It's So Dark

[Zarsies 6795]

With gloves hands the unmasked visage of the Pumpkin Lord, Knox, sent the black gem in his hands crashing down onto an ivory rail. The phylactery of the Woe Demon shattered, purple sparks and dark fog coughing out from the shards as its glowing swiftly faded. As did the magenta glow of the eyes it belonged to. He stood tall within his mount slash disguise of ‘Mother Vae’, caked in blood from bursting out of her leathery body. The light fades out and he stared up to the ceiling, the epitome of pain coursing out from the pit where his heart belonged. But his chest felt so heavy, like it was anchored with a thousand anvils and the world tore away from him. It was beyond the blackness he delved in, it was transcendent of such voids. It was unsight. Tears streaked down his face as he murmured his last words.

 

“It’s so dark…”

 

And he fell back. From the lands he’d ravaged and thrived, both to come and before. From the friends he’d made and those he had yet to make. And from that which he had coveted and sought for so long; pain. He was free from it and he fell back. Back and back, through the floor and earth, sinking down into whatever had been awaiting him so long. But his corpse lay plainly on the rocks, under the eyes of Knox, Ulfrik, Ivanus, Crumena, Lorien, Joe, Thorvardr, Mithius, Cer’Xion, Asher, and Adorellan, even Jynx in a spiritual sense, but all lacking Hosper’s. The Demon was smote down in ruin and left to pass. His words echoed on, and will forever, in those witness.

 

“It’s so dark…”

 

Sprat was my second character, by far my favorite, and will likely always be. He was everything I wanted from myself that I was able to live out through this fake world and its phony people. He was always there, my better self. As were you all, my friends. In times of dire need with being unable to think about anything else than reliving periods of rape on repeat, being ready with a pistol already propped up against my temple, to writing in anguish inside a bathtub where I cannot find peace with an unfed appetite of days, you were always there. Sprat, my friends, and the lot of you I still don’t know. LotC was always the place to go. I loved you all and still do. I always will. I joined the ET in Asulon in hopes of furthering what I could to better provide to the common player. Fun, spontaneous RP with little cause that would make for some adventure. Then I became a builder and tried my best to make the world a more aesthetically pleasing one, one that you could never get bored of. By the start of 3.0 I was building ruins and carving out the North with Kitten (but he did a whole lot more. Kitten has almost single handedly made the North, the Fringe, and plenty of projects between and after. He’s a work horse.) I became a SM and later GM, joined the LMs, and was at my peak of storytelling and bliss. I’d dominate modreq evaluations, and spread good cheer wherever I went. But I was becoming too experienced. Too used. That lovely new GM freshness was fading and started to spoil. Tythus, Urasept, and Cappy have had the most of this. The feeling of time stretching on and LotC ever present, where RP is almost impossible among other responsibilities and everything is so bitter. But I was not alone in this decline; Sprat was there, as with you. I’d drifted along from friend group to friend group, seen so many people and things, and it was so exhausting. And so I’ve had my fill.

 

Sprat and I have been so saturated with history and built up, unexpressed, rotting feeling we just marinated in our own filth. Today I gathered what we gauged to be our best friends both IC and OOC and had a going away party. It was a mess, there was yelling and crashes, but we still got through. Everyone got their gifts, each a story of their own, and it was through. And so we came upon the last present, the present to myself. The present to Sprat. One he’s waited his whole life to get, like a boy eyeing his Birthday from eleven months prior. And he got it from his best friend Knox. My best friend Benboboy. I hope you all can forgive me for it. Suicide is far from a coward’s act, it takes immense strength to do, but Sprat and I are exceptionally weak. Neither can take their own life. And so we asked those who are stronger than us to do so and thankfully they did.

 

With the death of Sprat is the death of Zarsies and I move on. I’m formally resigning from GMship, as it turned from a hobby to a burden, and again hope you can forgive me. I intend on moving to what I do like, storytelling and events, so I’ll be sticking with the ET and LMs thanks to Menarra and Freema. I may come back to the GMs if I get over this and stop talking like this is the end, and I am pretty sure I will, but it’s just what feels right. Although this is all if I even stay at all. I’ll be a dead man walking, his life already lived and ended.

