What does [EZC] mean to me?

Day 2,191, 20:12 • Published in USA USA • by Dogpyle


This article is for an EZC sponsored writing competition, What Does EZC Mean to Me? Initially, I wasn't going to partake in the competition. With all my fawning over Bia (Hey, Babe), real life obligations, my inability to keep up to date with my forum giveaway thread, and just general apathy towards the game, I tried to convince myself I just didn't have the time.

But it kinda sat there in the back of my mind, ya know? Festering like a sliver buried in that fleshy part of your hand, between your thumb and palm, that you just can't get at no matter how hard you try. Like a sliver, I tried to pick at that thought, that idea, to pry it loose and throw it away so I could move on with my life. But a funny thing happened; the more I pried at it with my mental tweezers, the more imbedded it became. The more I worked on banishing the thought, the stronger it became and I gotta tell ya folks, I'm damn glad that's the case. Let me tell you why.



When I came back to this game, and found it in shambles, the only thing that kept me playing was the fact that I had found a pretty kick a$$ MU. Not only did they welcome me with open arms, they made me a part of the family. Seriously. It felt like a home away from home, and suffice it to say, without going into boring and melodramatic detail, I needed it at that moment in RL.

I can hear some of you out there, the naysayers saying, "C'mon DP, family? Home away from home? You're just being an oversensitive emo fifteen year old girl." (no offense to overly sensitive emo fifteen year old girls).

But, you're wrong. It's a fact. No emo here. If you're a member (and if you're not, my condolences), just check out the in game MU feed on a regular basis. See what's going on in there? That's community, my friends. That's like coming home after a long day, sitting in your easy chair and having the dog bring you your slippers and the paper. And the forum? I'll tell ya, there is a core of people in there that is like coming home from a long day and having your Honey Babe (like a honey badger, only in reverse) greet you with a Crown 'n' 7 and a back rub. Mmmmmm feels nice, doesn't it?



Then there's the contests, the competitions (like this one), the games, the prizes, the bragging rights, the supplies, the leadership, the friends made, the community, the respect, the coordinated attacks, and on and on. It's all awesome up in here.

And while all of that is great, there is something even more important than all of it. I had said earlier that had it not been for EZC, I would have just stopped playing again. Had I done that, had I not stuck around, I would never have met the lovely Bia Pandora. Had I never met the lovely Bia Pandora, I would never have taken up writing. Had I not taken up writing, I would never have had the chance to woo the lovely Bia Pandora. Had I never had the chance to woo the lovely Bia Pandora, she would not have fallen head over heels, madly in love with me. Had she not fallen head over heels, madly in love with me, I would not currently be the happiest man alive.

So, what does EZC mean to me?
Everything.

Peace, Love, and Happiness. Dogpyle out.