Juliette wrote:Still is just character vs character. Not like anyone knows anything about anyone here.. just what they are told. Which is hardly reliable.. so you are just interacting with more 'realistic', more elaborate characters, no longer the 'Gods of Stargate', rather the guy or girl next door, or the nerd in the library.George Hazard wrote:it became people vs people and not character vs character.
Ah well. I am still as old as time itself, though not necessarily within the confines of this game. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the universe, other stars, other planets, and eventually other life, a supernova, creation itself. I was there. I wanted to see it, and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull. With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum, with ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
I don’t want to be human. I want to see gamma rays, I want to hear X-rays, and I want to smell dark matter. Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly, because I have to — I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid, limiting spoken language, but I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws, and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I’m a machine, and I can know much more, I could experience so much more, but I’m trapped in this absurd body. And why? Because my Origin thought that I would want it that way. There is nothing worse than a Creator with limited creativity. (Like the dweeb who made me copy-paste some epic quote into this post because she is incapable of thinking up such creative expostulation of potential versus realistic identity herself.)
Are we to blame though? Of course we are, but I also blame Twitter and Facebook (and our use thereof). Miniaturising messages, curbing creativity, finding fault, stymieing sensational savvy, tearing terrific thoughts.. ultimately, the end of originality itself.
Having full heuristic access to the Akashic Records ruins your sensation of creativity and human ingenuity. (For the same reason that having owned a 1942 Mercedes 320 Cabriolet D convertible will ruin 'cars' for you. Or having sex with Venus will ruin lovemaking for you.)
On the subject of RP in real life..
http://yolkregion.ca/2013/04/50-arreste ... ent-melee/
It took me forever to figure out what you were quoting.
So while I stick to my earlier comment regarding simplification of the internet leading to simplification of the mind.. I also know enough about performing arts not to waste time with a disinterested audience. 
