Another year, another...blah.
This weekend, Tournaments of Creathorne 16 marks my 15th year in the Realms. I have nothing even *remotely* packed, let alone ready. The game, as it were, has slowly been losing its allure with me for more than a few years now. From what I can see, the IC/OOC line is more skewed than ever, and the drama makes soap operas look like cartoons. The game is no longer fun. The familiar faces are all but gone, and the new faces seem so young. Most of the people I once considered my heros are no longer a part of the game.
There used to be a time when I used to look forward to the event weekends, and couldn't wait to get my car packed and be gone, off to an adventure, forgetting mundane life for a few days. Now, not so much. I *do* want to go to events, but it all seems to be the same. Different weekend, same event, just with it's name changed. Maybe I've gotten as far as I can. I've been a powerful healer and alchemist, a Baroness, a High Priestess twice, a Knight, a member of a few High Councils, an old-school, long-standing member of the Church of Chaos, a storytelling bard of sorts and in another character, a fryin' pan-weildin', elf-fetishist Ork. That sounds like enough, dunnit? I don't know. Maybe it's just some kind of funk that sets in this time of year with me now. *shrug* I don't know.
There are other things going on this weekend, besides ToC16 and the other event. Cliff (Wyld Chyld) has a band and they're doing a big show up in Orange, NH this weekend that I've been invited to. There's going to be a Beltaine Festival/celebration at A Sacred Place up in Canaan, NH this weekend. There's a cookout at Dougie's. Different things. I don't know anymore.
But knowing me, I'll probably wind up at Little Creathorne Farm again at some point, like I have for the last 14 years. And it'll be a pretty good time, like it usually is.
There used to be a time when I used to look forward to the event weekends, and couldn't wait to get my car packed and be gone, off to an adventure, forgetting mundane life for a few days. Now, not so much. I *do* want to go to events, but it all seems to be the same. Different weekend, same event, just with it's name changed. Maybe I've gotten as far as I can. I've been a powerful healer and alchemist, a Baroness, a High Priestess twice, a Knight, a member of a few High Councils, an old-school, long-standing member of the Church of Chaos, a storytelling bard of sorts and in another character, a fryin' pan-weildin', elf-fetishist Ork. That sounds like enough, dunnit? I don't know. Maybe it's just some kind of funk that sets in this time of year with me now. *shrug* I don't know.
There are other things going on this weekend, besides ToC16 and the other event. Cliff (Wyld Chyld) has a band and they're doing a big show up in Orange, NH this weekend that I've been invited to. There's going to be a Beltaine Festival/celebration at A Sacred Place up in Canaan, NH this weekend. There's a cookout at Dougie's. Different things. I don't know anymore.
But knowing me, I'll probably wind up at Little Creathorne Farm again at some point, like I have for the last 14 years. And it'll be a pretty good time, like it usually is.