I never thought I would be saying this, but the time has come for me to bid GC a fond farewell. There were 3 things that kept me here: the community, the potential to have a say in how this game was updated and improved, and plenty of free time. It has become clear that Stephen either doesn`t have time to run it properly or he just doesn`t care. Either way what was once a lively and dynamic game has stagnated and slowly withered away.
The second issue comes directly from the first. As the game has decayed, most of the veteran players who made this community so great have also drifted away. So it is with a heavy heart that I draft my `spacefed will`.
To Kushan I leave all my dangerous genetic experiments. Please take care of them as if they were your own. Oh, and make sure they get a chance to rampage in the chat every so often.
To screwball I leave my collection of rare transdimensional alcohol. If you ever return to open the bar, I`m sure they will fetch a good price.
To Pandy I leave my shiny guide`s `G`. Make sure it goes to someone who is devoted to helping educate the poor unwashed newbie masses.
To Mauradian, who always be gollum no matter how many times he changes his name, I leave a digital toupe` I once found while roaming the galaxy. Hopefully you can use it to cover that bald head of yours.
To Mompyuser I leave my vast collection of hate mail. May it bring you amusement in these dark times.
To Cannabisville I leave my entire stash of spacecrack. I`m sure you can find a good use for it.
To the remaining members of the Plunder Club, I entrust the stewardship of my fed, Universe42. After all these years, PC was till the best fed I`ve ever been a part of.
To Osama I leave my `Please don`t shoot me, I`m an innocent bystander` T shirt. Wear it as a proud sign of your hometown.
The rest of my digital posseisons are to be auctioned off. All procedes go to the retirement home for aging GC vets and space crack addicts.
Farewel all.
K
KusariOP