The State of the MRC Address
It has been a little over a year since I left the Macross Role-Play Community to begin with and a few months after I made a limited return to play on Path of the Phoenix.
What I am seeing and have seen makes me wonder why I even bothered to volunteer as the GM for my old squad, the SVFA-88 Cobras. Do not misunderstand me, I love the 88s and they are still MY squad. However, it is the MRC itself that does not seem worth the effort these days.
I feel that it should be re-named the MRB - the Macross Role-Play Board.
There's no community anymore. Since the implementation of Project Sandbox (an outgrowth of the problems that led to the retirement of myself and Sabre and the banning of Jester), the MRC has gone from being a community of gamers that love Macross to being a collection of private little cliques that attack anyone that doesn't toe their "party line". The MRC has become infested with a bunch of little monkeys that scrabble around trying to collect as much "power" on the boards as they can.
Hello, it's a fucking game.
In my opinion, playing on the MRC has become akin to masturbating with a cheese grater. It might be mildly amusing but is ultimately painful.
I remember a time when the General Discussion Board was interesting to read, the Staff was courteous to each other, and the players respected their GMs. I guess that makes me a dinosaur in terms of this board. Now, I see no real discussions, the Staff spends all its time drawing lines in the sand and kicking dirt into the faces of anyone who comes to close to "their territory", and the players and GMs don't respect anyone at all.
Maybe I'm just generalizing. Maybe I'm just not seeing the forest for the trees.
Or maybe I should have followed my original inclination and never come back.
One thing I can not and will not do is bury my head in the sand and pretend everything is alright.
Goodbye to the MRC.
You are dying a very slow and painful death and everyone that could put you out of your misery is too self-absorbed (with a few exceptions) to do so.
~The GM formerly known as Cobalt.
What I am seeing and have seen makes me wonder why I even bothered to volunteer as the GM for my old squad, the SVFA-88 Cobras. Do not misunderstand me, I love the 88s and they are still MY squad. However, it is the MRC itself that does not seem worth the effort these days.
I feel that it should be re-named the MRB - the Macross Role-Play Board.
There's no community anymore. Since the implementation of Project Sandbox (an outgrowth of the problems that led to the retirement of myself and Sabre and the banning of Jester), the MRC has gone from being a community of gamers that love Macross to being a collection of private little cliques that attack anyone that doesn't toe their "party line". The MRC has become infested with a bunch of little monkeys that scrabble around trying to collect as much "power" on the boards as they can.
Hello, it's a fucking game.
In my opinion, playing on the MRC has become akin to masturbating with a cheese grater. It might be mildly amusing but is ultimately painful.
I remember a time when the General Discussion Board was interesting to read, the Staff was courteous to each other, and the players respected their GMs. I guess that makes me a dinosaur in terms of this board. Now, I see no real discussions, the Staff spends all its time drawing lines in the sand and kicking dirt into the faces of anyone who comes to close to "their territory", and the players and GMs don't respect anyone at all.
Maybe I'm just generalizing. Maybe I'm just not seeing the forest for the trees.
Or maybe I should have followed my original inclination and never come back.
One thing I can not and will not do is bury my head in the sand and pretend everything is alright.
Goodbye to the MRC.
You are dying a very slow and painful death and everyone that could put you out of your misery is too self-absorbed (with a few exceptions) to do so.
~The GM formerly known as Cobalt.