Episode 4…Times.
Another large aspect of my life is the internet, one chat room in particular.
I stumbled into Haven a few months over a year ago, when Judgment grew to be boring. Forums were “nice” (and Judgment was full of ‘em) but a chat room was faster paced and therefore “better.” Only the Forum Games on Judgment were fast enough for me, but even then I was the only player at times, so Haven was perfect for me.
When I logged on for the very first time, there were only four people on – which is nowadays very unusual, but then was the norm. All four of those people would play huge roles at different times in my life later on, as luck would have it. After a bit of slow moving typing, I decided I was going to win the hearts of every single person on there by being the sweetest girl I could be, become greatly popular, then mirror that personality into my school life. Things didn’t exactly turn out that way. At least, not following the plan.
As my life progressed, I ended up walking out a few times. Each time was for a little bit of attention, I guess, though more so for my own good – that stupid chat room was stressing me out and I could not control it much. Not to mention, come High School I started to wake up and realize how pathetic all of those people are. I stopped listening to their radio show, stopped going on their site, and once I got over the addiction I found myself to be much happier. Twice, by pure fate, I found myself to be back for another round.
Between my most recent leave and my most recent return, two new Important People were crowned. I myself was an Important Person, knowing right from the start that I might be but acting like I didn’t. When I returned from that vacation, Haven turned to Hell. I had thought this change was made several months ago, back in November, but no, it was at its all time low now. The people were totally appalling and grotesque. the Important People were overtaking the Regulars and the Newlings totally, and I found myself embarrassed to be an Important Person and expected to contribute to such barbaric mania. I wished both to lose my power so no one could fear or blame me, but I also wished to keep it so I could keep whatever hope of fixing the place I had. In the end, I’m content with staying an Important Person but acting like a Regular.
Yesterday, and Old Friend came on. Old Friends are Regulars of the chat that have been there for a particularly long time, coming before or shortly after I did. Jack had been denied Regular privlages back last April or so, and demoted to being a Newling. I can’t totally remember why, but I believe it was because he hacked in a video game, cursed at an Important Person, and not many people liked him. He was the second of countless cases in which everyone in Hell gains up on one person who made the mistake of getting on one person’s nerves.
Delighted, I named Jack a Regular, well aware that this action wouldn’t be well recieved with the other Old Friends. Many of the New Friends were glad I did, and I knew I might get in trouble, but honestly didn’t care. Sure enough, another Important Person/Old Friend, Kevin, came on and demoted Jack back to being a Regular. He then told me that I was wrong, as if I care more about how I upset a very few people than how those few people were being crazy mean to an immense ammount of other people. Which, I don’t.
I’ve watched this happen in my school. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned from Hell: isolation sets the genuinly cool people apart from the scum that think they’re cool. In other words, I never want to feel “Nerd Pride” again. Nerd boys are the lowest forms of life in the world, just as Keke Palmer states in “The Game Song”.
**”Haven” and “Jugement” as well as all other Proper Nouns are just substitutes to aid in avoiding angry mobs. “Haven” and “Hell” are one in the same – but “Hell” is “Haven” post-November 2008.
