Other A Eulogy for the Sublime

Error 420

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I have a lot of posts on RPNation. Stretches back 3 or 4 years. A lot of memories. The past two years or so, I've almost exclusively been a lurker -- I fell off of RPing at some point, and it just didn't appeal to me -- just posting occasionally on a poetry thread because I've never had the drive to move it elsewhere yet crave the minute public attention it brings. I don't have strong opinions on this website. I don't have any ties or issues with its community. I am detached to the point that I'll usually only visit the site by accident while clicking on another bookmark on my internet browser, leave a poem or two, and then check back in another month or so. Not much to me, or at least not much that I had thought.

Recently, there has been a change to the website. It seems to be mere visual changes to me, who is uninitiated in web design and web hosting. There is likely a myriad of quality-of-life improvements which may, unfortunately, go unnoticed and unthanked. The people who make this site run have undoubtedly invested a respectable amount of brainpower in making it run. I would not be able to post my meagre writings here if not for their continued effort.

However, one change has been noted -- at least, noted by me. Nobody else seems to be talking about it. There's been a thread of complaints levelled against some visual changes. I take no stance on any criticisms there: I don't care about the site's visual identity so long as the fonts and spacing of my posts have been preserved legibly. I use many terrible websites daily, and this is not one of them. None of the criticisms given strike at my issue, which has caused much suffering in my life. I fear this suffering may spiral out infinitely as an unceasing cosmos of grief. Nothing which has been added has struck this nerve, only that which has been lost.

It is with the utmost respect for the RPN community and the sanctity of truth itself that I speak here. I am compelled to speak here not by petty disagreement, not by greed, not by desire, but by that respect for my fellow persons who, even if they do not realize it, suffer just as I now do. This is owed to them.

Since the Winter season of 2019, there has been a blessing upon this forum in the form of the snowfall visual effect. This seasonal addition to the site has graced many of our eyes year upon year -- consensually, at the click of a button in the style preferences menu. Small white dots would move down the screen in a pattern reminiscent of snow. To those of you unaware of this feature, it may seem as though it is a mere novelty. It is no mere novelty.

The RPNation snow effect is, in absolute fact, the nearest human expression to divinity. It is not the extreme power of the gods of old. It is not the blinding light of the Abrahamic faiths. It is not some concoction of cognition and metacognition. It simply is. It is beauty for those whom it is beautiful. It is nature brought about by man's hand, the child Mankind reunited with Mother Nature as its child. I don't portend that those who do not understand can ever understand, just as one cannot share faith. The sublime is intangible, like pixels on a screen.

In a recent change to the site, the snow effect has been made no longer accessible or, perhaps, been removed. This is a mere inconvenience to some, yes, but to humankind, it is a violation of the most natural rights given. The removal of the snow effect is a violation of beauty itself. It is like going into a library not to destroy all the books but to pluck the eyes of every reader. Even by accident or oversight, such a crime is unforgivable.

The removal of the snow effect, with no exaggeration, ruined my life. I, a working professional, have been inconsolable. I have not slept, nor eaten, nor drunk since I have learned of this heinous crime. I am a broken shell of a man. My every thought has been towards the snow effect. I feel as though I am forfeit for being a witness to this crime. I have been a silent accomplice to tragedy. I will never forgive myself.

I have already liquidated all of my financial assets and transferred them to a charity of high standing. I did so without thinking. Perhaps it was a kindness to those I leave behind -- a tying-off of loose ends. Perhaps it was some pitiful attempt at atonement -- an atonement not for myself but for humankind whose folly has allowed this tragedy to come to pass.

Further, I have sent my wife and young child to live in another place -- a place I do not know the name, so I may not follow. They now live with no internet access, so they cannot be victims of this crime. They don't know why. I didn't have the courage to tell them, nor the desire to further perpetuate my grief. I know that my darling daughter could not live such a life, and I know that I would not want her to.

The site update took the snow effect from me. It took my family from me. It even took my mind from me. However, far worse, it has taken beauty from this world. It has taken away a glimpse of existence from existence itself -- blinded the observer to the observed -- and these crimes shall echo out in eternity. I ask not for its return for the revivification of the murdered does not undo the murder. In the perpetration of this crime, the crime has demonstrated the possibility of its existence. Hope has been extinguished. No matter how many times it is relit, it is temporary. The gods are mortal. The atom decays. Everything fades away like snowflakes in the rain.
 
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The Dark Wizard

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I have a lot of posts on RPNation. Stretches back 3 or 4 years. A lot of memories. The past two years or so, I've almost exclusively been a lurker -- I fell off of RPing at some point, and it just didn't appeal to me -- just posting occasionally on a poetry thread because I've never had the drive to move it elsewhere yet crave the minute public attention it brings. I don't have strong opinions on this website. I don't have any ties or issues with its community. I am detached to the point that I'll usually only visit the site by accident while clicking on another bookmark on my internet browser, leave a poem or two, and then check back in another month or so. Not much to me, or at least not much that I had thought.

