Post by Charlotte on Dec 8, 2018 15:30:17 GMT -5
This is for anyone who still reads and participates in this game and these forums, for anyone who checks in here from time to time, for anyone who swings by after years and some Googling, and everyone who has ever played SWRP and, before it, EOTF.
We're all grown-ups now and presumably doing some fierce grown-upping. Hopefully we're being successful at that, or at least feeling cause for optimism; hopefully we're still enjoying writing, creating, playing around, geeking out, sneaking in as much fun and wonder as humanly possible. I hope we're healthy. I hope we're glad to be around. I hope our families are as full of joy and good sparks as can be. I hope, when that joy and those good sparks are harder to come by, that we have hang-out people, let's-grab-a-coffee people, and we-can-not-talk-I-don't-mind people.
This year saw the passing of Mike 1 and Jeremy, and I wanted to say in one centralized place that creative, warm people are precious, and when we encounter them, when we are thus gifted however briefly, it means a lot. I did not know Mike 1, but he was and is in the hearts of a bunch of people here who were playing around making friends and writing Star Wars online and growing up and living their lives before me. Jeremy wrote and joked with us more recently, slew a space dragon, hid in cargo holds, and peeked in from time to time throughout his illness. They are missed.
I hang around, chatting and writing (questionable quality) fiction, because it's not always easy to find a good group of vibrant and varied people all in one spot who are willing to chuck some BS they just made up out into the crowd to see what happens. It's also not always easy to find a tidy knot of people with opinions and ideas about everything, who are so conveniently wrapped up in a fun package.
I love you guys. I couldn't single all of you out by name from over the years if I tried. Thanks to everyone who's ever tossed anything into this big, messy, weird, sometimes sticky pot.
Happy Holidays
We're all grown-ups now and presumably doing some fierce grown-upping. Hopefully we're being successful at that, or at least feeling cause for optimism; hopefully we're still enjoying writing, creating, playing around, geeking out, sneaking in as much fun and wonder as humanly possible. I hope we're healthy. I hope we're glad to be around. I hope our families are as full of joy and good sparks as can be. I hope, when that joy and those good sparks are harder to come by, that we have hang-out people, let's-grab-a-coffee people, and we-can-not-talk-I-don't-mind people.
This year saw the passing of Mike 1 and Jeremy, and I wanted to say in one centralized place that creative, warm people are precious, and when we encounter them, when we are thus gifted however briefly, it means a lot. I did not know Mike 1, but he was and is in the hearts of a bunch of people here who were playing around making friends and writing Star Wars online and growing up and living their lives before me. Jeremy wrote and joked with us more recently, slew a space dragon, hid in cargo holds, and peeked in from time to time throughout his illness. They are missed.
I hang around, chatting and writing (questionable quality) fiction, because it's not always easy to find a good group of vibrant and varied people all in one spot who are willing to chuck some BS they just made up out into the crowd to see what happens. It's also not always easy to find a tidy knot of people with opinions and ideas about everything, who are so conveniently wrapped up in a fun package.
I love you guys. I couldn't single all of you out by name from over the years if I tried. Thanks to everyone who's ever tossed anything into this big, messy, weird, sometimes sticky pot.
Happy Holidays
