I'll tell you a story, if you tell me a story.

This all happened a few years ago, so forgive the lack of information.


I had a heart attack when I saw this.

So, after getting banned from Cow RP, I played Cowed. Yeah, Cowed was pretty cool, but then I eventually got bored of it.

After maturing a bit, I decided to try out Space Station 13, again. The first time I played it, when I was about nine, I was clueless about how to play it. That's why I played Cow RP, duh. Although, I had to admit, it was even cooler than Cow RP and Cowed combined. To cut it short, I played for about two months, got promoted in the second most popular server to moderator, stressed out and had a nervous breakdown during a week of state testing, did something that was suppose to help the community but backfired because of the nervous breakdown, and was fired before I could resign.

A few weeks later, I went back to tell my story, and was received with, surprisingly, tons of notes saying how I should go back. It was an emotional experience. After thinking about it, I promised myself I would do better in my petty C# coding before I went back. So then I started to play Terraria. It was pretty fun, but less than that of Space Station 13.

I played Terraria, and began to sadden over my loss of SS13. So, I did go back. The server, going under the same, name, seemed different. I eventually found out that the source was everywhere and so the original server died... sort of. I joined the server and found myself alone on the ship. I began talking to myself again for the first time since my nervous breakdown. However, I seem to function best when talking to myself when I don't have half my sanity. Unfortunately, I did have more than half of it. I left, feeling sad and betrayed by the same community who I played with for months.

Then, I joined a "RP" server. The server did almost no role-playing and had horrible administrators. If they could even be CLOSE to the ones on Cow RP, Cowed, or SS13, I would give them a hundred cookies. So, after getting banned again...

Alright, let me explain this "ban." Unlike most people who get banned to demoted, I don't do it for abuse of any sort or misbehavior. At least I haven't since I decided to mature (in more ways than you think too *wink*). I was demoted from SS13 for a thread in which I ranted about how stressful it was to be an admin. Where did I get the idea? From a conversation we had earlier amongst the admins. My purpose was so that the players would appreciate the admins more. It didn't really work. The other time when I was banned from the Terraria server was when some other guy called an admin (who was very power-abusive might I add) a, ahem, five-lettered "b-word," if you know what I mean. All I said was something along the lines of, "Hold on, that's not fair." Next time I know is that the admin is asking permission from the head admin to ban me. In the name of liberty (and heavily influenced by visions of Braveheart flashing through my mind) I cried, "Ha! Ban me if you wish!" A player called Leo shouted, "No!" The abusive admin bans me anyway for doing no wrong other than sticking up for someone else who was protesting about power-abuse.

Now, you might think, "So? It was his fault anyway." Was it?

So what I do is that I write a formal letter of protest which, ironically, ended up in the head admin admitting to me over Hamachi (a chat/hosting software) that his server was a failure, administrators were a bit abusive with a certain verb, and, in a way, offered me an administrative position. He said something close to this: "Well, I was going to offer you admin, but you probably wouldn't want to come back anyway." The truth be told, I did want to come back, but I already told some people that I was going to make a server with them. So, to hold my honor, I relied, word for word, "Nope." Just for good sportsmanship, I give him a few pointers on how PR works and some other tricks I picked up from SS13.

After that, I decided to officially begin my own Terraria RP server. So here I am now, creating a forum for my server. I was recently checking out the rankings for posts (such as 50 posts for member, 100 posts for senior member, ect.) when I had no clue what should be considered a big number for the total number of posts. I originally planned the top rank to be 1000 posts, but that seemed too much. I remembered the Cow RP forum also had a system similar to this, so I decided to investigate. I went to Google and searched for "Cow RP Forum." To my good fortune, I had found the forum. However, when I saw that on the forums were posts that listed dates in September of 2011, I almost had a heart attack. To put it in a Cow RP-themed simile, it was like a necromancer revived Cow RP. I had expected to see it dead as a horizontal body with hovering arms and lines as an iris. So, here I am.

Now, a deal's a deal. I told you my story, so tell me yours. Why the hell ((haha, pun)) is Cow RP still alive? Oh, and a story about how you're so glad to see a grown-up version of me rather than the puny runt I was is also welcome.

Oh, side note, the "Hello and Goodbye" sections don't look as bright as I remembered it. There was a time when sunlight would rise over that area even at night and... Well, to be honest, the entire forum looks gloomy. Right, so anyways, if you put this thread back there or in the un-related category, you will hurt my feelings. So yes, this totally has something to do with Cow RP. I'd just like to know some info ABOUT COW RP. Ah, see the connection? Well, I'll stop wasting your time. Start typing.

Note: After looking at the dancing Charmander as my avatar and the Mewtwo/Savato is a douchebag sig, I just realize two things.

1) Stupid 9-years-old AD! STUPID!
2) Wtf is wrong with you! The Mewtwo is degrading!
3) How childish can you get...

Edit: Make that 11/12-years-old.

...So you used to a kid, and now you're still a kid?

No... I was a stupid kid, and now I'm a (significantly) more mature teenager who's getting his permit in December, was famed in school once for doing one of the arm restraint things to a person harassing two girls, honorable, and a respected member of the previous LLA (the second one, not the first or the current third one) community.

Hello to you to Markfoot. It's good to see you again. As far as I can remember, I don't hate you. That's always a good sign, no?

Nervous breakdown at the age of 9 or 10...you shoulda just went outside and played in the sun then came back and told everyone to fuck off. Trust me you'll feel stress free.

You say the word "mature" a lot. And you use it to refer to yourself. I think that's BS. You act the same as you did back then. The only change is that you have more crappy stories to tell about your life. No offense, but this isn't a blog where you can post your emotional and personal struggles.

Maturity is a thing that doesn't happen until you reach 121 years of age.

Cool story, bro.

Let me tell you mine in a Mad Lib. May not be accurate, but it's more entertaining than whatever!


The year is 1361.889, and America`s Blender with Iraq is History.

In his continued efforts to outdo the Admin of Iraq, His Majesty, King Smashtiger VIII, has invited some of the country`s most Omniscient Occupational Therapists to create for him a Bone fit for the most Visible of all Copy Markers: himself.

Unfortunately, His Majesty`s Holistic Bison are turning his once-Spectacular kingdom into America`s DARNEST DVD Player. In an act of desperation, Queen Darktouch has convinced a/an Spooky Dutch Tiler to Identify her husband`s beloved country with a much-needed Appendix. Only three things stand in the way of this happening: the Tiler`s easily offended Roof; a pair of Occupational Therapists who may not be who or what they seem; and the king himself.

Poke all this and some Breezy and Dutch Bananas in our Third Reich.

Great story NRG.

Anyway, a teenager is just another word for kid. Every time a kid gets a bit older, they feel a little bit more like an adult. I'm just here to remind you that you're still a youngster.

But fanfare aside, you're an alright guy dragon. Let's keep it that way.