NationStates Jolt Archive

In the back corners of my mind I see a hallway, decorated with paintings on the wall. The hallway is dark, with some dim lights above so I can make my way though it. The floor is white and black checkerboard, and the walls a crimson red.

The paintings that line the walls are re-enactments of events I can barley recall. Battles of World War 5, pictures of the Underwater Bubble. And of course, maps of the original GODAD, of whom everyone, in including myself, used to fear. Pictures of Elves and Orcs, each glaring at each other from opposite sides of the hallway sit.

At the end of this hallway is a large wooden twin door set. I push them aside, and enter into a fabulously lit gallery. The floor is still white and black checkerboard, but this time the room is brightly lit. Statues and displays litter the chamber. There are more paintings and photos hanging on the wall in fancy frames. In the center of it all is a massive sculpture of the NS symbol. The cityscape on the island.

All around it, I see greek pillars. And statues of countless old veterans who have passed into obscurity. Damned Peoples, Drum Gods, Danya, Foe Hammer, Zoir, Sambizie, Liberty Fighters, Slaglands….Marathon.

Statues are also in the process of being completed for Melkor and Siri. They are not gone yet…but nearing their time. On a pedistal near it, sits and empty can of Pink Bunny Cola. Who knows how long its been there.

A large window in on the far side of the room. I walk over, after having the evil that is nostalgia fill me with memories. On the other side of the window lies a gigantic city square with thousands of people walking it several stories below me. They are the multitudes of Nation States. I bang on the Plexiglas window, hoping to get someone attention, as there is no door out to the city.

No door out to the world.

I bang and I bang, but no one sees me. They are too busy with their own dealings with each other. As i look, I see that they are all much younger then me. And I don't recognize any of them.

A tear rolls down my eye, as I hear a voice.

Your time has come…

I spin around, looking for the voice. In its place is a curator of the museum, dressed in a black cloak that covers even his face in shadow. His white bony hand, which holds a large golden watch, points to a space on the wall.

A space reserved for me.

“NO!” I cry, but to no avail. Hands grab me, and they drag me. I am thrown into a tiny cubical formed by part of the wall…melting back, for lack of a better term. I land on the cold ground, as I turn about. I see the wall close in, as the curator laughs, and I am enveloped in darkness. The final sound I hear is the banging of the hammer on the wall as they leave a picture of me on display for all erternity. But few visit this place, so it will remain forever to collect dust.

And I am forgotten. No legacy, no freinds to tell of me. Only the abyss can hear my screams now, as my soul is cast into oblivion known as DEATness.

:eek:
*hides in corner and whimpers*
Scary stuff, man...

*Claps*
Bravo, Bravo!
This was a great piece of literature, and scary too, what brought on this short story?

*Claps*
Bravo, Bravo!
This was a great piece of literature, and scary too, what brought on this short story?

The fact that all of your existance on NS is nothing more then a fleeting moment. The fact that the longer you stay, the less of your allies will be around to remember you after your gone. The fact that I'm seperated from all of the newer members, and that my generation of RPrs is falling into obscurity.

The fact that all of your existance on NS is nothing more then a fleeting moment. The fact that the longer you stay, the less of your allies will be around to remember you after your gone. The fact that I'm seperated from all of the newer members, and that my generation of RPrs is falling into obscurity.
All but a few of the 2002's are alive, and I see a handful of 2003's.

The fact that all of your existance on NS is nothing more then a fleeting moment. The fact that the longer you stay, the less of your allies will be around to remember you after your gone. The fact that I'm seperated from all of the newer members, and that my generation of RPrs is falling into obscurity.
Hey age, or how long you've been on NS doesn't matter to me, and the longer you stay on the more people you meet, and If your generation of RPers it fleeting you could pass on those skills, I'm willing to learn.

Hey age, or how long you've been on NS doesn't matter to me, and the longer you stay on the more people you meet, and If your generation of RPers it fleeting you could pass on those skills, I'm willing to learn.
Its like being immortal. You see all your friends and family die. The longer you stay alive the more people you see pass before your eyes.

Hey age, or how long you've been on NS doesn't matter to me, and the longer you stay on the more people you meet, and If your generation of RPers it fleeting you could pass on those skills, I'm willing to learn.

I know that. But I just...can't. I can never just "get involved" anymore. Thats what the window represented. And just that nastaliga kills by itself.

Its like being immortal. You see all your friends and family die. The longer you stay alive the more people you see pass before your eyes.

And the longer it happens, the faster it goes.

I've got no reponse to that, just that It will eventually the same will happen to me, but read my sig, and you'll see what keeps me going, it's that fact that as long as I keep doing my best at what I think is right, i'll be remebered by some one.

(My sig comes from a couple of lines in a story I read, I'll have to get the complete conversation)
Complete Conversation (from a story):

"Yeah… eight years, Ai. I'd be some pathetic detective if I hadn't realized that my best friend enjoys stargazing, especially if we lived under the same roof." Conan smiled, knowing she could see. Thanks for helping me out today… I knew about your dislike of physical contact or proximity, but I really didn't want to die of something like the cold… Sorry, Shiho.
"Every night, I try to guess which one my family's on; where they are, what they want me to do. I… I don't know. I mean, I know I have to bring the Organization down to avenge my family, but I don't know how. And other than that, what… what am I living for? It's like there's nothing for me. I feel so lost sometimes…" When I don't feel like I'm drowning, at least.

