I think it’s time for me to pull up roots.
I’m not feeling it anymore. I haven’t been for a long time, at least six months now.
Babbage has changed. Babbage is always changing. So have I, and so am I.
Many friends I’ve known have gone or just don’t come around anymore. Many plots I’ve been involved in have been really great; others have wilted or have been killed or slapped down so hard that it makes me timid to even start something these days.
When I first came to Babbage, I was itching to find a place where I could roleplay with new people and new ideas. These days, my real life is full with three tabletop roleplay groups.
And, while I finally figured out how to put a not-half-bad building together, I guess I’m just not a builder.
Nothing in a virtual environment has ever felt like a real place like Babbage has for me. It *is* a real place, a real community, because everyone contributes and everyone leaves their mark in some way.
I received an odd reception during my first time in town, unbeknownst to me mostly because I resembled Ashiko Kuroe, the Bunny Bomber, who had just been wreaking havoc. Some people I met had not had good experiences with furries, or had never had experiences with furries.
Since then, everyone has been accepting and friendly in ways that make me proud to be a Babbager.
I hope that I’ve proven over time that, whatever you can say about furries, we’re just like everyone else.
I have a strong feeling that this is only temporary, but I don’t know when I’ll be back.
Until then, please feel more than free to include Gilhooly in your stories, hopping about the rooftops and scrounging for that leftover half-a-tater.
If you want to contact me, use the email address: anthrobunny at gmail dot com
I will be getting rid of my lots:
– Port Babbage #10, currently the Savory Java Arms
– Academy of Industry #25, currently the CocoaJava Cafe
– Academy of Industry #32, a small prim farm associated with the CocoaJava Cafe plot
Let me know if you’d like one of them and we can do a transfer.