h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Dragonfly, I read your note to me.

I`d like to tell you what was supposed to happen. We pretend invade - you fight back, the Cats arrive and we have a lot of amusing and witty interchanges, cheesecake gets thrown, we eventually leave for someplace else, everyone has a ball ... in other words just like it happened on two previous occasions at the Cat House and the Waterworks. Splendid stuff - everyone has a huge fun time. I told you all those things in our various OOC postings and asked you to be nice about it.

For clarity _it was not, nor was it ever intended to be like a real war_. It started to escalate when you sadly started killing us, wrecking your own place, etc, etc. At that point I made overtures to calm things down but your reaction was to ex-communicate me in such a mean-spirited way that caused me to cry my eyes out for the last few days.

I cannot but help to go - whether you realise it or not you have influence around this place which can be used for good or ill. That brings responsibility but because of the way h2g2 is you don`t have any accountibility to go with it. That is a bad deal and that influence of yours - the messages and feelings you broadcasted caused other researchers to come to my space and leave mean humourless postings there. I feel my spirit, integrity and basic-good naturedness got slagged off big-time. That was another thing that caused me to weep.

I am still very angry with you but mostly because my love of H2G2, my passion for it, my commitment to it has been destroyed .... and destroyed for no good reason. I feel that I cannot show my face because of the vitriol that has been directed at me. Because of that I feel I have to go. I would have liked to have been your friend but that is not to be. I leave you with a thought dear Mother, I noticed that you like W.H. Auden so this seems to be scarily appropriate and sums up my feelings ....

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


I will leave you with one kind thought - I want you to know that I don`t harbour you any permanent ill-will or malice. I have removed some of the things that I wrote on myspace etc that were motivated by anger and hurt. I might be back one day if the hunger returns but it probably won`t be as Red Dog - he's dead.

Red Dog

Sorry that you received more slings and arrows--not only from me(it's six am here, so it's hard to put my thoughts in words, plue-- your last post is very powerful).

I was angry at a character and not a real person. I also misunderstood the intentions of the character. But you're a human underneath it all, like anyone else. We both felt offended, and things got ugly.

One thing about my influence is that I didn't realise how much I had until now... well, no... not that quite... perhaps I mean what outreaching affects it can have... And I'm sorry it did turn out for the bad... you'll probably not get a chance to read all this, or maybe you will.

I'm VERY SORRY that you had to be upset for a few days. That's just NOT RIGHT, I may have got lost in the whole issue too much, and the only bad thing I suffered was being stressed over how to defend and protect the Musehome. I was even leaving favorite threads outside the Musehome-- ::sigh::-- I took everyone far too serious. I guess I possess a very limited sense of humor when it comes to the muses.

Finally, thank you VERY much for contacting me. I do appreciate it. That takes an emmense amount of guts. Thank you. I hope you do return to h2g2, and again, I'm very sorry that Red Dog has to disappear...



Don't Panic.

Goodbye . If someone comes up to you sometime in the future and wags his tail when you are not expecting it - be nice to him.

Woof

Ok

Dragonfly, I`m not sure which way to take your recent posting at my PoW camp thread - the one where you refer to the `crap` I`m reading. That seems to be to be a strong term and I am concerned what was behind it. If it was innocent then all well and good but I want to check - I am still sensitive to what occured in September between us and have been keeping my distance from you in the interests of harmony on h2g2.

The point I was trying to make in the thread without getting heavy about it is that we don`t believe that it is a good idea to mix godlike onmipotence with conventional fighting .... everyone bar the god gets fed up really quickly and stops posting and it stifles the gameplay. We have built an area where gods can do their own thing on h2g2 and leave the rest of us alone.

The device I used is an old HP Lovecraft one recently updated by Terry Pratchett in Small Gods if you are interested.

I was being in character.... the gods won't intervene...

it's all good.... if I feel I can't have a sense of humor about the Cat and Dog issues, I'll leave the related threads...

And thanks for coming here and adressing your concern and explaning yourself, dearheart!!!!

Thanks D. Happy now I understand - thanks for explaining. Please stay around (I enjoyed the Hermes ransom offer ).

Red

Well... I'm probably going to act very American(as I have been in that forum), and just observe and make comments. All talk and no action, what!?? hee hee hee...