The Dead Character Thread

[Snickie]

Satrap the Cynic

[Rebma]

Satrap the Cynic

Oh my goodness, no. This breaks my heart!

[*Wiro]

Satrap the Cynic

This was my favourite character of all time. I'm so sad I didn't get to meet him on my new characters, so the last time I saw him was literally five years ago.

[SumBum]

Satrap the Cynic

I didn't think this was possible!

[Rebma]

Anyone else feel a little like, if Satrap's player gave up, there's no hope for the game? Hes been a game fixture for so long.

[Snowdrop]

I have never, ever heard of Satrap before.

[*Wiro]

I have never, ever heard of Satrap before.

I think he's been asleep for several RL years lol. I'd encourage you to keep an eye out for some of his notes.

[Snowdrop]

Will do. Just wondering what day he died then now? Seems to have been a few really old characters suddenly dying recently.

[Genie]

Mona Loy Panda, died after sleeping for some RL years long and left some surprising notes behind. She'll be always missed.

[Slowness_Incarnate]

Mona Loy Panda, died after sleeping for some RL years long and left some surprising notes behind. She'll be always missed.

I know someone who might pay in cookies and icecream to see some of those!

[Optimus Christ]

Let me tell you a story...

Waking up in a town with fresh crisp mountain air, I saw a tribe. Peaceful as they were, they were ever endearing to help each other, provide for each other, reassure each other, even if they had disabilities. I thought to myself "I must be a part of this." All the while this wonderful lady, Hester, making sure needs were being met while the leader of the tribe slept. Soon after my spawn, I met thus wonderful woman. Pearl was her name, and she was exquisite. After communicating with her, we made the relationship final and was happy for a while. Fast forwarding some years later, I've made my way up slightly in the chain of the tribe, and was able to make trades on behalf of the tribe. As I travelled I gawked at the scenery around me as we drove to a major town I've heard of from others. Once there, I was amazed at all the food readily available, so I immediately started to work. Gathering and trading for what we needed, we headed back, and things were good for a while. A few years after this, the leader succumbed to the sleeping sickness and passed away, causing Hester, to sink into a deep sleep of which I can only assume is hesitation for taking over the tribe. I can remember now, that looking over the tribe, that if someone didn't step up, then we would all perish. I however planned to go sailing for a while, but again, I couldn't leave my friends and family while things were in disarray. Ultimately, I stepped up to take on the burden of tribe leader, regardless of my deformity. Soon after, more tribe members died, slept, and left. *rubs his face, as if the memory physically makes him tired* I wasn't the best leader, I tried to take care of needs, even when a good friend of mine, decided to pick up a lot of non perishable good, and starve himself to death...I remember, trying to knock him out so we could feed him, but hester found that disgraceful and made her point well known, ultimately leaving as well. *wipes the paper off and blows on it, clearing the way for the next bit of writing*

With mostly everyone leaving, I sank into a deep depression, compounded with the fact that pearl had died from years before, had made myself surely and tired. I remember I kept thinking to myself "Why did I have to step up? I'm certain that's what made people go away...Fast forwarding to a few years later, I find myself working diligently and feeding everyone the best I can. We had our UPS and downs, but altogether I was getting the hang of it. Even decided to go through with a town overhaul, which I was excited about, and while I had help from time to time from visitors, it was almost finished, just had a few more rooms to do, and to rearrange all the machines into their proper place. I can't believe it, the overhaul was almost done, and there were even a few people I connected with, made trade agreements to have food delivered and supplies. Things were good for a while. I remember remarking to myself "Wow, I did this all with no voice." Gave me a sense of accomplishment, and gave me hope that soon the town could thrive. I even worked out a method for using the radio, even though it was primitive. Taps on the radio. Of course I would have to have a note left at each town for the translations. While each time I tried to use the radio, some got the message, but others just did the tapping back. Nonetheless, it gave me hope that I could follow through with this, bringing me out of my depression. I remember the exact moment when I figured out, that not everyone is mean spirited and bad. It was the moment people would stop by and trade, and didn't seem completely disgusted by me and my disability. It felt good.

Over time, I was steadily building up the tribe again, had a few newspawns and tried my best to take care of them, which I thought I did pretty well considering. So I thought nothing of it when a group of people, two I recognized and two I didn't, came into town. Great, more trading, I'm definitely getting the hang of.... *rubs his face for a moment, before he continues writing* Well I thought people were good. I was locked away, told to hand the keys over. Everything I worked for, worked to build, all my efforts...gone to waste because some tyrants wanted control of the gold mine we had. I sank into my depression once more as I tried to get out. I have to get to my tribe, get to the radio, something, anything! Although I can't remember how I did it, I successfully fended off a few attacks from all four people, eating to keep my strength up, but even that ran out. I couldn't let them win, couldn't let down my tribe, they depended on me and I was about to be done in by some tyrants. Rage set in soon after, only wanting their heads on a pike for even daring to take over what I had spent so long to help build. I no longer cared if they were men or women, if they came through that door, I did anything I could. Choking them, hitting them, shooting them...*he exhales slowly, his hand trembling as he writes* Even then, they were four, and I was one...soon after, I had too many wound to ignore, the floor looked like it had been painted red. Slipped often when trying to pry the door open, and didn't have enough strength left soon after. All I could do was sit there in the pool and glare at them as I knew what was coming. I will admit though, some people looked around in the room and, I think were sickened by it, nonetheless, they continued, and with the final stab, and in one attempt to move, I no longer cared. Grabbed her weapon with her hand attached to it, refusing to let her look away from my face as I knew the darkness was closing in. My only regret was not being strong enough to defend my tribe, which I can only guess what they are doing to them now. Why am I writing this? Because I don't want everything I helped build, help to create, to be gone to waste. Even with my disability, I managed to create something, only to be taken away by tyrants. I will leave you this letter, will probably be forgotten, but in the event it hasn't, thank you for keeping my memory alive.

~Signed~
Michael Leventhorp, tribe leader of Dragonloft.

I wrote this in the perspective of him, because its what he would of wrote if he had more time, and to show that he wasn't a jerk like most people thought, and to share understanding.

And for those who know my characters who have noticed my inactivity lately, now you know why.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this little note. It has well been past the 4 day rule, and I didn't even mention the people who were still alive, and as far as I'm concerned, the case has been closed, because he wasn't able to call for help.

[*Wiro]

That's a beautiful story. I'm unhappy he died, one of my characters enjoyed talking to him from time to time. Thanks for sharing this.

[JsWill]

Really awesome.

[Finchington]

Asher Laven. I'm quite certain that most everyone would be glad to see her go, as she was quite a heinous bitch Real life has been getting a bit rough, and I haven't had an awful lot of time for the game. Logging into her had started to become quite a chore, so I decided it was time to throw in the towel.

[JohnnyScribble]

Asher Laven. .

Damn. My character that knows Asher would be very disappointed to see her go.