Adios Amigos: or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bong.

Day 4,137, 03:13 Published in USA USA by Jimmy Cincinnati



After reading my eulogy, I feel compelled to delineate.
I'm, actually, fine. I just had a lot on my plate.
Thanks for the acknowledgements and I apologize for any misunderstanding.

I'll be perfectly honest; I experienced an existential crises. I started thinking about all of the time lost to eRep. Sure, I met a lot of new people, but half of them didn't like me.

Anyways, I'd lost interest in this game years ago and lingered for the social aspects. The virtual wars, elections and the congressional deliberations were a great experience. Those are the times when everyone would start reaching out to others. Eventually, Plato would whittle away at the features which had necessitated our interdependence.

I grew tired of perusing this mind numbing monotony, in perpetuity and I flaked. I threw the treasury at the party president and avoided the computer for over two weeks.

I've been haunted by the prospect of writing this article, but my friends deserve an explanation. My obituary compelled me to write one. Thanks to Max Plank for letting me know about it.

I may visit, but I won't eat, work or vote. If anyone wants to chat, I'll be on discord.
https://discord.gg/XWGZbEb


And with that; I'll be on my way.

Godspeed!