It’s disheartening to log into my Skype account, or into this Tumblr account, and to see the, once again, widespread accounts of toxicity which are now seeming to run rampant in the role-playing community. Wait - this isn’t a community. This has turned into a bog, a place where the people involved feel trapped and feel unsafe. Do you not think that the real world, with all of its politics and unsafe spots in cities, with all of its rising threats against men and women, is unsafe enough? Why must this toxicity, this concept of online bullying, shunning, of people turning on one another immaturely or otherwise, bleed into a place that had been, for the longest time, for three years for me, touted so deftly as a safe place?
As you can see, my URL has been changed. This isn’t because I simply didn’t like my old one. If you go to my old one, you’ll see a ‘hiatus’ type page has been set up.
I’ll repeat what it says here. I’m renouncing the role-play community.
This might seem stupid to you, or it might seem like it won’t do any good. But I’m tired. I’m tired of logging in and seeing people feeling unsafe. I’m tired of seeing posts where people are being assholes. Yes, assholes. I’m tired of it all. One of my best friends of three years got slammed with immaturity, with pointless and obviously uncalled for questions, when she did little more than took the place of someone who had stepped down. It made her CRY. Because people all of a sudden weren’t going to be receiving what they felt entitled to, she had to deal with the back lash of it.
She isn’t the only one. Another one of my friends has dealt with a senseless amount of plagiarism - all from the same person. Another has dealt with hatred due to being not what the rpc touts as the perfect writer. One of my best friends has wanted to open a group for the longest time - but due to the demise of the community and the POOR RECEPTION that things get, whether it’s from potential applications, jealous assholes, or the COMPETITION that having a role-play group has turned into ( seriously, people, it’s fucking online games, not a cinematic masterpiece ) – she is discouraged and feels like she shouldn’t even try.
So yeah. I’m tired. I’m tired of seeing my friends hurt by the opinions of those who don’t know how to do anything except be malicious. To log in, to see that someone else has been hurt, to see that something else has been turned toxic - you know what? It makes me ashamed to be a part of this community. That we have to make fucking public service announcements about how not to bully, how to respond to anon hate, how to make sure you stay above the line of everyone’s senseless, continuous and rising needs. It makes me ashamed that so many friends and my followers / people I follow feel like they can’t even log on safely sometimes.
So here’s what I’m doing. ( Yes, it might be stupid to you, but as you can see, I don’t really care.) Consider this announcement my renunciation of the role-playing community. I’m done. I have changed my URL, I will be overhauling my theme once again, and my other one is being permanently laid to rest. I will be joining no more groups. I am no longer open to 1x1′s unless we are already writing partners because frankly, it looks like a lot of people aren’t reliable and will backstab you, whether you’ve known them for six months or six weeks or six years. I no longer consider myself to be a part of the rpc. This is the only way I can think of to stand against what I have seen this place become, which is a cesspool of hate, of whining, of toxicity, of competition and misplaced, mal-intentioned concerns disguised as fake congratulations - and I’m finished.
My content won’t change. This isn’t exactly a graceful exit from the rpc, but this is an exit. And hopefully, people will maybe start to think before they speak - or before they bully. Before they add to the toxic environment, the racism, the hatred. If you want to unfollow me, by all means, go right ahead. The one thing I give no fucks about is my follower count.