Right so now that the world has been introduced to my EQ2 world, the following may not (or just may) seem strange. It's events like this that I started this blog business for as my memory fades with age.
Anyway yesterday (April 23, 2007) a historic event took place, at least for me. From my post a bit back we all know that I joined up with an outfit called Guild Pestilence, then left due to disagreements that weren't going to mend. Sy on the other hand stayed, not feeling that he had been slighted or done wrong, fair enough. Well as predicted the guild died pretty much from lack of interest on the part of those who formed it. Be it (I think) for another game of just general disinterest, it died. Yesterday Sy was given control of the guild by our old guild leader. So what you may say, well then you need to go back and read my intro to this game. Something I thought would never happen, but as I reflect on it more; it seems the logical path.
Why? Basically for the most part, the leadership of the guild was pretty self centered and selfish about how the guild ran. It was treated more as their posession than a collective of people for a common goal. I was chastized and geered for turning my back on it and going elsewhere to find my fun. Funny, they commited the ultimate betrayal, apathy. Without a word they all just walked away and left it to rot, the play toy was now no longer fun. Yet it was 'strong' enough to break friendships over. If you could market that kind of durablity you'd make Bill Gates look poor.
I'm not going to carry on about GP, it's over and done with. Sy got the spoils and good on em, he suffered em all out and got something he wanted in the end, a place to store his stuff...
Wonders aloud, who the joke is really on.
We're living for life to be the way we feel
Not living for life, but the death appeal
Who wants a cancerous boring end
When you can die from misery and following the trend?
I say "who cares anyway? who listens to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time
And if you wanna live in super market isles
And take your vacation by flying for miles
Take a day off and live in the lies
While others work and capitalize
I say "who cares anyway? who listens to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time
We're living like cockroaches in this place
Sprayed with insecticide that leaves no trace
And if we could crawl on you at night
You could be sure we'd love to bite
I say "who cares anyway? who listens to what I say? "
This song rhymes and we play it in time
I'm not living life to be...
A really cheap fucker like you, COPOUT!
Living For The Depression - Flipper
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