Recently, there has been a change to the website. It seems to be mere visual changes to me, who is uninitiated in web design and web hosting. There is likely a myriad of quality-of-life improvements which may, unfortunately, go unnoticed and unthanked. The people who make this site run have undoubtedly invested a respectable amount of brainpower in making it run. I would not be able to post my meagre writings here if not for their continued effort.

However, one change has been noted -- at least, noted by me. Nobody else seems to be talking about it. There's been a thread of complaints levelled against some visual changes. I take no stance on any criticisms there: I don't care about the site's visual identity so long as the fonts and spacing of my posts have been preserved legibly. I use many terrible websites daily, and this is not one of them. None of the criticisms given strike at my issue, which has caused much suffering in my life. I fear this suffering may spiral out infinitely as an unceasing cosmos of grief. Nothing which has been added has struck this nerve, only that which has been lost.

It is with the utmost respect for the RPN community and the sanctity of truth itself that I speak here. I am compelled to speak here not by petty disagreement, not by greed, not by desire, but by that respect for my fellow persons who, even if they do not realize it, suffer just as I now do. This is owed to them.

Since the Winter season of 2019, there has been a blessing upon this forum in the form of the snowfall visual effect. This seasonal addition to the site has graced many of our eyes year upon year -- consensually, at the click of a button in the style preferences menu. Small white dots would move down the screen in a pattern reminiscent of snow. To those of you unaware of this feature, it may seem as though it is a mere novelty. It is no mere novelty.

The RPNation snow effect is, in absolute fact, the nearest human expression to divinity. It is not the extreme power of the gods of old. It is not the blinding light of the Abrahamic faiths. It is not some concoction of cognition and metacognition. It simply is. It is beauty for those whom it is beautiful. It is nature brought about by man's hand, the child Mankind reunited with Mother Nature as its child. I don't portend that those who do not understand can ever understand, just as one cannot share faith. The sublime is intangible, like pixels on a screen.

In a recent change to the site, the snow effect has been made no longer accessible or, perhaps, been removed. This is a mere inconvenience to some, yes, but to humankind, it is a violation of the most natural rights given. The removal of the snow effect is a violation of beauty itself. It is like going into a library not to destroy all the books but to pluck the eyes of every reader. Even by accident or oversight, such a crime is unforgivable.

The removal of the snow effect, with no exaggeration, ruined my life. I, a working professional, have been inconsolable. I have not slept, nor eaten, nor drunk since I have learned of this heinous crime. I am a broken shell of a man. My every thought has been towards the snow effect. I feel as though I am forfeit for being a witness to this crime. I have been a silent accomplice to tragedy. I will never forgive myself.

I have already liquidated all of my financial assets and transferred them to a charity of high standing. I did so without thinking. Perhaps it was a kindness to those I leave behind -- a tying-off of loose ends. Perhaps it was some pitiful attempt at atonement -- an atonement not for myself but for humankind whose folly has allowed this tragedy to come to pass.

Further, I have sent my wife and young child to live in another place -- a place I do not know the name, so I may not follow. They now live with no internet access, so they cannot be victims of this crime. They don't know why. I didn't have the courage to tell them, nor the desire to further perpetuate my grief. I know that my darling daughter could not live such a life, and I know that I would not want her to.

The site update took the snow effect from me. It took my family from me. It even took my mind from me. However, far worse, it has taken beauty from this world. It has taken away a glimpse of existence from existence itself -- blinded the observer to the observed -- and these crimes shall echo out in eternity. I ask not for its return for the revivification of the murdered does not undo the murder. In the perpetration of this crime, the crime has demonstrated the possibility of its existence. Hope has been extinguished. No matter how many times it is relit, it is temporary. The gods are mortal. The atom decays. Everything fades away like snowflakes in the rain.

xD.

Snow was built into the previous framework, it wasn't something we ourselves added, but we can, it's not that hard to make it ourselves I think.
 

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Dear Error 420,

You are not wrong. Dark days are upon us - not many have taken conscious notice, but there has spread an apostasy upon this land. The world has plummeted into a dangerous pit of sin, yet the most harrowing detail is that no one truly comprehends the deeply rooted suffering they're enduring with every waking moment. So many people have never seen this divinity, and if you have never witnessed the light, then you can't ever comprehend anything but darkness.

I assure you that our priests and prophets have heard your plea amongst the silent cries of the agonized souls of innumerable others. We gaze upon our land - nay, the land of the world - and are moved and overwhelmed by the weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Death rides his pale horse today, and we have no one to blame but ourselves... But we acknowledge your pain.

