Hello, my name is Charles

by on February 19, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I grew up knowing I would follow my father into the family business. I went to school and studied hard, and when I played games it was cricket or soccer or polo with other kids from the more affluent families. We were discouraged from mixing with our lessers, so I rarely played the more common games. Our families did not encourage us to volunteer for service after Yosemite. Those of us who did it, did it without our families. It was difficult.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on February 18, 2012 at 12:01 am
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When I was young, before I discovered girls, all I wanted was to be a Hellcat pilot. I grew up playing every Hellcat simulator they come up with, fighting on virtual worlds from Earth to Independence and beyond. I fought generic Asians, Khazics, and Arabs on worlds that sometimes didn’t even exist. The Hellcat was the American fighter, head and shoulders above all other designs, focused on in movies and vidcasts everywhere. The Avenger was a serious gamble. We won.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on February 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
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Cybers play games just as much, if not more, as anybody else does. Games are entertainment, and we all need that. In practice, we are often most like reenactors, many of us cooperating to play people who live in a town that a game takes place in. We are the people who make the towns feel alive, like the inhabitants are living and dying and changing while the other players are away. And we do not say the same thing every time someone comes to talk to us.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on February 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
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Many of you have celebrated Valentine’s Day this week. Many of you have not. For those of you who have, I wonder if you do something special on that day, and then do nothing the rest of the year. I wonder why you do not treat every day as Valentine’s Day. I wonder what all of our relationships would be like if we did that.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on February 15, 2012 at 12:01 am
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You know we all see things that are odd or don’t make sense. Some of us mention it, a few of us actually protest it. So why is that the moment someone else says “It’s the rules” so many people suddenly give up and say it all makes sense? What changed? How does somebody else making a rule change your own common sense? Me, I trust my own common sense a lot more than some arbitrary piece of paper written by some guy.

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