My first game on RPOL...
It occurred to me, when I was reading a post in good stuff, that sometimes you just never actually have a connection at all. You never aim for one, and so the shot is never taken. You basically still never hit it off. Same end effect, but you never tried. Never got fired, up or off. Basically same effect though, you end with zero.
I know better than to write an awards of RPOL post. I have my favorites, I have friends I have an old buddy from back in 2003 (I think). I have no idea what his real name is. I think it's Tom though. I know nothing about him, except that he tells everyone when he's taking holiday. I think he lives in the U.K. No idea though. I share a lot of personal info, a lot of baggage. He's just sort of main staple wihout ever telling me much about himself. I like him. I sometimes find myself daydreaming about his holiday. I have this image in my head, of what he looks like. I've played with this guy since 3.0 was the D&D to be the e.
Today I thought about the fact I know so much about so many people. People I recognize by name. People I also make up faces to. People I could never game with, but that I like, actually enjoy reading their posts. They are like characters in this meta-game of life. It's game I'm not very active in, but they're like the actors in the shows I watch a lot of on this t.v. I have netflix and barely watch an hour a month (my roomate does though).
I like these people, the actual people, what little I know them. And I think they have no idea how much I appreciate them.
There's a woman with some mobility issues. She was scammed by an automotive mechanic (well, not just ONE too many) and thereafter she made sure she chnaged her own oil in all her vehicles did it, mobility issues be damned. I see her being dedicated, but none too solemn. It's enough to remember, put a name to face. She doesn't like grammar errors, and notations being improper. It bugs her. Little things, as if I could place her in a who's who game of the site's life.
There's a guy who loves to talk about shows I've never seen and never will. He works on stage, as in does the crew work. If I was ever to be an actor, he'd be the best crew team lead I would hope for. He's been called a dog, at least once with endearment, and has had long streaks of vents that I wished sometimes I had more than words to offer him. So I give nothing instead.
There's a special needs gal, not sure how, but she was homeless. Sad story. Made me actually cry. Helped me get through my own forms of homelessness.
The list does go on. From the ones that make me angry, but whom I agree with. Very smart, albeit argumentative, people that explain things to me without ever knowing I took a page from the book, to the people who make me glad I have what I do, even though they have so much more than I ever could if I were them.
Evil GMs aren't always evil people. Often the ones that say they are won't ever tell you they're perfect. I like her.
People put on a face when they get on stage. That doesn't mean that makes them all of who they are. Even if they made the mask by hand. I like him.
Sadly, sometimes people I like, whom helped me never knowing it, go without their name remembered. That's what's like sand falling through my fingers. I could comb the base for years and never again will I have a grain again in hand.
Even the prideful lion, has mane, and that is not what makes the lion truly a lion. He is what he is. He's smart, and he's a king of games in some circles.
I often regret most, the the times I never aim, never shoot, never drive to the match and never learn how to shoot an arrow. I think about it though. If I can say any truth, it's that so many people will be remembered as long as I have memory. When that's gone, I hope they aren't. I really won't care, and that won't make me sad, I won't even remember who I am or what a game, life of otherwise, is.
It just makes me happy now. Maybe that's excessive, maybe that's not wise to be so bold. It just makes me happy the journey isn't over, not yet. The game will go on, and sometimes you have to drop out. Sometimes...the game just...dies.