Posted by Blueh

I've been here for a long time. I've seen a lot of people come and go. I've made many friends, countless enemies, and progress over the time here. I don't know what progress means, really. It can mean anything from working backwards, or working forwards. I like to look at it as working forwards. After all, all of this time here couldn't have been spent for nothing?

I remember a slow day, a new iPod and a bored little brat sifting through the many apps on the AppStore. He had gotten his iPod as a gift from his aunties that year. Everyone knew they favored him the most out of the family. More than his other cousins. It was a secret they had kept for all these years up until now. The first time he saw the Zelda-looking app he pondered on downloading it. The game only had three stars, and he was a brat after all. Only wanting the best of things. Eventually something led him to download it. Perhaps it was the nostalgia, or the fact that it had a free version. Or perhaps it was something else?

I remember a blue haired player, similar to many, spawning on the shining streets of a bustling, small town. Lost and confused. He would learn how to use his sword that day. How to shoot arrows, and to throw bombs. He wasn't the brightest of all the players. In fact, I remember him avoiding the tall grass in fear a Pokemon-like creature would spring out on him. Nevertheless, he would learn a lot as he began his journey to getting better. He would meet good friends who would teach him about codes, about gralats, and about clans. There were no guilds at the time. So he would join a small clan known as the Red Bandits. Not known to too many, not like the Hollows or GoD clan who would lash out at one another daily in Swamptown. Despite this, he would eventually join other clans and meet new friends. Some friends he still continues to know today.

I remember the first guilds. Many clans died out that day. With not enough space to hold all their members, most of the well known clans would simply fade out. The blue haired player changed his look along the way, to a much more different look. A head with white hair and a blue bandana. Certainly it wasn't the greatest looking head. Nor did it resemble the player in any way at all. But he loved that head. You can ask him why, but he doesn't know too much himself.

I remember Junior Admins. These tricky fellows weren't who you thought they were to be. Rather, bratty children trying to assume the role of staff by leading others into false belief. They would assist others into glitching off map and using their false title to justify it. Even the player had fallen for this trick, he was arrogant after all. They never did catch him once off map. Only a time where he would attempt to get off map and he would spend some time in jail. Where basically, he turned it into a nightclub room with all the other inmates. Nowadays jails are gone. Warning rooms are put in place and so was a Graal Police Department building in MoD town. Oh! Sorry, I appear to be getting ahead of myself. Anyways, this 'Junior Admin' soon became one of the player's greatest friends at that time. He eventually joined Equinox, which at the time was the #1 tower guild on Graal. It only had 300 hours. Dried dung can only be stacked so high now in this world.

I remember first joining Zanza. How most of his friends were happy to see him join. How he met so many new people that day. Yes, I believe it was June 7th 2010. The first day he had gotten out of school for summer break. And what a memorable summer it was. One of the best ones he had ever had. Despite the current leader at the time, filling in for Az, Elly and Nick he was happy with all of the people there. She would eventually leave to run her own guild and to drag her boyfriend with her. Not a single one of us seemed to care. She had given up on us like a poor leader would have. Much happier to blame us for the problems created than to help fix them. Today I use her as a model of how not to run the guild. Never would he let himself sink to that level.

I remember the guild wars. A sad day that was. To see your friends run off from you. To see the effects of power and position get to their heads. He vowed never to try to become a staff member. Not to become a monster like his friends have. Regret was a very close friend of the player's. He even helped support the player get in Zanza in the first place. They were not only just like a guild family, but like best friends and brothers. The two would always joke and have their fun together. And the player was thrilled and excited the day he became staff. Not as thrilled as he was, but for a different reason. He soon let his pride overcome him. Going around, spreading false rumors and lies to his friends. Many caught on to what he was doing. Then the time came where he would openly attack us and lash out. The battle was held at Snow Town, but things couldn't of gotten any more heated up. It was a shock for both guilds. Brother fought against brother in a brutal battle over the hard ice. Long and hard was this dance held over the dim candle light. For what minutes seemed like days lasted as both combatants fought with fierce strength against one another. With a fatal blow to the enemy flag, we won the war. But had lost many friends.

I remember Revolution, Nexus, Club Crypt. Being the first guests of honor in the VIP room of Revolution meant being Azrael's guinea pigs. By then the player was already used to being an aristocrat. As he had been most of his life. The VIP room was then later on used for when guilds had reached 1k hours. Back when 1k hours was an accomplishment. Eventually staff stopped hosting 1k parties. I suppose that signaled the end of the Golden Age of tower taking. Azrael would eventually stop playing on iClassic too. Leaving his legacy behind to a frog, and a brat in a blue bandana. Surprisingly they've held out for all this time, even after the player left for a month during Lent season. He made sure they would stand strong, and he still would try his hardest to make his friends happy in anyways he could. It's all he cares about on this game, after all.

This time on here has gone by so quickly. What's been years seems like just yesterday. Neither of us can be sure what the future may hold. Looking back makes us wonder whether we've done the right thing or not. What if I've made the wrong choices? Talked to the wrong people? Supported the wrong causes? I probably shouldn't ponder too much on the past... Now that I've told you my story. Now that I've told you everything. Tomorrow's a new story, and I've yet to begin that chapter.