Irons’ diary post about 4GET MARARTHON got me thinking, and I just now remembered something that had somehow slipped out of my mind completely in the last year or so. At one point, I was ready to 4GET marathon myself.
I’m just going to start out with some history, since most of the people reading this (are there any?) probably weren’t around to know about this. When I first joined the marathon community, I was not a mean person at all. Ok, sure there were a few really annoying people here and there that I wasn’t very nice to, but overall I was a pretty supportive person. I remember helping countless people set up mac emulators so they could map on windows. Anyone new that came by the AIM room, I was more than willing to answer any questions, no matter how trivial. I had a really good connection and could host large games with no problems.
Some time after I had made CTF and all of my CTF maps, my connection got too crappy to play games, and the fun had died out of the game. I was ready to leave the marathon community. But here’s where it gets interesting. Just for the hell of it, I remember making a concious decision to turn into a total jackass and just wait for everyone to get fed up with me. The goal was to have everyone so pissed off at me that I’d have no good reason to stick around, even if I wanted to. On the pfhorums, I just started posting vicious attacks at people for little to no reason just waiting for one of them to snap. All I was waiting for was someone to stand up for themselves and fight back. Something along the lines of “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me this?” The problem is, that never happened. No matter how mean I was, no matter how little of a reason I had, no one ever stood up to me. I remember being very disappointed every time someone said “oh, I guess you’re right”, and I was determined to just keep trying. Any time someone did stand up for themselves and fight back, it was pretty much always directed toward Ryoko, which I could never understand at all.
Due to no one ever giving me the reaction I was looking for, apparently at some point I forgot what the point of all that was. What’s even more interesting to me is, I never really stopped being mean to people. I think I toned it down a bit when I no longer had any specific goal in mind, but part of it seemed to stick.
There’s not really any point to this post other than looking back and realizing how weird this whole thing turned out.