The game that never was.

Day 3,008, 13:23 • Published in Canada Canada • by Ralph Kline

I am truly bored.
Otherwise this lacklustre attempt at providing an explanation for my loss of interest and my absence would not be taking place. Some five and a half years ago I started playing erep, that is if "playing" is a proper description of the time spent online trying to shape and grow my character.I think better to see it as time spent searching.

That seems odd, even to myself as I write it. However, that is what took place. I was looking for meaning in the social interaction that took place in the erep website and in the ecanada forums. Meaning in the dialogue, and in the co-operation and opposition that was so often encountered. Purposeful intent to build a business and political carrier and get some sense of satisfaction from it. There was for so long, an idea that I could speak to a place of common identity and somehow be fulfilled. Yet, there was always a hollow sense to my time spent. I started to listen to the rhetoric of all the game changes that revolved around earning gold for the games owners. I started to blame the environment for my condition. Soon after that, stopped fighting, trying and working.I was wrong though, as have been many.
The game is not a game at all. This place is about connections, simple social connections, that have been trampled by a profit model.
There is no objective, beyond reaching out to one another via the internet and finding discussion worthy of continuation.
So, in stopping looking, I have found.

What comes next, if anything, who knows? I think I would like to see a comment or two of real nature. Like who we are and what we do, in nondescript non-revealing terms of course, if you're so inclined.
My name is Mike and I live in small town Alberta....