Sappy (The Life of an eRepper)

Day 3,892, 18:57 Published in USA Peru by Jude Connors

Greetings and Salutations, eWorld:

Let's face it... there isn't too much to this game. Over the years since V1, there has been a systematic stupify it to a point that it is essentially pressing a red button... and putting in your credit card numbers, of course.

This is essentially the game... Credit Card Poker

So every now and again, someone comes around the community and has great ideas to make the game more enjoyable. Even ideas for new additions to the game, which, of course, will never come. After all, we're still waiting for stuff promised like two years ago, like perception.

The secret motto of eRep

so when the ideas are overlooked, some players try to ignite the community with a lotto of sorts. But of course those were made illegal quite a few years ago, so Forfeit Points were dished out.Needless to say, this will drive any player out of the game. 🙁

Another active player lost 🙁
Kurt Cobain penned the lyrics for Nirvana's song "Sappy" in the early 90s. Oddly enough, those lyrics pretty much describe the eLife of an eRepper. Here they are:

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh

And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh

And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in the shit
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh!

The eLife of an eRepper. This is how Plato treats you and I. Plato keeps us in a jar, gives us breathing holes, and eventually we wallow in the shit.

And we just think we're happy.