Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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Last night, I ended my LARP, my fictional world, my obsessive passtime, my simulation, my socio-political commentary, my myth cycle. I knew since Wednesday and have been randomly bursting into tears over it. The end was right, the time was right, the story was actually complete and it had proper flow. A story of stories, a meta-arc. But it's over. I've done World of Quest's End for longer than I've done anything in my life. Longer than any schooling institution, longer than any relationship, more involved and detailed than anything I have ever done. It is my single greatest creation, and it's done. I attended the last Moot, said nothing, waiting for the end under blankets. I cried before, during, and after. It was good, and right. But I will miss it, its passing saddens me. As I mentioned: it seems to be a time for endings.

I will be having a wake for all the people who have ever been involved in it. Sometime next month, probably the second or fourth Saturday.

Written On: Brother's Computer
Currently Listening: Death Cab For Cutie - Title And Registration