Just dissapointed.

Day 2,698, 22:20 • Published in Ireland Japan • by Donovan Thomas

(It's a long read. Say whatever you want in the comments, but read the damn thing and quote it proper please.)

Do you know what it takes these days to get me to open up the old paper and type? I have to be either more drunk, or more stoned than I have been in years. Or I have to be pissed off.

Tonight I have a double Jameson and a nice dark San Diego Porter (Ballast Point Victory at Sea for any purveyors). But I am clear headed, and wide awake as my old mentor and friend Grainne used to say.

I'm neither drunk nor stoned tonight. I'm angry.

See, I was apathetic. I stopped caring. Numerous reasons, but mostly because I came back to find all my old friends were either dead or stopped caring. My new friends are pretty cool. Some of them are really good at this game, but some times (a lot of times) things get lost in Google translation and it just gets more hard than it should be.

The craic just aint here... there's no "Oh yeahhhhhh" in my day of eRep.

Then you have your little pains in the ass. Colin Fox and I settled up in pm's. Turns our I understand the guy even if I don't care for his style. WHS? I honestly can't be arsed to bother with him anymore. Zero substance, no action, only whiny complaints and ten second wiki searches. Frankly I would not be surprised if he was an American eighth grader. Raven? Probably a 40 year old angry married neighbor of mine. At least that's the taste she/he gives off. Stale cigs and chardonnay.

Hell, these days I'm AGREEING with the Krakken. W...T...F... right?

But it's all a damn game... But a game no one seems to give a flip about playing.

Take this wet sock puppet Kuthesh... I was told "He's a good guy" I'm not angry. I'm disappointed. He takes none of this seriously and is making jokes left and right about how he ripped up off. Excuse upon excuse, blame and chuckle. Cute little screen shots about me sucking Don Croata's balls... "Defending himself" with hyperbolic statements...

He's doing everything but anything for this country.

And when I look around...

No one but the people I have already thrown in with seem to give two perfect no wipe shits.

At this point I know I won't get my 20kcc back. Who gives a shit? I'm a grown up who never needs to work again... I play, and when I pay, I do it for fun.

But it's not fun. And in the end... there are no Irish here anymore.

Some will focus on the last line. I am first generation American. I had FUN here with the Beta and Alpha crew... Connecting with my ethnic background was a big part of me choosing this spot.

I REALLY like The CrΩmega bunch. They ARE a family. Some damn talented people at that... people who care.

But I'm not... having... fun.

Are you?

That is what this is about.

Cheers.

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Kuthesh,

I was gonna screenshot all that crap you said... just like you said I would. Then I realized how little I really care about you and your little half a second of being important. Go ahead son, burn it down, piss on it, brag about it to the other kids in your class or at your job. If it's that important to you, you probably need to feel good about yourself way more than I need make a witty comment. I hope you get what you need.

But you could be a man instead. Not a braggart, a loudmouth, a punk finally getting to stand on top.

You could fess up to the shitshow you have given us all and ask for help. You could show humility before your fellow man and use the twenty or so days you have left to save your reputation, time and effort you've put into this. I don't think you will. But I hope I'm wrong.