I need to sleep. But I got my next post started/outlined.
Write! Write for your life.
I need to sleep. But I got my next post started/outlined.
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Write! Write for your life.
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Write! Write for your life.
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I'd rather sleep and write a good post in the morning, making y'all fuckers wait (Not really though as Iris isn't actually in the MME yet). Than post a substandard post this evening.
I've been trying to write this post for several days now. Almost a week by this point. But I can't seem to get anything out as I would like. I am constantly distracted by the personal issues that have been plaguing me for the past several weeks, which have only worsened the past few days. And today, I cleared out my schedule as best I could to sit down and write both this post and the next which would serve as the ending for my arc and set up the next season. I even got a pretty good chunk completed. And then more drama arose IRL. And I've spent the past three hours dealing with the immediate fallout. And I know there's only going to be more coming, so I know I'm not going to have any real ability to sit down and work on not only these posts, but likely have any time for next season, either.
I absolutely hate this because this RP is actually succeeding. And my biggest gripe about RPing is that every time I make a character and put effort into a story and a narrative the game fails. It's why I have repeatedly "retired" from roleplays many times over the years. And yet now here's one that I like, that is going strong, and is about to enter the second season. I was actually going to be able to finish a story I planned to tell, and I was even reaching out to a couple other players to plan for crossovers next season.
But, unfortunately, I think I'm going to have to drop. As much as I'd like to stay, as much as I'd like to finally be able to say I finished an arc in one of these games, there's no way I'll be able to with everything that's going on around me at the moment. I can barely manage to find time to do my actual work as it is and as a result, I'm slipping on bill payments now. I'm trying to think of a way around it, to fit in this game now that shit is hitting the fan yet again in my life, but I'm not spotting one.
So, apologies, but I won't be finishing my story nor joining next season. The good news, at least, is that absolutely nothing I did affects anyone else and my absence doesn't hinder the game in any way. A benefit of writing completely solo content, I guess.
Good luck to everyone else, though, and have fun with next season. Keep the game alive.
Ciao
tl;dr: I'm dropping reluctantly, what else is new, and goodbye.
The Surfer could do little to hold back his frustration, knowing that when given the choice, each chosen prisoner of The Raft had sided with personal retribution over the path of virtue. All they had been tempted with was a mere taste of power, and their greed did the rest. Mick Rory had sought to be one with the destructive flame. Doris Zeul had sought the strength to match her ability to transcend stature. Aviva Metula had sought a greater link with this world's literal darkness. The team of thieves once known as Matthew Hagen, Preston Payne, Sondra Fuller, and Basil Karlo had sought to be unified in power stemming from this world itself, despite becoming a singular abomination. Hector Hammond sought ultimate knowledge and the power to control it. And Leslie Willis, already having mastered the power of electricity, sought only to be turned loose and make the world feel her wrath.
RIP Retired, gone but not forgotten.
Anyhow, gonna be wrapping up my crossover with Byrd and then I'll see this season off. I plan on playing Frank for another crossover with Doc at the beginning of Season Two, and then I'll be retiring him so I can focus on another character...
“Well…” Steven offered a knowing smirk, “I’ll just say I’m not surprised that it was in Gotham, of all cities, where someone obviously has decided to form the same conclusion and bankroll the Batman. My advice, from someone who does well reading market trends, would be to watch Hub City like a hawk. Another protector will stand up soon from over there, mark my words. But what form they take, well, that’ll be the question...”
”I’ve got one. The Spirit of the Gun.”