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I came to gaia hoping to create a character that was a Ninja. Today I can honestly say that I succeeded.
I've escaped everything thrown at me, I've created diversions so masterful that even I was fooled. I made a second life for myself and it was both an escape and a diversion. I called him Knives, you called him stupid.
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From the beginning Knives was the 'me' I had never become. He was smart, tactical, merciless, decisive, and cool (at least in my opinion). For a while, it was good. I was strolling through the digital streets of Gaia watching peons run from me, cursing my very name. People hated me, they were jealous of me. I would walk into a random thread and be begged not to kill everyone. I suppose that, at the time, I was just too powerful to be stopped. I had ceased being another member and become an icon, something that a vast majority of people in Commerce and the FFA knew. Whether they loved me or hated me, they HAD to respect me, I would kill them if they didn't.
There is, of course, a point at which men become more then men, and they become legends. Many times in the real world these heroes die young, or somehow slip away from the public eye, destined to be fondly remembered for all time. That is what should have happened to me. I wish it had because that moment was when I started to decay. I didn't want to do the things necessary to uphold this 'reputation' I had. My skills began to atrophy as people started taking fantasy and converting it into science fiction. People were altering each other's atomic structures while I was still throwing daggers at trees.
In short, I became outdated. My expiration date past and I began to function improperly.
I tried to make excuses. At first I said that the new way of fighting was bullshit (And I was right! But I didn't yet know.), that was my excuse to hide the fact that I had never took the time to understand it. Now I'm glad I didn't. Still, whenever I saw hacks like Dyne or Ertai I couldn't help but be touched with envy. It all sounded so interesting and complex. Did I mention that I'm happy I never did? Because...Hoshit, I really am.
Now, skipping a few months of idleness, I am where I'm at today. I am a man who has obtained the clarity to see how incredibly stupid he is.
That's right: I'm STUPID.
I love it.
You see, I can't be smart! Anyone who is smart I wouldn't know, because they were smart enough to step out of the public eye a long time ago. The only person like that I can honestly say I have ever spoken to is Liam. I won't lie Liam, I've always respected you. You show that maturity does come with age. I'm going to try to start growing up now. Maybe one day I'll be what I want to be, so I suppose that this is the first step on the journey of a thousand miles.
Wait...
Apparently we have a final statement from my soon-to-be-retired character Knives.
Dear everyone:
I'll put this as plainly as possible: You are children, Rocco is a child, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves. Calling this bullshit you people make up 'Pseudoscience' is giving the horrid concept far more credit then it's worth. It's all made up theories that only slightly begin to scratch the surface of what could be considered the wildest, most unproven aspects of the real and original theories (which are likely laughed at by the scientific community in the first place). Now, I'd tell you all individually that you blow, and exactly in what orifice you can stick the tattered remains of einstein's brainchildren but I'm about to be retired, and I don't want to waste my last breaths on your sorry asses. I want to tell all of the cool people like Victor, Sam, Maria Violet, Dizzy, Criox, Esteru, Lulu, Hillel, Del, the Four Corners crew, and everyone else I ever liked that you all were the most awesome bunch a sociopath killer could find, and that you all made this place far more tolerable.
Now I rest my head to sleep,
And dare the Grim my soul to reap,
For if he doth and somehow succeed,
Many bandages afterwards shall he need,
-Knives.
Goodbye old friend.
I will be leaving for a month. Feel free to PM me, I'll answer the ones that deserve an answer and I'll ignore the ones that don't. when I come back I'm not going to play some excuse to vent my teenage fantasies, but a real character, flesh and blood based off of no one else but the real me. That's right, I'll be playing a minimally modified version of myself and you'll all get to see just how cool I really am.
Of course, you'll have no idea.
You see, this username will only be used to continue relations with people that I enjoy talking to. My new character will be completely detached in every way. You'll all never know unless I want you to. Take for example: Victor. Victor will be one of the few who know about me from the beginning. I hope, old friend, that you would do me the honor of helping me create the intricacies of this new character. You truly were the fighter I respected most on Gaia. Rock on.
When I come back, everyone, I come back as someone far diffrent then my previous persona. I come back and enjoy life, not fight against it. I will be playing something that I myself once advised against:
I will be playing me.
Bye!
-Rocco.
 The Vansin · Sun Aug 06, 2006 @ 12:52am · 7 Comments |
