It all started when I was grounded and forbidden to watch any television. To think that back then I was just some crazy kid that loved a book series and searched for others that shared this adoration. I however didn't find this role playing community because of my search. No, this place and all the wonderful people that I've met along the way were met through coincidence. So thank te Teen Titans and Young Justice Fandom (Season 3 is on!).
Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of memories, all written for all of you. Well, the ones still here.
I'm proud to say that my first roleplay was a Percy Jackson roleplay. I was introduced da my now boyfriend of five years, Andrew. Trying to look back, I don't remember whose child i was, but I do recall loving every moment. Being introduced to Isso, that fabulous daughter of Apollo. I wish her good luck. To Blaze, an honest to gods hellion meant to lead, te are a trooper. I wished we got to know più about each other, all of you, even the ones that joined after I " disappeared ".
Also, the enigma that is Ace. She was a mystery, a literal myth among geeks who study myth. She was the one that started the Camp Half-Blood roleplay club the founders of this place started in. The Golden Age of our little community, she was our Prometheus. She took fuoco and gave it to all of us. I'm saddened to say that maybe this fuoco has begun to fizzle, but at one point it was a raging maelstrom.
Now to the real reason why I'm here after four years. Why I'm Scrivere this, well it's because high school is ending. I started here when I was a freshman, now I'm a senior looking at my future. Yes, I am scared. A type of anxiety that towers over everything like a giant stone sentry looming over the common folk. But, I found it appropriate that I end what I started here.
Jaeda is no longer going to be exerting time here, maybe an odd look here and there, but I'm a ghost now. This is like the little After Story post I put in the old club. A middle aged woman looking at her old stomping grounds. The memories, the laughs the tears, it all happened there. Camp Half-Blood was real to us. It was amazing and honestly so are all of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. With all my love, I send the most sincerest of good-byes.
With a tearful farewell,
Jaeda
Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of memories, all written for all of you. Well, the ones still here.
I'm proud to say that my first roleplay was a Percy Jackson roleplay. I was introduced da my now boyfriend of five years, Andrew. Trying to look back, I don't remember whose child i was, but I do recall loving every moment. Being introduced to Isso, that fabulous daughter of Apollo. I wish her good luck. To Blaze, an honest to gods hellion meant to lead, te are a trooper. I wished we got to know più about each other, all of you, even the ones that joined after I " disappeared ".
Also, the enigma that is Ace. She was a mystery, a literal myth among geeks who study myth. She was the one that started the Camp Half-Blood roleplay club the founders of this place started in. The Golden Age of our little community, she was our Prometheus. She took fuoco and gave it to all of us. I'm saddened to say that maybe this fuoco has begun to fizzle, but at one point it was a raging maelstrom.
Now to the real reason why I'm here after four years. Why I'm Scrivere this, well it's because high school is ending. I started here when I was a freshman, now I'm a senior looking at my future. Yes, I am scared. A type of anxiety that towers over everything like a giant stone sentry looming over the common folk. But, I found it appropriate that I end what I started here.
Jaeda is no longer going to be exerting time here, maybe an odd look here and there, but I'm a ghost now. This is like the little After Story post I put in the old club. A middle aged woman looking at her old stomping grounds. The memories, the laughs the tears, it all happened there. Camp Half-Blood was real to us. It was amazing and honestly so are all of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. With all my love, I send the most sincerest of good-byes.
With a tearful farewell,
Jaeda
The Cold Truth: This club is dying. It has been for a long time. People haven't postato anything(meaningful, yes I'm talking of those who banter in the Getting to know forum, myself included) in far too long. So my domanda is a simple one, one I should have asked a long time ago; Is it worth it anymore?.
Funny, we all detto we would never leave... We all detto this place is a family... We all thought we loved Scrivere enough that it could last.
So is this it then? Are we going to let this club die off completely? Because anyone who doesn't see this is blinded da the past. The truth is we are all growing up, finding different interests and hobbies, and te know what... We learn to forget about this place. I myself was blind, but mabye, just once we can rewrite the fate of this club and remember why it is we are here; To fucking write about being the sons and daughters of the mightiest in all of Myth.
Funny, we all detto we would never leave... We all detto this place is a family... We all thought we loved Scrivere enough that it could last.
So is this it then? Are we going to let this club die off completely? Because anyone who doesn't see this is blinded da the past. The truth is we are all growing up, finding different interests and hobbies, and te know what... We learn to forget about this place. I myself was blind, but mabye, just once we can rewrite the fate of this club and remember why it is we are here; To fucking write about being the sons and daughters of the mightiest in all of Myth.
