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capeandcowlooc2012-08-21 05:34 pm
noelleno) wrote in capeandcowlooc2012-08-21 05:34 pm
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I always said if I dropped Jaime Reyes, I'd be dropping the game.
I've decided that's what needs to be done here and now. It's no bad reflection on the game or any of its players, but just a bad mesh between the scope/pace and my hectic life and lack of energy to keep up. I don't feel it's very fair to anyone to have to switch to a slower gear just to get a couple tags out of me when I'm around, only to see me dwindle and disappear on yet another hiatus, rinsing and repeating the behavior over time. I don't like it, and I doubt anyone else does.
To those I've slighted, troubled, or caused undue pain over my time here: I'm sincerely sorry for any trouble I've caused you, and I hope I can be forgiven. Even if not, I wish you the very best.
To those who've given me even the littlest bit of CR: Thank you so much for your time. It was not wasted on my part, because more than anything, I've really enjoyed my time here. I've been easily able to call it a kind of home because of everyone who's ICly or OOCly spent some time with me. I grew up and got through college – twice – with no small support from this game and you guys within. I learned how to almost type coherently, too! And I learned a lot about myself and others and how I relate to things through interactions here, both good and bad. It's very valuable stuff to me, and I'll always be grateful for it.
I hope you'll elbow in here and let me thank you more personally, if I can (though sketchy presents will take some time).
In the meantime, IC affairs:
Jaime Reyes, after nearly four solid years, will be gone. He doesn't have any grand wills or things (because honestly, he figured he was stuck here for life), but his apartment is stocked full of the time he's been here in pictures and old, printed-out articles. There are some green, fuzzy dice wrapped up for Ruka, though he figured he ought to hold on that until there's an actual car for them.
There's a ring hidden in the sock drawer, Abby. Infer what you will with that; there's no words or hints attached to it.
Tony Stark, the flood of godawful .midi files and dated e-cards ceases, as there is no Scarab to daily transmit the damn things. Relief?
Steve Pocacchio doesn't have anything, really, but he did promise to pick up some pet food on the way home, so the housemates'll have to deal with that. The starts of a formal letter to Felicia Hardy is crumpled up and fallen behind the wastebasket in his room, forgotten. Silly things.
I think that's about it. Let me know if more needs to be done or expanded on, or if final posts or input and the like are necessary.
Thank you again, everybody. I guess it's only a matter of time whether or not I can find the means/motivation to come back, but for now, this is a kind of farewell. You can still pm me anytime for...any reason, really. Or bug me over on Tumblr (okelleok) or Twitter (yeselleyes). And those who I might fall out of touch with: Take care of yourselves and thank you again (again)! I love and appreciate you all, and wish you all the best.
I've decided that's what needs to be done here and now. It's no bad reflection on the game or any of its players, but just a bad mesh between the scope/pace and my hectic life and lack of energy to keep up. I don't feel it's very fair to anyone to have to switch to a slower gear just to get a couple tags out of me when I'm around, only to see me dwindle and disappear on yet another hiatus, rinsing and repeating the behavior over time. I don't like it, and I doubt anyone else does.
To those I've slighted, troubled, or caused undue pain over my time here: I'm sincerely sorry for any trouble I've caused you, and I hope I can be forgiven. Even if not, I wish you the very best.
To those who've given me even the littlest bit of CR: Thank you so much for your time. It was not wasted on my part, because more than anything, I've really enjoyed my time here. I've been easily able to call it a kind of home because of everyone who's ICly or OOCly spent some time with me. I grew up and got through college – twice – with no small support from this game and you guys within. I learned how to almost type coherently, too! And I learned a lot about myself and others and how I relate to things through interactions here, both good and bad. It's very valuable stuff to me, and I'll always be grateful for it.
I hope you'll elbow in here and let me thank you more personally, if I can (though sketchy presents will take some time).
In the meantime, IC affairs:
Jaime Reyes, after nearly four solid years, will be gone. He doesn't have any grand wills or things (because honestly, he figured he was stuck here for life), but his apartment is stocked full of the time he's been here in pictures and old, printed-out articles. There are some green, fuzzy dice wrapped up for Ruka, though he figured he ought to hold on that until there's an actual car for them.
There's a ring hidden in the sock drawer, Abby. Infer what you will with that; there's no words or hints attached to it.
Tony Stark, the flood of godawful .midi files and dated e-cards ceases, as there is no Scarab to daily transmit the damn things. Relief?
Steve Pocacchio doesn't have anything, really, but he did promise to pick up some pet food on the way home, so the housemates'll have to deal with that. The starts of a formal letter to Felicia Hardy is crumpled up and fallen behind the wastebasket in his room, forgotten. Silly things.
I think that's about it. Let me know if more needs to be done or expanded on, or if final posts or input and the like are necessary.
Thank you again, everybody. I guess it's only a matter of time whether or not I can find the means/motivation to come back, but for now, this is a kind of farewell. You can still pm me anytime for...any reason, really. Or bug me over on Tumblr (okelleok) or Twitter (yeselleyes). And those who I might fall out of touch with: Take care of yourselves and thank you again (again)! I love and appreciate you all, and wish you all the best.
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