Post by D! on Nov 11, 2006 4:31:49 GMT -5
They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience.
--Regina Spektor, "US"
So, uh, everyone good? How're things? Oh, ook at you--you've lost weight. Did everyone watch Cyber Sunday? Good, good.
Sigh. Okay. Let's do this.
It pains me that I must admit I am leaving NAPW.
What? No. I'm not mad at you. You--you're doing fine. It's just that--uh, who? No, they're good, too. It's just that--no, no, look, I'm fine with you, too. Look. Let me get through this.
Hunh. Okay. Clean break. Let's try this from a different angle.
A year ago, a brave y--hands down. We'll do questions afterwards.
A year ago, a brave young man named Ryan Ro put up a post on a local fed's message board advertising he was starting a new e-fed. Since me and my friends always felt we'd make better writers for wrestling than the shows we were watching, we jumped at the chance. Ravager, Bruce Richards, Kyle Roberts, and D!--which was instantly a TERRIBLE name to saddle myself with--were born. Other characters like Static, Lobo, Dragon and Viking signed up, we role-played, and then Ryan wrote the whole shebang and wowed the Hell out of us. We knew we wanted to keep doing this.
Of course, me and my immediate friends had never done e-feding before... but we were experienced improvisors, so we just jumped in and started making stuff up. I created a little geek called Bill Fleming because we had no interviewer. Jago created Wayne Wright and Joey Malone because we had no proper job squad. So while Ryan got to be a genius writing the actual shows, we would start creating the rest of the universe. And this universe just took on a life beyond us. Mad genius Tim Rath snatched up Bill Fleming and by allying him with Static, blew my freakin' mind. Wright is still gleefully awful to this day, and Joey... well, Jesus. Take a look at Joey now. And those are just a few examples. Our little universe was growing sastisfyingly complete... and we came in through the ground floor. Freakin' awesome.
We got to play around with our characters, more and more. Ravager became acutely defined in his psychosis. Static started getting brillant depths of shading. D-X wrestled a bear. Coming back from the Christmas break, in order to beat the upstart Brion (ha!), I knuckled under and wrote something that was altogether longer than anything I'd ever attempted. A seven-part story called OD!SSEY. It jumped across time periods, revealed information about D!'s past that could never possibly show up... and took every spare hour I had to get it done. People loved it... then hated it... then loved it again. It won D! his second NAPW Title run. It set the precedent for the level of work I'd have to do from then on. And I'd start spending hours on these promos.
The one TEAM promo? The one that won me the CoC Title? It took me TWO DAYS to write that. TWO. DAYS.
Anyways. I'm not doing this to harp on what the old days were like--far from it. Holy Hannah, this fed still rocks. Lloyd Rees and Patty Bickle as champs? Yesss. D-X still doing their thing? Awwww yeah. Yellow Chicken, Simply Beautiful, Rex as Mr. Canada? Ths show is running amazing.
And if you've only signed up in the past two months, you've seen me do jack squat. Case in point--that last RP, Part Three, was due THREE DAYS AGO. THREE DAYS! What the Hell? So you've probably come to wonder why anyone would treat D! like a big deal.
Things have changed for me. I'm not stationing myself at my computer on my free hours anymore. I'm not neglecting people who need me now. I'm going out more and more. Allan and I have got to get this summer Fringe show written. Oh, and hey, I'm in love--and she's amazing.
What? No. I'm not saying anything about you guys, I'm saying something about me. Devin can compete just fine with a Master's Degree program and fiancée. Allan can work this with a nightmare schedule. Ryan's newly-married and look at everything he does.
But I'm trying to do everything, and I'm doing worse than slipping. I'm just not competing, and that's not fair to the people who do. Lloyd Rees deserved betetr than the showing he got, especially with the full RP schedule he employed to utterly smoke me. I'm not helping out--Bo pretty much ran the fed single-handed while Ryan was out for a few weeks, and did an amazing job, to boot. But I sure as Hell don't want to do that to anyone else.
So.
Anyways. What a year it's been--as Ryan reminded me, I was going strong for eleven months. And e-feds generally only run six months, and we've been going for a year now? Madness. I love it.
A few thoughts now:
1. It's only a matter of time before Jon Tees writes Ryan or Bo, claims to be me, and reveals the "real reason" why I quit. What a tool.
2. So, uh, yeah. What happened to the Delivery Men? I gotta write that up sometime.
3. Yes. I'm totally gay for Tylor's hot bod, and I've been living a lie, and only now can I finally admit my gay love. OH TYLOR!
4. Roast D!, will you? Do your worst! Roast that emo-boy good!
5. And anyways. What's my favourite part of last year?
See that? Life is freakin' sweet.
Okay. Gonna quietly walk out of the room, now...
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience.
--Regina Spektor, "US"
So, uh, everyone good? How're things? Oh, ook at you--you've lost weight. Did everyone watch Cyber Sunday? Good, good.