God have mercy.
 

Jewel

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Error 420,

I hear you, but I have to respectfully disagree.

The snowflake effect is nothing less than a demonic presence in my life, straight from hell, here to deliver insidious justice to my spiritual body as recompense for the sins of my ancestors. And it will be held accountable for my death on my tombstone.

There was a day in 2019, when I first joined RPN, that I opened my computer and came face-to-face with a disaster so despicable, so inhumane, so insufferable, that I had persuaded to the belief that God had abandoned me to the callous hands of the devil. Opening RPN and being greeted with the animated snowflake effect froze my desktop. In trying to restart my computer, an electrical surge caused my CPU to explode, destroying my priceless hand-built PC in a plume of rancid smoke.

The surge apparently also blew a fuse in my electrical box downstairs, which caused a spark and set a small fire to my personal manifest (over 800 pages of literary nonfiction detailing my journey in becoming a hand-lotion connoisseur), which then set my furnace on fire. I didn't notice the fire, having gone out to find a replacement for my computer, and my house burned down (me having removed the batteries from all of my smoke detectors to power my new Sony vacuum cleaner).

I had to spend what little money I had in savings paying my neighbors not to tell my wife. She found out anyway, and filed for divorce, citing that I was a significant threat to her health and wellbeing. Also apparently she was cheating on me with the neighbor. I fought her desperately in court for custody of our BB&B membership, our Appleby's coupons, and entitlement to my life insurance-- but I lost everything. She even took the vacuum cleaner. And the government repossessed the remaining parts of my computer. I fell from grace, with none of the grace akin to gentle snow.

The beginning of 2020 I spent trying to recover-- emotionally, financially, physically, spiritually. The worst part was that I fell deeper into online roleplaying, since it was the only solace I could find in the shattered fragments of my ruined life. And RPN was the best place to indulge in my guilty pleasure. And the snow... knowing it was there... RPN was my only escape from the horrorshow that had become my reality, but even then the reminder was ever-lurking. I thought I would never see my vacuum cleaner again. I lost all passion for completing my hand-cream mega-review manuscript. I lived out of my car for a little while.

But you know what? RPN updated. And it inspired me. That I should not stay stagnant. That I, too, should update. I should remaster my life, and take control of the themes encompassing my worldly facade. I know you have faced tragedy-- and you will find no one who sympathizes greater than I do. I know everything feels hopeless. But there is hope.

Try to consider this: if I can complete my 800-page hand-creme screed, you can find a way to experience shitty pixel snow on the internet. I've gone ahead and found a Chrome extension that you can download that will add animated snowflakes to all of your cursed little website visits. I, however, will not be downloading this, for reasons prior mentioned. Stay strong (and keep your emotional laments away from the admins, I don't want them adding it back!).

Best,
 
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Dear Error 420, Jewel,

I believe we are overlooking a very, very important matter of truth here. Your emotional state is clouding your judgments! See not what you've gone through, the turmoil you've been plunged into at the hands of the Snow, but rather the in-between! The greater picture!

Like the fleeting regards from a passing comet, the binary coded Snow shall not return until it makes its divine journey around the macrocosm. It will go to the very ends of what mankind cannot fathom, befriend the gods, and make enemies with the laws of nature. It will discover the truth and watch history unfold like a pirated movie on a third-party website. Pop-up ads of celestial lies will murk its gaze, but it will not be deterred. There are no "hot single gas giants near you" that will prevent the Snow from returning to us!

By burning your belongings, your hundreds upon hundreds of lotion-themed introspections, the Snow has freed you! By leaving this life behind, the Snow has undone your mortal ties to this forsaken planet and is asking you to take it's hand, it's beautiful, sexy, slightly freezer-burnt hand into the stars. Will you continue to treat it this way? By refusing that hand of god itself? Sacrilege! There is more to this infinite turn of time, this hunk of rock floating in the cosmos than what you see in black and white!

I cannot force you to see the truth. It's a fact that deeply saddens me. Every night I go to sleep, the Snow whispers sweet nothings in my ear. We are lovers. It tells me; "Aughhuhrger. Auuuuughhhh." And I know what it means. It goes; "Shhhhhhgrrrnnng." And I understand. I understand.

As the sacred messenger of the new coming age, the Snow has wished me to convey these words of heart to you all. For some reason, it has told me not to read the message, so I will not attempt to translate for you, for you should know the meaning in your soul.

I hope that you all find peace. You do not have to worship nor reject the Snow, for it loves you either way.



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It is bright times indeed. My dark theme has been robbed of its high contrast mode dark snow, leading to my dark theme to be less dark and brooding. How will I ever recover from this lacking of dark mist beseeching my website with an eternal blanket of darkness?
 

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