Eight years. As of writing this I have been on here a mighty eight years. Boy has it been a hell of a wild ride the whole way through. I first came here as a wee little 12 year old, burning up the limited broadband usage to play shitty youtube videos at stupid a clock and hope nobody would notice. Not much has changed but at least I don't have limited broadband now. It hardly feels like eight years though, I don't think I would even recognise myself back then if I met me now.
Of course, I haven't really changed too much, I'm still an edgelord and a bit of a shitbag but at least now I'm open about it. Little 12 year old me came here and found a place where his imagination could run wild and free and happily until of course it all came crashing down by the fact that I couldn't write for shit! Seriously, I remember once saying something along the lines of not using commas because it was only the internet and didn't really matter. Boy did I need a slap or two. At least now I can go through more than two seconds without being dreadful.
Eight years ago I could barely string together a sentence, now here I am so many years down the line and boy are things different. I'm sitting comfortably atop a co-written novel, two novellas and a third piece in the works. Maybe all those years ago I had the ambition to do what I wanted but I never had the skill for it or the vision to make it anywhere near a reality. And I know for a fact I could never have done it alone, everyone I roleplayed with have improved me, helped me grow, taught me new ways to write, new characters to feel and think and grow and love and hate and laugh at. I have come so far from a boring generic character (Namely the guy who was just described as carrying any weapon he wanted), here I am years later with characters that have grown, fallen in love, formed rivalries, sparked dynasties and even spoken with gods!
Eight years ago I thought I knew what it was like to imagine a world that you wanted to see, to envision the countless thousands of possibilities of creation. Today I have been proven wrong time and time again by you. You and everyone else on here. All of you have amazed me with your talent, your dedication, your determination, your love. All of you have given a spark of yourselves into the worlds you created that I had the honour of joining in and with the characters I had the pleasure of interacting with. I have watched as demons battle with men for the fate of only a handful of souls. I have watched as entire planets are consumed by the fires of war. I have cried as characters have come up against their greatest trials and sometimes not even won, yes actual tears, don't judge. I have laughed and lived and loved a dozen times over in the last eight years through the lenses of my characters.
In the past eight years I have been a vampire lord, a god of war and a god of fire, I have been a mutant, a necromancer, a hero, an AI, an enigmatic figure with great power, a king, a beggar, a torn prince, a lover, a fighter, a dreamer. With the wonder of creations I could never even dream of, in worlds I could never have conceived of I have learnt the measure of what it truly is to write, to collaborate. It is to love, to share the simple gift of creation. That inherent part of us that wants to reach out and make something grow and something great. I have come to cherish that gift that this site provides from each and every person I meet on here. Every new character I read, every new setting I see, every wonderful adventure I experience I love even more than the last. And I know I could never in a million lifetimes even consider the wonders other people have created.
Eight years ago I was alone, a child suffering from major bullying issues and a wide number of behavioural problems. I was scared, alone, confused and perhaps most importantly rarely more than a few bad moments away from wanting to end it all. I lived in an emotionally abusive home, was told exactly who to be and what to think. I wasn't even sure about my sexuality let alone open about it. This site was the first place I truly opened up about it, the first place I began to feel comfortable with myself. I suppose Script helped a lot when he was still around, being the first real gay role model for me helped more than I think he realised.
I went through secondary school on this site. I went through college on this site. I joined and then left the Army on this site. I moved up and down and all around the country on this site. I finally cut off my abusive family and started living for myself on this site. No matter how low my life got, no matter what shithole I found myself in, I always had this site. I will always, no matter what comes to pass, remember the friends I made on here. My writing partner umademeink96, Perks, Creed, Patch even if I bug him to hell about his card games, Cole, Script, Weilacca, Jack, Rari, Applesauce, Sambea, Davien, Sif and yes, even you Sugs. I will not forget one moment of this, not one second of the time I knew each and every single one of you.
Eight years ago, I was alone. I felt empty with the world, hated everything and despised myself. Eight years later I am for the first time in my life happy. For the first time in my life I feel free to live my own life by my own rules. I am happy, I have friends, I have grown and become a writer. And it's all because of this site. From the bottom of my decrepit and ruined heart I thank each and every one of you for the wonderful adventure that is life and the wonders of growing up on Roleplaygateway. It was a better place to grow up than I could have ever hoped for. Thank you.