REQUIEM FOR A WANNABE HERO: Arjay Phoenician Says Goodbye!
Arjay Phoenician
This is Noah. He is my grandson. He’s 18 months old. He likes tools and cars and going for walks around the neighborhood with his Grandpa.
This is Russell. For all of Noah’s life, plus a couple of months, he’s been more preoccupied with pulling Arjay’s strings and making him talk about foreign concepts like honor, dignity, and chivalry, than being a real part of Noah’s life.
Russell had an epiphany on Christmas. He was sitting around with his family, his large and loving family, and he realized a few things. For one, he is very loved and needs to push himself away from eRepublik so he can be a good husband/stepfather/grandfather. For another, as Arjay shines in the e-world, Russell decays in the real world, and he has become the typical Internet junkie—obese, incoherent, over-absorbed, and underachieving. The trolls can take bets on whether Russell gets diabetes or suffers a heart attack first, but because he’s had this revelation, because he doesn’t want to be a tragedy waiting to happen, because he wants more great Christmases with his great family, Arjay’s time in eRepublik has come to an end.
In fact, it ended some time ago. This is the first article since before Christmas, when I was talking about my conversion to Dioism. I even got a reply from Dio Brando himself, and I was going to be part of his crusade to bring peace to the world, once and for all. I saw myself as a sort of St. Paul to his Jesus Christ, proselytizing on his behalf. I had big plans for 2011, from liberating Bolivia from the Argentine-based Pindonga (translating into English as prostitute) to launching a worldwide media juggernaut. While it might have been fun to try all this, Russell would have been in his chair, getting fatter and fatter, caring as much (if not more so at times) about the words on his computer screen as the people in his life. Russell has never communicated to a single one of you, he has only spoken through Arjay, a wannabe heroic figure who wanted to stand for something good in a world long since rotted away by negligent admins, soulless superalliances, and parasitic trolls. Given a choice of being a champion in an imaginary world on one hand, and having a heart attack at his desk on the other, Russell chose life. Family. God. Work. Sex.
Don’t you just hate it when someone who thinks he’s someone in this world leaves a long, dramatic goodbye article, saying goodbye to the friends he made, leaving a laundry list of complaints, maybe giving the middle finger to an enemy or two? I was just going to leave, but I did get a few notes in my email, wondering what I’m doing, apparently I do matter enough to make some sort of announcement. Should I turn this into a free-for-all, spilling my guts on every little secret I’ve been sitting on all this time? Should this be a kiss-and-tell article, revealing the discreet loves of my e-life and the pornographic details? Should this be a rant where I tear into the powers that be, as if I were a pit bull biting into the arse of Donovan Thomas or St Krems, just snarling and shaking my head to and fro?
I think I’ll end with this:
This is Lake Titicaca, high in the Andes. The border of Peru and Bolivia crosses it. This is where Arjay is laid to rest, in the Bolivian Altiplano, retaining his Bolivian citizenship for as long as this damn game world continues to exist. It will forever be Bolivia, regardless of which country holds political claim of it. No Pindonga can touch this sacred site, prostitutes are not allowed on holy ground. This is the beach where this grain of sand rests, born from the original sand of the original cosmos, set into motion by the divine Dio himself. Come, squish your toes in the muddy banks here, laugh as if the weight were lifted from your shoulders, hold your friends tightly, and let go of the monstrous amount of crap you have to deal with in playing this game.
Or, if nothing else, sing along…
Lake Titicaca, oh Lake Titicaca,
It's between Bolivia and Peru.
Lake Titicaca, oh Lake Titicaca,
With waters tranquil and blue.
Oh Lake Titicaca, yes Lake Titicaca,
Why do we sing of its fame?
Lake Titicaca, yes Lake Titicaca,
'Cause we really like saying its name!
Titicaca!
It is a game. On several occasions, I forgot it was just a game, believing the tyranny of the Pindonga was a real tyranny, or a real back was stabbed when the Japanese attacked South Korea last summer, or the political hubris of almost every American president other than Josh Frost is so much to fret over that it eclipsed the political hubris in Washington D-freaking-C. I played this game hard, even frenetically at times, but you always knew where you stood with me, I never had a hidden agenda, I didn’t mince words, and I never wavered from the belief that honor and integrity, in obvious short supply these days, will eventually triumph over PTO’s and trolls and superalliance manipulations.
Russell wants to live, and he believes it’s now to a point where Arjay has to leave to make it so.
If you feel like continuing the friendship you started with Arjay, just look around the Internet, Arjay Phoenician’s still here and there, a Google search will show you the way. If nothing else,you’ll always be able to find him and Russell at arjayphoenician@gmail.com.
