Beaks
Wacky Woohoo Pizza Sadness Man
This is not going to be mean, but nor will it be happy. Anyone looking for the normal 'hur hur beaks' routine should stop reading about now.
I should start with the obvious: I got into this for entirely the wrong reason.
In February 2008 I had a relatively small group of friends, and said friends were all jumping into the Halcyon Days roleplay. I had next to no knowledge of Bleach itself let alone the larger group of people I was going to be hurling myself into. However, fear of being left alone or left behind (take your pick) has a way of overriding that pesky common sense business. It's a lot easier to go with the crowd and jump off the bridge too if otherwise you'd be the only one still at the top.
In my time here I've interacted with people who are capable of amazing things. Things that make you both intimidated and impressed beyond measure in the same jarring instant. Whether by the spoken word, works of art, or the mere strength of their presence and character the people that make up HD/MD/PT are, at worst, a very tough act to follow.
I'm not a writer. At least, not in any constructive scope or measure. Before Halcyon my dabbling in trying to put a story to paper was horrid, and that's being kind. Anyone who knows what I'm speaking of can easily vouch for said shittiness. My time here has brought me text to text with people that are leagues better than I could ever have hoped to be, so much so that it wasn't so much 'collaborating' as it was 'holyshitholyshittheyretalkingtomeholyshit.' I feel like I should clarify something before the snowball goes too far down the hill: I'm not expecting/wanting/desiring/fishing for pity. I don't want this to be a 'no, you're good!' pond of piss, I want this to be as mutually civil as possible.
That being said, I need to hang up my homicidal hat. It's been a hell of a six years, ranging from the face-chewing rage associated with the Mootie Mouse Club's plot missions and questionable semblance of leadership to a fist-pumping level of joy that can only spring from fighting giant robots in Tokyo. I could list more but this post would never end if I did, only drag on and on with more and more examples of ways this RP has made me laugh, fume, feel pride and contemplate mail-order arson.
I'm thirty years old. There are bills to fret over, a wife to love and spend time with, a house full of pets and a messy roommate to manage, and a full time job to boot. Those aren't really the reasons why I'm doing this though. It's infinitely more simple than that. I'm tired. The thought of sitting down and typing out a thousand words doesn't bring excitement or happiness anymore, just a sense of worn out obligation that one would compare to mowing the lawn or cleaning the toilet. It's a chore, and one I haven't gotten much out of for some time. I know full well that I make the choice not to write anymore, and this isn't an attempt to blame someone or something for my absence from the boards. I am responsible for my actions first and foremost.
So that brings us to the close. As long as I am still welcome to do so I'll pop into chat from time to time to say hello, and anyone present is more than welcome to continue speaking/interacting with me on Facebook, Xbox Live, Steam and all the others. If there's ever a decided end to the Bleach RP I'm digging it like an ingrown nail, otherwise all I can do is wish everyone good luck and good times with the Post Terminus story as it continues to unfold.
I guess all that's left to say is thank you. Thank you for six years of an experience I will never forget. Thank you to all the creative, insightful and above all patient people who have indulged and tolerated me over the years, even when I was well past intolerable. Thanks. I know it's a small word tossed around in dizzying quantities from day to day, but I mean it more than most of you might ever know. But thank you. Seriously.
Cheers.
-Christopher Paul SeCheverell
AIM: beaker321c
XBL: BIDOOF OR DIE09
League: Wrath Of Socky
I should start with the obvious: I got into this for entirely the wrong reason.
In February 2008 I had a relatively small group of friends, and said friends were all jumping into the Halcyon Days roleplay. I had next to no knowledge of Bleach itself let alone the larger group of people I was going to be hurling myself into. However, fear of being left alone or left behind (take your pick) has a way of overriding that pesky common sense business. It's a lot easier to go with the crowd and jump off the bridge too if otherwise you'd be the only one still at the top.
In my time here I've interacted with people who are capable of amazing things. Things that make you both intimidated and impressed beyond measure in the same jarring instant. Whether by the spoken word, works of art, or the mere strength of their presence and character the people that make up HD/MD/PT are, at worst, a very tough act to follow.
I'm not a writer. At least, not in any constructive scope or measure. Before Halcyon my dabbling in trying to put a story to paper was horrid, and that's being kind. Anyone who knows what I'm speaking of can easily vouch for said shittiness. My time here has brought me text to text with people that are leagues better than I could ever have hoped to be, so much so that it wasn't so much 'collaborating' as it was 'holyshitholyshittheyretalkingtomeholyshit.' I feel like I should clarify something before the snowball goes too far down the hill: I'm not expecting/wanting/desiring/fishing for pity. I don't want this to be a 'no, you're good!' pond of piss, I want this to be as mutually civil as possible.
That being said, I need to hang up my homicidal hat. It's been a hell of a six years, ranging from the face-chewing rage associated with the Mootie Mouse Club's plot missions and questionable semblance of leadership to a fist-pumping level of joy that can only spring from fighting giant robots in Tokyo. I could list more but this post would never end if I did, only drag on and on with more and more examples of ways this RP has made me laugh, fume, feel pride and contemplate mail-order arson.
I'm thirty years old. There are bills to fret over, a wife to love and spend time with, a house full of pets and a messy roommate to manage, and a full time job to boot. Those aren't really the reasons why I'm doing this though. It's infinitely more simple than that. I'm tired. The thought of sitting down and typing out a thousand words doesn't bring excitement or happiness anymore, just a sense of worn out obligation that one would compare to mowing the lawn or cleaning the toilet. It's a chore, and one I haven't gotten much out of for some time. I know full well that I make the choice not to write anymore, and this isn't an attempt to blame someone or something for my absence from the boards. I am responsible for my actions first and foremost.
So that brings us to the close. As long as I am still welcome to do so I'll pop into chat from time to time to say hello, and anyone present is more than welcome to continue speaking/interacting with me on Facebook, Xbox Live, Steam and all the others. If there's ever a decided end to the Bleach RP I'm digging it like an ingrown nail, otherwise all I can do is wish everyone good luck and good times with the Post Terminus story as it continues to unfold.
I guess all that's left to say is thank you. Thank you for six years of an experience I will never forget. Thank you to all the creative, insightful and above all patient people who have indulged and tolerated me over the years, even when I was well past intolerable. Thanks. I know it's a small word tossed around in dizzying quantities from day to day, but I mean it more than most of you might ever know. But thank you. Seriously.
Cheers.
-Christopher Paul SeCheverell
AIM: beaker321c
XBL: BIDOOF OR DIE09
League: Wrath Of Socky