 

The very last thing I want to say is goodbye. There’s so many I’ll miss I cannot name you. We’ve been through so much together and I thank you. (I thought it’d be tacky to say this as my last words, but I like it. There’s a lot of meaning behind it and it’s sort of turned into my own little thing. I hope you don’t mind if you see it a last time… so sorry if it’s annoying.)

 

Happy RPing!

there, I said it

[Ford 1996]

((fareweelllllll friendo. ill miss you and your emo-ness or whatever the ****. have fun.))

[KarmaDelta 969]

[May the twerk be with you.]

[Wretched 2075]

The Pumpkin Lord has not wept in a very, very long time. But on the day of his friend's demise he betrayed the closest of his own beliefs, and allowed emotion to consume him. His hand bled, broken shards of the wretched phylactery pierced his gloved hand and released his crimson essence upon the stone he used to smash it. Noise, noise echoed about him, voices spoke without words, for Knox heard nothing. All he knew in those few moments was the slumped corpse of the closest thing he had to a family. And although he cried, he was happy, for he knew that few of us get to choose how we die, and his death was one around those that had meaning to him. He took the body in his arms and spoke briefly to the onlookers, but his mind lingered on the past. Somebody spoke to him but he did not hear it, instead, he would depart, void of reasoned thought.

 

In his time, Knox had seen the downfall and demise of many. Each in similar ways, but nothing could compare to the death of a friend. The conclusion of such a long and knowing life to be a single exhaled breath was a truly terrifying thing to Knox. At least, in Sprat's wake, he would leave a legacy. And so passes the demon of Woe, the ancient of subtlety, the mother of Vae. Sprat.

 

[nordicg_d 1847]

u were one of the few gms who was actually decent. cya l8r

[Geo 1415]

The little mime draped in cloth folds his arms over, leaning back into his throne of grass, rock and sleet.   Upon hearing of Sprat's demise, he thinks back to his first departure.

"The child, so brash, the face of woe.  Quick to take the world render's gifts, but too slow and too blind to cast back his gaze upon his roots and his loyalties.  The release of your soul is a relief, for none should succumb to the shackles of Iblees - you least of all, herald of mischief.  Beyond the black gates, Sprat, I will see you again, and whack you around the ear for disobeying me.  Keep the place warm for me..." 

[Alakabam 582]

I love you.

[ski_king3 0]

This is saddening. Best of luck in your ventures, bud, and excited to still work with you to a certain degree.

[TeaLulu 1783]

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[Jonificus 2741]

"I've met many people throughout my years, but Sprat belongs to a category of his own. Quite the peculiar fellow, a shame how it all ended." -An exerpt from Mithius Dalma's journal.

[Booklight12 481]

Beranabus thinks to himself one evening as he sits at his wagon shop near the cloud temple as he waits for another customer to come by.. "Hmm, I wonder what that woman is doing now.. For an elderly woman she had a fine arse.." He says with a shrug unknowning that he will never see Sprat/Vae ever again. He yawns tiredly and organizes his wares behind him "Probably off doing something fun." 

 

((So sad :( and good luck Zarsies we gonna miss you.))

[Parkins 550]

Ger'Veran would hear of the news after a few days, a look of confusion flashing onto his face for just a moment, before disappearing. He would glance toward the ghoul he brought with him to meet with this informant, shaking his head lightly to nobody in particular.

 

"We lose yet another from our allies. The demon may have wandered from the correct path, but I always saw them as an ally."

 

((Zarsies I'll miss you. Favorite staff member ever. :c ))

[Taylor 504]

Asher hangs his head as he exits the tower where Sprat's life had ended, his head hung as he glances about the outside. He begins to mutter to himself as if he was in his own little world, 

"Some may cheer and speak positively of Sprat's death, however despite that, he was a good friend and will be missed. Even if not by the kindest souls, in some eyes." 

He strides off with his newly acquired staff close to his side, as if it was something he would cherish for as long as he lives.

[Rig 17580]

Mithras wakes up in the middle of the night, shivering; his lights have gone out. "It's so dark..." He murmurs. 

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Ecthallion bows his head, shedding a single tear for this man he never knew.

 

 

(( Liked you as a GM, have fun out there!