Today I checked Pfhorums as usual. There wasn’t much to see there. As usual lately. I mean, Moppypuppy got all huffy about his stupid topic (the one about the video, good God). There’s also a new scenario announcement: “lolnova.” It’s a joke scenario; whether the creators realize this or not is the only question in my mind.
ESB is getting some new adrenaline shot through its shriveled balls: some guy named “Godot” showed up. I swear something like this happened on Pfhorums two years ago… However, this Godot claims to be Hamish. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just ukimalefu posting more of his redundant crap so ESB never dies. We were so close, too…
Three posts from glory.
I thought about things a little yesterday, and I just realized I haven’t played at all in a month or two. The nights just after my router replacement were joyous, full of netgames. I think I hosted a hundred within a couple of weeks. It was a new leaf for me, after the many months of non-gaming. Things were looking up.
Then what? I got drawn back into the CLIQUE meta-game. And I like it. I’ve got some comments from outsiders on JFO now, which might be because of the recent Pfhorums outage. I think I like the people here better than I like the game itself, if you can believe that. Why play at all?
#alephone lately has been mainly join/part messages and discussion about Smithy. Don’t get me wrong; Smithy is a great program that will add new life to Marathon. It’s just a few years too late for me. I talk a lot about this program and others, but I need to face the reality that I’m not planning on mapping ever again. Sure, I might make a level occasionally, but I think everyone agrees that my heyday was over by the time I started Pelikan. It’s another case of learned behavior: making a fuss out of Marathon when I have almost nothing to do with it any more. Why bother?
I launched the 4GET MARARTHON campaign. Some might ask why, and I will answer them in the privacy of this journal: for me and for Wolfy. Both of us have things we want to accomplish that became twisted and unrecognizable at some point in the last four years. I want to write, and my prose lately has taken me to new and frightening places, causing me to draw unforeseen conclusions about myself. Treellama went to school for his music, a noble goal. We both need to forget Marathon. There’s a word other have used in the past for the act of forgetting the game, but I don’t dare utter it just yet.
4GET has already produced fruit. I wrote more in Earth Mother. Wolfy finished a song he began months ago. There’s not much of a choice now.
(Try to read between the lines a little bit more)