"What would you do?" she asked suddenly.

"Family or no, personal grudge or no, I'd take them out based purely on the fact that it's an illegal organization that can and will do evil; it's a good enough reason for me."

"Why, Kudo? Why do you always have to be so righteous? Why would you risk your life for those of complete strangers?" Haibara wondered, trying to understand Conan's mind.

"…just…I…It's just the right thing to do, and even if I fail, I'll be remembered."

"For fame you'd risk your life?" Ai asked incredulously.

"Truth, fame, justice, and glory." Conan corrected, smiling to himself.

" 'The paths of glory lead but to the grave', Shinichi," Ai quoted softly.

Conan paused for a moment, staring into the darkness above him before answering in a quiet voice, " 'Memento mori'."

Ai made a puzzled face. Of course she knew Latin, but what was 'memento mori' supposed to mean? " 'Remember death'?" she asked.

"The life span of a human is limited; we'll all die someday, so why not go doing what's right?" Conan asked, explaining the phrase.

Dot' try to understand the characters it would take for ever for me too explain there situation, just try to understand the hidden message and how it keeps me going.

I know that. But I just...can't. I can never just "get involved" anymore. Thats what the window represented. And just that nastaliga kills by itself.

Yeah, but you can say something that the others can't- that found the willingness to carry on. Not everyone can do that. Besides, RL nations can't always control how long their allies will stay around- just, for the most part, the life only of their own nation.

I know what you mean AO, I'm suffering from the same thing. Sucks to see all the oldies leave, but that's life. During the summer of '04 we began to see the 02's leaving, now with fewer and fewer of them left, the 03's are going to... someplace else. Ever since NationStates moved to jolt, the demise of the old players began.

I once played the RP game...I also played in General when Lighthearted RP's abounded... I am a dinosaur now... and it saddens me... I never wanted to be a "Legend"

it's that fact that as long as I keep doing my best at what I think is right, i'll be remebered by some one.

Until the last one who knew you is gone, and your name passes into obscurity. Even legends die if there are no one who exists that can remember that far back.

Yeah, but you can say something that the others can't- that found the willingness to carry on.

This made me realize something. There IS something I can do. I shall carry on for as long as NS exists, and remember those such as SLAGlands and Danya. Atlantis will never be DEATed. Although that fear of becoming obselete continues to grow...

This made me realize something. There IS something I can do. I shall carry on for as long as NS exists, and remember those such as SLAGlands and Danya. Atlantis will never be DEATed. Although that fear of becoming obselete continues to grow...

That's the spirit...and I'll be around for that long as well. Besides, you can impart your wisdom onto the younger players. There's always benefits to old age.

I bang and I bang, but no one sees me. They are too busy with their own dealings with each other. As i look, I see that they are all much younger then me. And I don't recognize any of them.
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And I am forgotten. No legacy, no freinds to tell of me. Only the abyss can hear my screams now, as my soul is cast into oblivion known as DEATness.

Very nice imagery, I have to say. As far as the "too busy" part goes, obviously some of us have seen this posting (if not others by you as well). And plenty of us newcomers to NS are older than you might think. We may not have the history and experiences that you have shared with others already gone before you. However, do not discard us just yet. Some of us here have more steadfastness and interest than you may realize. There are some who wish they had found it even sooner. I quite enjoy the experiences, acquaintances, and fun that I encounter here. I hope you continue to find others that you can connect with -even if they haven't been in NS since 2002.

Very nice imagery, I have to say. As far as the "too busy" part goes, obviously some of us have seen this posting (if not others by you as well). And plenty of us newcomers to NS are older than you might think. We may not have the history and experiences that you have shared with others already gone before you. However, do not discard us just yet. Some of us here have more steadfastness and interest than you may realize. There are some who wish they had found it even sooner. I quite enjoy the experiences, acquaintances, and fun that I encounter here. I hope you continue to find others that you can connect with -even if they haven't been in NS since 2002.

Did I say you newcomers where bad? No, don't put words in my mouth.

The whole point of the story was to summerize my feelings for this place. The way how I've been isolated from the group over time, and now that I look around, I see few that I knew before, creating a barrier. And that, like my old freinds and foes, my time will come as well.

Oh, and how nastaliga friggin sucks with no one to remember it with.

:headbang: I did not intend any disrespect or misinterpretation. I never thought you considered newcomers as bad. I recognized the barrier that you described in your opening post. I thought it was artfully portrayed. My post was simply an attempt to say that that barrier doesn't have to be permanent. Sorry if I misunderstood what you were trying to get across.

Atlantean Outcasts, on behalf of the returned nations of Nationstates, who have had an off and on relationship with this game and have tried various different attempts to roleplay and now are stuck, because they neglected their nations or felt them ideologically and strategically worthless, without their old 'shells', thank you for remembering at least some of the old empires and nations of the past. I recall several of the nations you have mentioned, even if 1800 Europe's policy of strict time zone rp kept us from ever interacting.

My own tribute:
Cannons to the left of them, cannons to the right of them, cannons in front of them volleyed and thundered, forever live the memory of the eccentrics of 1800 Europe region.
Stargates and deathrays abound, in memory of the first Dalek Empire of Skaro and its various dalek nations, along with their allies and their foes.