Crab Sticks

Dear Ragnarok Online,

After a long
time of suppressing the urge to embark in the world of Rune-Midgard, I finally
found the courage to log in and check what’s happened to you and my account
after leaving it stagnant for almost a couple of years. 

There’s that
familiar feeling, the curious marriage of excitement and guilt, as I click and
launch the game client. I really thought that it would mark not just the
rekindling of our love affair but also the moment that I would feel Ragnarok
Online lust again. But I was wrong. My level 99, pure Str chicksilog
Whitesmith, complete with a fine set of equipment, alongside my subordinate
array of other characters, my hefty stash of zenny, the colorful terrains, the
impressive BGM, the chance to reconnect with old gamers—all failed to evoke the
same feeling back when I was still a totoy in high school.

I can proudly
claim that even before the initial glut of today’s pRO gamer wannabes, I’m one
of your very first fans who pioneered the game. We’ve been through a lot, I
know. Remember when I got so broke and I had to top-up my LevelUp! Account? I
had nothing in my pocket but P500 that is actually meant for the exam fee for
UPCAT. I chose you instead. A memorable experience of how I let my juvenile
balls snatched my recesses for a brighter scholastic life, something that we
can both look back at and laugh about now.

Forgive me for
my perpetual absence. I will definitely miss the days back when Ragnarok Online
can still give me an orgasm. Back when I could simply say that I had a spiritual
experience with an online game as a cop-out for not doing my homework and
treating meals as optional.

Buh-bye. *sniff*

xoxo

[phiLo]