WonkManBad

i'm sorry neo you couldnt find a return to this server. and double sorry if my actions in the past has contributed to that. youre a good person and you deserve a better outlet than this server. i wish you the best in any future endeavors you partake. triple sorry for getting you banned :(

die (in minecraft)

hey. im wonk. i played a good chunk of this server from 2019-2022. in that time i fucked with a good chunk of you here. ive been thinking here and now of the actions of mine in those three years and what i could do more and do less of. what really sticks out is what i thought was quirky, cool rp but really destructive upon other communities. and now, im here to apologize as much as i can as someone who doesnt really **** around with this server anymore. to some old sutican heads: sorry for nuking your discord. in my mind back then, it seemed like the correct course of action during the present scenarios. looking back, it wasnt. there were more options in that gray area we were in. i stripped a good bit of history from alot of players that didnt deserve to be dragged into the drama that i was in. while it wasnt just me, i take full responsibility for that. sorry to talons grotto folk: i really did **** with you guys too much. every chance i had, i was trying to make you guys lives a living hell. i cannot express how regretful i am to you guys for the shit i put you through. you guys already had so much to deal with and i kept adding onto it over and over. none of you knew until i did my little thing, and for that i am so sorry. i wish i could undo the damage ive done to yall community. nobody deserves what you guys went through. to those i angerly lashed out in rp and those i pressured into certain rp decisions: i am sorry. there is no excuse for the outburst i had you on guys. i said things and reacted in ways that i shouldntve, and that i wish i could take back. people deserve better. thats all. peace. @Bethinwonderland@PrinceJose270@mika1278@BasilTheBunny@Salvus Reborn@NotAPan@parasolsys@hemomancy@LithiumSedaisaviormeme @DukeofZufenburg and anyone else i cant find the @ to

@NotAPan@Spleen godspeed bigman

As a first and last wonk, I emerge from my retirement to say no.

+1

When can we return to the good old days of late night VC’s in Sutica Discord?

Dom, You ever just wake up in a cold sweat of nothingness in the middle of the night? Itching to do something out of fuckin’ nowhere? It happens a bit to myself from time to time. But my GOD, my mind is racing right now. I currently live in a manor of dead people, a dead family, a baseless claim of lineage’s home. The Uialben’s are dead, a side note in my racing mind. My grandfather, Terr’hi- a carbon copy of me; more on that. I’ve thought long and hard on the morality of all things life. Aos. The Void. The Soulstream? All what? Eternal mindscapes lapsed in never-ending happy tunes and joy? And it all comes down to what you believe and don’t believe. I’m currently a professor at the Coalition of Arcane Knowledge. I have very little interest in the mere subject of teaching people Arcaic beliefs, being as mine vary far from the normal dece- ****! THERE I GO AGAIN! I consistently talk about myself like I’m high and mighty within the world. ****! ****! ****! [!] A pause occurs. A sigh, as Blair continues: I have little interest in the mere aspects of my life. I consistently crave the ringing desires of my mind to ease the constancy of mind-rattling ideologies and descriptions. In this case, it’s doing something I’m good at. That’s the thing that makes me sane and ticks. Constantly. Doing…. Things… I got a student. I no longer teach Anna, your wife, or Jon- all forgotten in the past of Sutica. Nonetheless, her name is Thea. We, uh- Didn’t really meet each other on good terms. I connected her to Unsound like a ritualistic cult would with Rolando. She despises me and her sister too. Gods, her sister is fuckin’ worse than me. Thinks she so pompous and pious because she can read a ******* book. Once again, nonetheless- I have no friends or close peoples to the point I can share my mind with anymore. Hence the bird you hold, easily discarded if you don’t wish to read all this. I wouldn’t fuckin’ know if you did or didn’t. I simply just need to do something to ease my mind to sleep. - The last person in my life that I had any semblance of communication in a deep manner was Rosie. Holy shit, was that relationship a wreck. Some days, I am glad she’s dead- others, I wish I had someone to talk to. I tried with Kariv, a bit back. It nearly killed him. Hence why we don’t see each other anymore. I thought about having kids with him but was too scared to over May. I tried to spark a relationship with Nora, she hates my guts. I often think upon the pretense that I may be inherently evil. My grandfather was. Renne was. And so should I, right? It’s in the Fester blood. [!] Another pause. I get caught up in the stereotypes of life-aspects that I let my actions speak before my mind. I constantly do the first thing that comes to mind, which albeit- helps with getting shit done in short periods of time, but gods what has it made me. [!] A longer pause. I do believe I’m coming down now. This wasn’t a high or anything, just simply me trying to be a normal person for once. With all these countless peoples we see, you’d think at least one of them would have the right mindset of a normal person and not some stereotypical actor in a play. Or an animii. I do have a question for you if you’re down to answer: Do you often think about the mindsets of others? Like.. to the point where you try to discern the peoples you see as living beings or just some catalyst for a character in mind by otherworldly forces? Regardless, Lesson whatever-the-**** to leadership - Deprive yourself of humanly characteristics and embody yourself of your goal and only that. I’ll try my hand at some rest. Do enjoy the long message. Leaving note, I have a favor to ask: Keep me in line. Your definition of morality is rather one-d, but a good example I need to look towards too. I’m good, I promise myself. I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, and I’m good. Over and over. Gods, what the **** am I doing… Blair Fester, your’s truely. Stay safe out there, Blue. Blue, heh- I like that. Suits you. Hey, that rhymes. [!] The letter seemed to be transcribed from speech through magical means. At the age of a hundred-seventy seven, Blair Fester died alone of old age. She was surrounded by none but the cold stone of the ground. Her death was peaceful; within her sleep. She dies under the pretense that she was not herself, but a woman by the name of Aydreal. Blair barely remembered her life as Blair. She survived by none and her name is preceded by her only living daughter Anna Fester. if she so lives. Blair's soul was transmuted upon death, and her afterlife is unknown.

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