Sigh. Okay. Let's do this.
It pains me that I must admit I am leaving NAPW.
What? No. I'm not mad at you. You--you're doing fine. It's just that--uh, who? No, they're good, too. It's just that--no, no, look, I'm fine with you, too. Look. Let me get through this.
Hunh. Okay. Clean break. Let's try this from a different angle.
A year ago, a brave y--hands down. We'll do questions afterwards.
A year ago, a brave young man named Ryan Ro put up a post on a local fed's message board advertising he was starting a new e-fed. Since me and my friends always felt we'd make better writers for wrestling than the shows we were watching, we jumped at the chance. Ravager, Bruce Richards, Kyle Roberts, and D!--which was instantly a TERRIBLE name to saddle myself with--were born. Other characters like Static, Lobo, Dragon and Viking signed up, we role-played, and then Ryan wrote the whole shebang and wowed the Hell out of us. We knew we wanted to keep doing this.
Of course, me and my immediate friends had never done e-feding before... but we were experienced improvisors, so we just jumped in and started making stuff up. I created a little geek called Bill Fleming because we had no interviewer. Jago created Wayne Wright and Joey Malone because we had no proper job squad. So while Ryan got to be a genius writing the actual shows, we would start creating the rest of the universe. And this universe just took on a life beyond us. Mad genius Tim Rath snatched up Bill Fleming and by allying him with Static, blew my freakin' mind. Wright is still gleefully awful to this day, and Joey... well, Jesus. Take a look at Joey now. And those are just a few examples. Our little universe was growing sastisfyingly complete... and we came in through the ground floor. Freakin' awesome.
We got to play around with our characters, more and more. Ravager became acutely defined in his psychosis. Static started getting brillant depths of shading. D-X wrestled a bear. Coming back from the Christmas break, in order to beat the upstart Brion (ha!), I knuckled under and wrote something that was altogether longer than anything I'd ever attempted. A seven-part story called OD!SSEY. It jumped across time periods, revealed information about D!'s past that could never possibly show up... and took every spare hour I had to get it done. People loved it... then hated it... then loved it again. It won D! his second NAPW Title run. It set the precedent for the level of work I'd have to do from then on. And I'd start spending hours on these promos.
The one TEAM promo? The one that won me the CoC Title? It took me TWO DAYS to write that. TWO. DAYS.
Anyways. I'm not doing this to harp on what the old days were like--far from it. Holy Hannah, this fed still rocks. Lloyd Rees and Patty Bickle as champs? Yesss. D-X still doing their thing? Awwww yeah. Yellow Chicken, Simply Beautiful, Rex as Mr. Canada? Ths show is running amazing.
And if you've only signed up in the past two months, you've seen me do jack squat. Case in point--that last RP, Part Three, was due THREE DAYS AGO. THREE DAYS! What the Hell? So you've probably come to wonder why anyone would treat D! like a big deal.
Things have changed for me. I'm not stationing myself at my computer on my free hours anymore. I'm not neglecting people who need me now. I'm going out more and more. Allan and I have got to get this summer Fringe show written. Oh, and hey, I'm in love--and she's amazing.
What? No. I'm not saying anything about you guys, I'm saying something about me. Devin can compete just fine with a Master's Degree program and fiancée. Allan can work this with a nightmare schedule. Ryan's newly-married and look at everything he does.
But I'm trying to do everything, and I'm doing worse than slipping. I'm just not competing, and that's not fair to the people who do. Lloyd Rees deserved betetr than the showing he got, especially with the full RP schedule he employed to utterly smoke me. I'm not helping out--Bo pretty much ran the fed single-handed while Ryan was out for a few weeks, and did an amazing job, to boot. But I sure as Hell don't want to do that to anyone else.
So.
Anyways. What a year it's been--as Ryan reminded me, I was going strong for eleven months. And e-feds generally only run six months, and we've been going for a year now? Madness. I love it.
A few thoughts now:
1. It's only a matter of time before Jon Tees writes Ryan or Bo, claims to be me, and reveals the "real reason" why I quit. What a tool.
2. So, uh, yeah. What happened to the Delivery Men? I gotta write that up sometime.
3. Yes. I'm totally gay for Tylor's hot bod, and I've been living a lie, and only now can I finally admit my gay love. OH TYLOR!
4. Roast D!, will you? Do your worst! Roast that emo-boy good!
5. And anyways. What's my favourite part of last year?
See that? Life is freakin' sweet.
Okay. Gonna quietly walk out of the room, now...
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Damn it, Diego, I never got to face you and get my ass handed to me. For shame! Dah well, such is life. I wish you luck in life, love, and all of endeavors you choose to pursue. You honestly will always be one of the best RPers/writers I have ever had the pleasure of reading and you will be sorely missed.
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