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Wish I Knew How To Quit You
Aug. 25th, 2006 10:40 amI don't like bullshit. I have never liked bullshit. And those who spew bullshit and perpetuate said spewage really need to be taught that this is no way for a civilised human being to behave. And I tend to be of the belief that the people with whom I choose to spend my time are not ... y'know, bullshit-spewers.
Boy, when I'm wrong, it's a doozy.
So I'm online, minding my own business and waiting for my FFXI EP to install when I get pinged in IM by the Chicago ST. Who starts spazzing out at me completely. Basically interrogated me about who on the Hollow City boards I'd been talking to and what exactly I'd said to them. Why did she want to know this? Because the Chicago ST had received an email from the Hollow City ST, bitching about how Chicago and its associated boards (New Orleans, Vancouver, and making a start on Dark Ages Rome) appear to be 'poaching' players from Hollow City. The evidence she has for this apparently involves seven or eight emails from HC players who have been approached. So the Chicago ST apparently wanted to know what the hell it was I'd said to people to give them this impression.
Uh-huh. Right. First of all, I talk to exactly four people on the Hollow City board in an OOC context, and two of them are already on this other board. They both play in Chicago, and one runs Vancouver while the other's gearing up Rome. The other two? They get anecdotes, much as you do on this journal. That's all. Not to mention the fact that my anecdotes? Are not exactly what you'd call 'rave reviews' for Chicago. Yes, the rewards are great, but the rewards are great for a rather massive amount of wank and serious selective perception issues by the ST. Plus the anecdotal approach applies as much to Hollow City as it does to Chicago if HC didn't move at the speed of an arthritic tortoise on Valium. If people express an interest in doing what I'm doing, by all means I'll encourage them to get involved if they so choose, but I would never suggest for anyone to quit one game just to join another. Particularly not that mess. But most of all? I don't talk to most of the people I RP with in an OOC capacity; not on those boards, anyway. I like Vish. Talon's ... sort of tolerable. Ladymockbird is growing on me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadow_lynne is fun to be around. But those are the only four from those boards I talk to. At all. Most of my online RP friends come from Charleston - darkdanc3r, ilyena_sylph, Dropbear and Turing foremost among them. I can barely tolerate the Chicago ST and yet I have to deal with her interrogating me like I've committed some heinous crime by talking about her damn RP? And then I send a sort of a 'WTF?' to Talon, who just says, "Oh, we're asking everyone". This has not endeared him to me. I don't care who you're asking; just stop asking me!
Can we look at the ludicrousness here? I don't know what the fuck motivation seven or eight people had to go emailing the HC ST to complain that "OMG someone wants me in their RP!!!" Generally I deal with that sort of thing by explaining how flattered I am but that I'm pretty overextended right now. And the HC ST frankly should have sucked it up; she does not have the monopoly on people's RP experiences and has no real right to turn around to another ST and shrieking, "OMGWTFMYPLAYERS!" The players in question belong to no one but themselves (see earlier comment on dealing with requests to join RPs one's self). And the Chicago ST ... what the fuck is she doing interrogating people like talking about her RP is a criminal act? Everyone is blowing this whole damn thing out of proportion and I do not get why there has to be this much angst. It's like "Spanish Train" by Chris de Burgh, if emails were being used instead of poker hands and both the Lord and the Devil were deeply, deeply stupid.
Oh, yeah, and I've been warned on Chicago. Why? Apparently OOC information includes stuff that my eyes can very well tell me from scenes I've been in. My Corax saw the priest defending the demon-pregnant Bastet, and being willing to die at the hands of his bretheren for her, and yet apparently, my Corax cannot have a damn clue that the priest is in as much danger of being seduced into taking care of said Bastet's demon sprog as the Bastet's brother is. Oh, and apparently, while serious amounts of outright profanity and vulgar language is apparently permitted, the term 'crotch dropping' is considered offensive and I'm not allowed to use it anymore.
