It has been a long while. It is me, Octavius Dryst, writing you. I have a simple request. I ask that you let me rejoin your ranks as a fellow citizen. I know that I have infamy about me and that there are many among you who do not wish to allow me back into the country. I understand your ire and your hesitation.
I offer that you listen to this song. It will make sense by the end of this letter, should you take the time to listen to it.
Several months ago, it seems like forever now, I was elected cp of India. I was both excited and unprepared for this opportunity. Within a day or so of having held office things went decidedly wrong. Political divisions between myself and Kismu primarily, created a hostile environment that I just didn't have time to deal with given my rl circumstances. This is a BS reason to do a bad job, after all I just shouldnt have run, but I honestly didnt expect to get elected, but then no one opposed me. After about a week even my VP Asmita admitted that she would impeach me if there were another alternative. This, along with other old friends seeming to turn against me, hurt me. It made me angry and led me to feel betrayed. There is more to the story, involving my MoD Commius, who I had entrusted to act in my name if I were not around, and the appointed MoF who did not seem to jive with Commius. Commius texted me and asked what he should do and I instructed him to fire the uncooperative minister whos name I have forgotten how to spell. This added fuel to the fire and made my life a veritable hell for a few days.
My eventual decision was to empty roughly 2/3 of the treasury. I sent the money to 3 close friends and asmita and kismu as well as myself. The goal of this action was honestly to mess with asmita and kismu, sort of show them that I wouldnt be pushed around. I sent the money to trusted friends because I believed they would send it back. As far as I know they all did, Kismu,myself, Asmita, Ginny Tory, and Commius. Unfortunately admin took a look at those who got the money and my old friend Bocksons account was banned with 4 mil cc in his account. I tried ticketing admin multiple times, first thinking he had been banned for the money, and then explaining that he had no part and that I had sent him the funds. Then I learned he was banned for multis and attempted to ticket admin to return the money. I was not allowed to because I was not ticketing from the org the money was taken from. Needless to say, by this point I had lost access to the org, and I informed Kismu of the circumstances, I dont know what happened after that.
That is the situation from my perspective, but I am sure most, if not all of you, have heard different or similar versions of this story dozens of times. I am not writing this to clarify history, though I do think it to be important that you understand how I saw the event unravel. I write this to explain that I was wrong in my actions.
I have been playing this game for over 3 years now and I have seen it go from decent, to ok, to awful, to why do I even play anymore. I have stuck around this game for so long because of the people that play it and the connections I have made with them. I am no tank, I don't have a very popular paper, and I am apparently no great politician. I have, however found some friends in this game.
I have bounced around since leaving India, to Canada, back to Ireland, and then to New Zealand. In none of my new/old homes did I feel or experience the community that I had in India. IRC rooms were always quiet, nothing was being done, and no one seemed to care. I began to miss the unique relationships I had built in India. (Ask anyone from months ago about my notorious irc drinking and complaining about rl) A few old friends encouraged me to come back and I started thinking seriously about it.
Then I applied for citizenship, a few days ago, and have been anxiously waiting for the response. I logged onto IRC tonight to see what was going on, if I would be able to come home, and I ran into Asmita. I figured her to be the best person to ask as I can only assume her to be leading the charge to deny my access, and to her credit she indeed is part of that camp. She did, however, give me the time of day. She in fact allowed me to open up to her about some very difficult things I have been experiencing in my life. Despite my slandering her and her losing faith in me we seemed to mesh back together in quite a nice way. I felt the subtle joy of talking with an old friend, if even about unpleasant things. I have so many old friends here, people who tend to genuinely care and that take a vested interest in my well being and sanity. I want to be part of your community again. I want to fight for you and with you. I want to consider you my brothers/sisters in arms.
When I took the money I was wrong to do so and I regret that action. I should have just walked away but I was hurt. I never meant for any of the money to go away permanently, but some did, and that is blood on my hands. I can not repay the balance, probably not even in another 3 years of playing, but I can contribute to the community. I am sorry to everyone that put faith in me, everyone that expected or at least hoped that I would do well, to everyone that has suffered from the lack of funding I put you through. If you do not allow me back into your country I will not blame you but I will lament the lost opportunity to be part of something great again. If, by your graces, I should be allowed back in I will seek to aid the country and the people in any way that I can. I do not expect to ever be given access to resources again, but I would very much like to be a contributing part of government. I owe you all some work.
Eagerly awaiting your response,
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