this is a story that shouldn't have been mine, but due to a multitude of bad decisions made by a handful of people, here i am. this still isnt only my story, and so ill be vague to respect my friend. to start off, as ive sort of stated before, i am done with TFCRP. i will not be coming back. this was mostly due to a lack of time and motiviation to continue role-playing, but the final nail in the coffin was the story i am about to tell. i will not be as nice as they were about this becuase frankly, i am angry. i have been angry. a few months ago my friend and i were cut off (for the third time) by a person we considered our friend. we were called rude things, had hurtful things said to us, and more. to make matters worse, other people who really had no buissness being involved, also reaches out to us just to treat us as the villains, the emotionless beings full of hatred. it was a messy situation, one i should not have been dragged into as supposedly there was no problem with me. it was a situation that could have been easily solved if there was any geniune communication. but instead there was only lies and hidden problems. bottled up emotions and messy arguments. please, remember that we too have emotions. my friend is not playing the victim by expressing their hurt aoth you, and i am not the villain to stick up for them. we were hurt and we spoke up about it, that does not make us the bad guys in this story. to the ones that hurt us, you know who you are, do not come near us, do not speak to us. to the ones who did not, i have no problem with youm i still think fondly of my time in tfcrp, and though my memories are now tainted i still hold a lot of positive feeling towards the memebers of that community. if any of you would like to stop by for a chat, i am here. signing off, Kit
