left."
Eventually, with no outlet for our characters, we succumbed too. Once feeling alone in the real world, to feeling alone in our virtual paradise, we too would fall victim to this imagination-zapping monster. Our creative sprites falling extinct to this new epidemic. Our characters left with no roads to take, nowhere to hide, and ultimately, no destination to go. In a last-ditch effort to keep our dreams for these imaginative beings alive, we would sell them, hoping for someone else to breath new life into them as well... until- they too fell away, consumed by that monster.
Eventually, we all fell down... down... down... one by one until alone in our own thoughts. No one wants to play in the sandbox alone, and we are to blame for our part. We too fell victim to the zeal monster. We too felt drained by IRL, only to permanently change our statuses to AFK. We put our characters to rest with dignified deaths, ones to herald our imagination and their sacrifice for our enjoyment "Thank you for carrying my creativity lantern..." The beast tamed our creative minds and broke our wild spirits.
We all fell away... I miss it. I do. Yet every time I bring myself back, the times I stay are shorter. It has been two years since I last logged onto DA. Perhaps one day my creativity will return, as well as my love for forum posting.
I blame the world. Instant gratification, that damn monster that saps our patience and love for this RPG fantasy. Cheers.
As we got older, our imaginations began to age with our bodies. Between real-life events distracting us from our make-believe worlds where we could become whatever we wanted, to education and dedication needed for furthering our IRL lives, only reminding us that there was no time to escape, only time for progress if we wanted to provide real food for our hungry minds.
Eventually, we all succumbed to this zealous, creativity monster. His never ending hunger drove us away from a hobby we once so cherished, taking our friends and RP partners one by one. Our character's lover would fall in-active, the times between one post and another slowly growing more drawn out to where our interest dimmed. Our character's plots slowly fading away into the dusk until we realized "We were the only ones left."
Eventually, with no outlet for our characters, we succumbed too. Once feeling alone in the real world, to feeling alone in our virtual paradise, we too would fall victim to this imagination-zapping monster. Our creative sprites falling extinct to this new epidemic. Our characters left with no roads to take, nowhere to hide, and ultimately, no destination to go. In a last-ditch effort to keep our dreams for these imaginative beings alive, we would sell them, hoping for someone else to breath new life into them as well... until- they too fell away, consumed by that monster.
Eventually, we all fell down... down... down... one by one until alone in our own thoughts. No one wants to play in the sandbox alone, and we are to blame for our part. We too fell victim to the zeal monster. We too felt drained by IRL, only to permanently change our statuses to AFK. We put our characters to rest with dignified deaths, ones to herald our imagination and their sacrifice for our enjoyment "Thank you for carrying my creativity lantern..." The beast tamed our creative minds and broke our wild spirits.
We all fell away... I miss it. I do. Yet every time I bring myself back, the times I stay are shorter. It has been two years since I last logged onto DA. Perhaps one day my creativity will return, as well as my love for forum posting.
I blame the world. Instant gratification, that damn monster that saps our patience and love for this RPG fantasy. Cheers.
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Does anyone collect Breyer Stablemates?
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I have approximately 150+ Breyer Stablemates that I am looking to get rid of. If anyone collects or knows anyone that collects, I have a lot ranging from 1990's to around 2008 I want to say. Note me. <3
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RIP Chester Bennington
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RIP Chester Bennington
But why would everyone leave him alone on his best friend's birthday,
knowing the death had affected him in the way that it did?
i grew up with Linkin Park. Jamming out to the killer alternative vibes
as a middle schooler with a rebellion to start. When Transformers
ricocheted through the nation and Chester's vocals from "What I've Done"
and "New Divide" could be heard echoing on the Top Hits stations across
the country. The stations that today play Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez,
and One Direction.
That nostalgia was a feeling I could submerse myself in again whenever
his vocals could be found in my ears. He had a voice that could give you chills
depending on the song.
And now looking back? Every single one of these songs has just taken on a
deeper, darker meaning. Almost like every ballad was a prolonged suicide note
in his voice. Listening to the lyrics, it's deep. But it's a dark, chilling deep.
I won't speak like I knew him as a person. I'm sure for many he was a hero and
a gateway out of their own depression/suicide/whatever vices you had.
Like this is some deep shit. It's not something to be glorified. It fucking
hurts that this last song was like his fucking suicide note and no one noticed.
Even the freaking video...
If anyone is ever on the freaking verge, please instead of hiding
encrypted messages, please please talk to someone. Me. Please.
Rip
But why would everyone leave him alone on his best friend's birthday,
knowing the death had affected him in the way that it did?
i grew up with Linkin Park. Jamming out to the killer alternative vibes
as a middle schooler with a rebellion to start. When Transformers
ricocheted through the nation and Chester's vocals from "What I've Done"
and "New Divide" could be heard echoing on the Top Hits stations across
the country. The stations that today play Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez,
and One Direction.
That nostalgia was a feeling I could submerse myself in again whenever
his vocals could be found in my ears. He had a voice that could give you chills
depending on the song.
And now looking back? Every single one of these songs has just taken on a
deeper, darker meaning. Almost like every ballad was a prolonged suicide note
in his voice. Listening to the lyrics, it's deep. But it's a dark, chilling deep.
I won't speak like I knew him as a person. I'm sure for many he was a hero and
a gateway out of their own depression/suicide/whatever vices you had.
I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything's about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
'Cause I can’t escape the gravity
I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free
Like this is some deep shit. It's not something to be glorified. It fucking
hurts that this last song was like his fucking suicide note and no one noticed.
Even the freaking video...
If anyone is ever on the freaking verge, please instead of hiding
encrypted messages, please please talk to someone. Me. Please.
Rip
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Goodbye
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As I slowly and deliberately work on each equine manipulation I have left,
I slowly begin to realize how my love for the Equine RPG world
is slowly dwindling. Yet, I find myself taking much time to complete
them, to savor every step of the way in a nostalgic appreciation of
sorts.
I have no muse for this anymore, and while I will still offer manips
from time to time, I have lost all muse for my charries and their
many adventures.
I've taken up new interest in humanoid shapes and forms. There's
something to be said about acknowledgement towards your own
body's anatomy and how certain aspects are emphasized to caricature
a persona. I'm fascinated by it.
To the Equine RPG world, this is goodbye from me...
I look forward to sharing with you my new passions.
All of my characters are up for grabs. <3 PM me if you have any interest.
If you are waiting on a manip, please know that I am taking my sweet time
to make it tasteful. <3
them, to savor every step of the way in a nostalgic appreciation of
sorts.
I have no muse for this anymore, and while I will still offer manips
from time to time, I have lost all muse for my charries and their
many adventures.
I've taken up new interest in humanoid shapes and forms. There's
something to be said about acknowledgement towards your own
body's anatomy and how certain aspects are emphasized to caricature
a persona. I'm fascinated by it.
To the Equine RPG world, this is goodbye from me...
I look forward to sharing with you my new passions.
All of my characters are up for grabs. <3 PM me if you have any interest.
If you are waiting on a manip, please know that I am taking my sweet time
to make it tasteful. <3
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