GammaCavy
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Some years ago, I couldn’t begin to name how many, I first logged on to DragonFable, and it was good. There was so much to explore, so many paths and quests, tales and wonder and fun. I grew up alongside this game, and grew in the world of Lore. About two years ago now, or perhaps three, the Black Winter marked a change. Or perhaps I only noticed it then. That war was the one where I first connected to my fellow players, and faced the reality that this was not only mine, but shared with others. It was also the beginning of the end. The path DragonFable has taken since is darker, murkier, less fun for me. The Sinnocence war stressed me into a corner, and the song of the atelea was- well, the last time I logged on was the end of it. I can’t follow this path any longer. I have a slew of problems with my metal health, and somewhere along the way this ceased to be an escape, but became a stone burden. Friday, which had been my favorite day of the week because of the updates, became a day of dread, checking in just one more thing in an unending slog. So I left for a bit. Just to work things out. I didn’t think it would take me long. But the thought of returning properly fills me with dread. Rather than joy, it has become at once obligation and negative reinforcement. Interacting with all of you directly through our shared experiences holds the weight of quicksand, sucking me into a quagmire of my own mind. I remember DragonFable fondly, but for me it’s time to let go. Perhaps someday I’ll return, but after spending over a year battering my issues into order enough to recognize what I had done to myself, any return will not be swift. And so, fellow Heroes of Lore, I bid you adieu.
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