THE GLORY DAYS---- IN MEMORY OF
I used to RP.
How do you think I became such a good writer?
But as it stands, the days of my RPing are just a memory now, their glory gone only to be seen once more in a burst of nostalgia... ah we had such a time. There was just us, and no candid storyline, and all the action we could ever think of.
I can only tell you that RPing with my old friends was an experience like no other, one that I've never found in any other group. We KNEW what the other was thinking, we all were interconnected almost, one mind nearly. Such days are long gone, and I cannot help but miss them with all my soul, but I realize that those days are again, over, and I will never see days like that ever again.
Oh, how time has passed, and yet, I can remember every moment that we spent together, though in front of a computer, bodies inactive, but minds running at the speed of sound. An adventure unparalleled, a creative adventure, no limits, and all the time in the world. An ecstasy better than any drug, better than any alcohol! We were conquerors! We were heroes! We were immortal to each other!
But time passed, new members came, and as usual, we greeted them with enthusiasm and joy, it was always thought the more the merrier! And it was
for a while. We had a leader, we all cared for his guidance, and he was a master storyteller, a God, in the literary sense. He knew of all the plot devices, how to fix a plot hole no matter how big it was, how to integrate every character. Oh, he was my teacher, and I owe him much, as I do everyone who used to be with us but he was an especially good teacher, blunt but forgiving!
All was well, for so long. We had all developed a bond; one that we thought was inshatterable. But one day, some of our younger members became dissatisfied with his guidance. Within time, the younger members banded together, and made him unhappy. My teacher left. His friend left first, but then he left! He told us that he was tied of being a leader.
I was one of the few who knew of his thoughts before he left. I was his second set of eyes, watching the younger members, noting their dissent. I told him of this, and then he initiated his grand experiment. He wanted to see if we could lead without him. And so he did. I am unsure any longer if he told me of this but the result was exactly of what he expected nevertheless.
We could not RP without him. It was impossible.
And so, he left. I spent much of my time afterwards attempting to track him down, but to no avail.
In time, others left, leaving in my hands a broken, destroyed chatroom, an RP without any sense of order. I had taken up the reins many a time in those days. But all my attempts had failed.
Our leader had fallen.
In time, I too left; seeking a new place to find the same feeling of unity and brotherhood that my pupils and I had sought and found in the chatroom.
Again, I failed. Nothing could compare to what Id had before.
I left the chats altogether.
Then in two months I returned, determined to resurrect our old chats, to once again feel the nostalgia and experience the ecstasy of our glory days. I thought I could do it
And I did.
For two more months, I lead the RP back into the light, bringing forth a new era of storytelling! Once more I felt the ecstasy of our brotherhood.
But once again, it fell
Not to dissent, no! This time it was to disinterest. No one wanted to open up the old wounds, and so
they left again too. They became uninterested in reliving the feeling that wed all once shared and enjoyed!
Once more, it fell.
But this time it was different
I was happy, though it had fallen, though I had failed, I realized something!
I still could remember them, my friends! I could remember them in my writing! And so, in their honor, in my teacher, my mentors memory I wrote! I began to tell stories once again, and though it wasnt the same, it was close, and that was enough for me.
Heck, it still is.
-----In honor of Project-XIII, Uryx, Takky-san, Avantguarde, and all of the others who were involved in DigitalChaos during the first fall, and second rising.
Written by: DC
-Damn I miss you guys.