The life of Arjay Phoenician was catalogued meticulously on Wiki.
And while I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by not mentioning them here, there is one citizen I want to thank, more than anyone, for making my e-life full and wonderful. Thank you, Rainy Sunday, you’ve always been a friend to me in this game on several levels, but you’ve also been a friend to Russell. There are a couple others, they know who they are, who loved Arjay and befriended him and even got to know Russell a little, but you’re the one who knew us both best. I hope to continue to see you in my email.
With nothing else to say, I wade into the chilly waters of Lake Titicaca, wishing you well.
Arjay was here,
But now he’s gone,
But leaves his name
To carry on.
Those who knew him,
Knew him well;
Those who don’t
Can go to…
Comments
Good bye friend, you will be missed but not forgotten.
It is a lot easier to leave a game clearly in decline and I suspect that you are picking the appropriate time to do so.
Good luck in real life!
Good luck. We expect you to came back.
o7
Good bye Arjay! Good luck Russell!
STAY!
Arjay played the game it was meant to be played.
o7
Bye! Greetings and i wish you best things in your RL! This is a game. Out of here doesn´t matter nobody player. The RL is better always. Outside me, and you, and everyone have a family, friends, work, study, sex, and the football (or soccer -yankee way to call the best sport of the world-). Enjoy your life!
Farewell
We only met in passing.
Farewell Arjay, GL Russel.
RL > eRep
Arjay, good luck in rl and comeback whenever you want to eR.
True...I have reached that stage as well and am about to hang my boots. have thought about it since a while, since this game started really going downhill to where it is now unplayable. The only thing that keeps making me come back is cos its one of those most frequently used urls that keep popping up in my browser.
Need to find an alternative to spend some free time and purge my browser of this abomination.
All the best Russell...I did not agree with everything but I can safely say that yours was the most sensible parchment in-game. ALWAYS worth a read.
Godspeed o7
I'm sure eSK remembers you well, even if all we did was stare but never speak.
Good luck Arjay
At least you've chosen the right path.
I shall join you soon enough.
Hey bro
Our encounter was brief. I liked Arjay and I'm sure I will like Russell.
Goodbye...
May the real road rise up to meet you
May the real wind be always at your back
May the real sun shine warm upon your face
May the real rain fall soft upon your field
And until we eMeet again...
You flourish in the love of your real family and real friend!
Hugs and kisses from eBelgium.
~Mittekemuis
Whoa. Arjay finally got it together mentally.
Later, bro.
bravo
Good luck, friend!
Does it really exist, real life, or is it just a rumour? Anyway, good luck in finding out Russel and say hi to Noah 🙂
o7 fair skys and steady winds guide u to your destination
Goodbye friend. Always choose life. Wise words. This is a GAME.
take it easy, grandpa.
this old man is "short" as well.. definitely won't be as eloquent as you on his way out.
the "Being There" closing shot is perfect.
Be the grandfather your grandson needs.
Βest of luck!
Godspeed and best wishes my friend. Growth comes in the Spring.
Goodluck friend, you were a great leader to the South Korean people!
o7
Best luck to you.
o7 eSK will remember you, best of luck with your life.
Can I have your stuff?
P.S. This is probably the best "goodbye" article that I've read. I get the feeling that you'll be back someday.
Goodbye Arjay, thanks for everything you've done for Bolivia!
el titicaca es de chile....
Renato...comprate un mapa urgente, jajaja!
You have a beautiful grandson. Goodbye Arjay.
o7
Thx 4 teh info
Goodbye Arjay, I wish you all the best - it was always a pleasure.
Enjoy! We'll miss you Arjay
@real bolivians: watch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ktEiP6vqq0
I don't like the video but it's our sad reality...
Auf Wiedersehen!
Farewell.
Greetings and i wish you best things in your RL!
YaFue
Later sucker!
It was an honour to know you. It was an honour to read your articles. It was an honour to exchange PMs with you. It was an honour to meet you, Arjay.
Godspeed!
P.S. Expect an e-mail, friend.
Good riddance
Bye and good luck.
I returned to watch you die, and yet I couldn't be happier to hear it. Go enjoy life old friend, and may Arjay rest in peace. Auf Wiedersehen!
One grandparent to another, I have to say you are doing the right thing. This is RL time you can never get back if you lose it. But Arjay was always about doing the right thing, wasn't he? You will be missed.
farewell comrade
porque escriben en ingles?
the funniest way to play a game is doig it "seriously".
good luck, arjay. You seem to be a real serious player.
He dies still thinking that pindonga😛rostitute.. Poor idiot..