Nixxi | Tagline Unnecessary.

One of the things I thought I left in Davao was my Ragnarok habit. Well, internet isn’t really that fast here but I found a way to download the massive client and go back to playing. Around March or February, we started in RebirthRO’s Tyr, we preferred the server since it was like pRO’s drop rates and the community was small and we thought we could spread our weight around. So began the early days of The Whitebeards guild (don’t ask me why that’s our name because I don’t know either), about a dozen of brand new players.

Now, to say that the international players didn’t like us would be an understatement. They hated our guts and basically cried out to the Game Masters that we were a bunch of insulting, harassing and majorly fucked up players. Oh, and then they threw money at the GM and demanded that they kick us out because they want to keep their tiny incestuous community that way. So the first wave of ban came and boom, there goes my Nixxi, among other guild mate accounts.

You have to understand, we came from pRO where trashtalking is a norm, it’s like a way of life there, we just don’t take taunts seriously because its just talk, we have lives, most importantly, social lives to speak of and that only made the game even more interesting. Who would want to engage in a duel when you politely ask, “Can I duel you please?”. How effective is that compared to “Hey n00b, I want to wipe the floor with your face… @accept.”. Besides, they were a bunch of Paypal-abusing ‘tards who would rather buy game credits than breathe fresh air outside their house.

Needless to say, they didn’t get rid of us that easy. That would be contradicting to our resiliency and principles. So, we regrouped and created new accounts and leveled, stuck to their arbitrary rules. Then some old players gave us a chance and found out that we’re not really that bad, as far as human beings go, we’re pretty decent. Then an alliance with them was formed, and suddenly, The Whitebeards was thrust into major WOE spotlight.

But all that was well didn’t end well. Drama has this habit of following us around. A player with haxed stats and god-equips came to our much-defended castle and singlehandedly broke our emp. We complained of course, demanded justice. It was served in a half-assed way that the player was banned but our castle economy was never returned back. I then created a thread on the server forums that was very vocal about fairness and how the GMs could do their jobs better, and that thread was immediately deleted after a bunch of nonsense retorts by GM Ember. Which struck me as odd because I don’t remember using words that could earn me a deleted thread, it was all clean, lucid and coherent points on how the server could be better. Took me a while to get their own point, they didn’t want to be criticized.

But we sucked it up and just went on with our virtual lives. I created a new High Priest (always my favorite class) named Sobriety and dabbled with Whitesmith-ing with Cache, then brewed up a storm with Beer and her pet Booze. Then without warning, Bytes, the unofficial Whitebeards café, got an IP ban. This means that all players who ever logged in at Bytes received a ban, along with the IP. What happened? Paypal chargeback.

And all hell broke loose. I said, WTF, we don’t even have Paypal accounts. What allowances we have go to café time, food and the more-than occasional beer, we don’t see the point of paying for something we can get for free (common sense), but this nailed the coffin even more. Basically saying we don’t donate to the server would give even more cause to the owner and GMs not to mind our predicament because it is after all, their source of income. We don’t buy credits using Paypal, we buy them using zeny. This happened about 2 weeks ago. And those who were banned created accounts again. Restarted with equips, zeny, everything. I was unaffected with the second wave of ban since I’m in Dumaguete but I felt suddenly alone in a server where all I had to do before was go to Hugel and chill with guild mates.

I thought we could survive it this time but after a while, our attention waned and conspiracy theories started flying about. So I say, fuck it, I’m tired of standing up to The Man and yet we get screwed over again, I’m tired of being the mediator to an oppressed, largely misunderstood guild.  It also doesnt help that my guild mates couldnt give a damn about what I do, what effort goes into getting ideas and opinions across. But largely its because I hate the idea that GMs can be bought, anyone that rocks the boat, be a challenge, or shakes things up will be spit out by the system. I cheer for the underdog and it disturbs me to no end, keeps me up at night which will be a fiasco for me, I need all the sleep I can get.

So I posted my farewells at the damn forums already, my closing words to this whole debacle was an afterthought to where the drama all started. Besides, its sooo, well, me.

Trashtalking is a skill. If you cant stand it, or it hits too close to home, go cry to your momma, wipe your snot on her sleeve.