Fuck this. Now it really isn't worth the aggravation. A lot of this shit appears to be designed purely to fuck with me and even if that isn't deliberate, it's still too damn much. I just don't know how you quit RPs like that. I'm sort of thinking along the lines of "Fuck y'all and this popsicle stand; Lorrie's flying to Jamaica".
Boy, when I'm wrong, it's a doozy.
So I'm online, minding my own business and waiting for my FFXI EP to install when I get pinged in IM by the Chicago ST. Who starts spazzing out at me completely. Basically interrogated me about who on the Hollow City boards I'd been talking to and what exactly I'd said to them. Why did she want to know this? Because the Chicago ST had received an email from the Hollow City ST, bitching about how Chicago and its associated boards (New Orleans, Vancouver, and making a start on Dark Ages Rome) appear to be 'poaching' players from Hollow City. The evidence she has for this apparently involves seven or eight emails from HC players who have been approached. So the Chicago ST apparently wanted to know what the hell it was I'd said to people to give them this impression.
Uh-huh. Right. First of all, I talk to exactly four people on the Hollow City board in an OOC context, and two of them are already on this other board. They both play in Chicago, and one runs Vancouver while the other's gearing up Rome. The other two? They get anecdotes, much as you do on this journal. That's all. Not to mention the fact that my anecdotes? Are not exactly what you'd call 'rave reviews' for Chicago. Yes, the rewards are great, but the rewards are great for a rather massive amount of wank and serious selective perception issues by the ST. Plus the anecdotal approach applies as much to Hollow City as it does to Chicago if HC didn't move at the speed of an arthritic tortoise on Valium. If people express an interest in doing what I'm doing, by all means I'll encourage them to get involved if they so choose, but I would never suggest for anyone to quit one game just to join another. Particularly not that mess. But most of all? I don't talk to most of the people I RP with in an OOC capacity; not on those boards, anyway. I like Vish. Talon's ... sort of tolerable. Ladymockbird is growing on me and
shadow_lynne is fun to be around. But those are the only four from those boards I talk to. At all. Most of my online RP friends come from Charleston - darkdanc3r, ilyena_sylph, Dropbear and Turing foremost among them. I can barely tolerate the Chicago ST and yet I have to deal with her interrogating me like I've committed some heinous crime by talking about her damn RP? And then I send a sort of a 'WTF?' to Talon, who just says, "Oh, we're asking everyone". This has not endeared him to me. I don't care who you're asking; just stop asking me!Can we look at the ludicrousness here? I don't know what the fuck motivation seven or eight people had to go emailing the HC ST to complain that "OMG someone wants me in their RP!!!" Generally I deal with that sort of thing by explaining how flattered I am but that I'm pretty overextended right now. And the HC ST frankly should have sucked it up; she does not have the monopoly on people's RP experiences and has no real right to turn around to another ST and shrieking, "OMGWTFMYPLAYERS!" The players in question belong to no one but themselves (see earlier comment on dealing with requests to join RPs one's self). And the Chicago ST ... what the fuck is she doing interrogating people like talking about her RP is a criminal act? Everyone is blowing this whole damn thing out of proportion and I do not get why there has to be this much angst. It's like "Spanish Train" by Chris de Burgh, if emails were being used instead of poker hands and both the Lord and the Devil were deeply, deeply stupid.
Oh, yeah, and I've been warned on Chicago. Why? Apparently OOC information includes stuff that my eyes can very well tell me from scenes I've been in. My Corax saw the priest defending the demon-pregnant Bastet, and being willing to die at the hands of his bretheren for her, and yet apparently, my Corax cannot have a damn clue that the priest is in as much danger of being seduced into taking care of said Bastet's demon sprog as the Bastet's brother is. Oh, and apparently, while serious amounts of outright profanity and vulgar language is apparently permitted, the term 'crotch dropping' is considered offensive and I'm not allowed to use it anymore.
Fuck this. Now it really isn't worth the aggravation. A lot of this shit appears to be designed purely to fuck with me and even if that isn't deliberate, it's still too damn much. I just don't know how you quit RPs like that. I'm sort of thinking along the lines of "Fuck y'all and this popsicle stand; Lorrie's flying to Jamaica".