Edit: Kuileen and her fellow god-modders must have complained (by using their vampiric powers) and my post was removed, additionally, I was banned until tomorrow evening (o noes). No worries, I had no intention to make any further posts in the next few days anyway. Either way, the relationship was, sort of, restored thanks to the statement I tend to think.

I would like to use this opportunity to make a note that guilds have been known to implode for this very reason. However, the Circle of Vidomi lives on.

This is what you get for trusting people. From a post on the World of Warcraft forums regarding a misfortunate turn of events. Here it is, copy-pasted for your convenience:

Let me start with some background information regarding why I, on the behalf of the Circle even bother with this. As some of you probably know by now, the Circle of Vidomi is a role-playing guild (we dare call ourselves that) based on Nairuil’s insanity, which makes her believe she’s seen a certain Goddess in a vision and follow her way. She managed to gather several followers, i.e. the Circle.

At some point, a certain human joined the Circle after having lost her memory, Rayanne, who used to be with the Old Town gang or so I believe. Sidarta (”Sid”) was obviously not happy with it, and basically said the Circle was brainwashing Rayanne.

I personally would like to state that Old Town was a guild I’ve always looked up to from my early days in Moonglade and even now. When Sid contacted me, even though it was hostile IC, I was absolutely ecstatic and thought to myself that perhaps now our small and upcoming guild will finally gain its place among the category of “good well established roleplaying guilds”.

I managed to eventually schedule a time, Sunday the 25th of November 2007 at 19:30 CET in Gurubashi Arena. Sid brought his folks, I brought Saif and Rayanne, and eventually Kuileen joined as well, prowling her way into the arena.

It went great for a while, we had some great RP, eventually, we were defeated (obviously, being outnumbered) and Rayanne was kidnapped.

And so Saif, Kuileen and I were faced with the task of finding Rayanne. Where do we even start looking? We have no idea - in character that is. It was very clear to us that she was in the Arathi Highlands, as /who unambiguously stated, though of course, in-character we had no idea. We went from Booty Bay to Stormwind attempting to find leads until all of a sudden, Kuileen comes up with a great genius way to spot Kuileen, “I got information”. “Great,” I thought to myself, “she must have tortured one of them, or maybe she has connections? She wouldn’t say much yet besides “Arathi Highlands.” I made the mistake of trusting her not questioning her sources too much.

Stupidly enough, I trusted Kuileen not to god-mod her way through this whole encounter. It didn’t even occur to me she did that until out of the blue I realize that the group of stranger I found myself in a raid group with found them.

“Great! Seems like she knows her way around.” But then I had that sneaky suspicion, “wait, how do we know where to go?”

Apparently, a certain person, whose name I will not discuss here has magical powers. He can sense people’s “energy” to know where they are. Strangely enough, I don’t think they have it in their spellbook - guess what, we have a word for that, god-modding.

I tried to stop them, but it was too late, Sid already realized he was spotted by a group of strangers who aren’t even supposed to recognize him, and suddenly, a person whose great achievements I appreciated so much tells me, more or less: “I don’t want to have anything to do with you guys.”

I understand why he was angry, and as a result, I on the behalf of the Circle of Vidomi wish to express the following in hopes of continuing to roleplay with Sidarta and the Old Town gang in the future.
We express the following:

1. The Circle of Vidomi does not agree with “god-modders”, and does not wish to be associated with them or have them in the guild. Saif and I, Nairuil would have stopped this horrible unfortunate turn of events if only Kuileen had properly informed us.

2. One must be more picky as to the sort of people the guild accepts. Although Kuileen seemed to have been a good and “contributing” member, we were wrong, and we need not have put our trust in her and questioned her way of receiving information.

3. Kuileen was kicked out of the Circle of Vidomi for her poor roleplaying etiquette. We do not wish to have anything with her. She will stay out of the guild for what is probably forever. She has been dishonorably discharged.

4. The Circle of Vidomi apologizes for one of its (now dishonorably discharged) members’ dreadful behavior and she was dishonorably discharged. The Circle apologizes to Sidarta of Old Town, the Old Town guild as a whole and any other participants affected by this player’s misconduct.

5. The Circle of Vidomi will do everything in its power to prevent subsequent events and miscommunication of this nature in the future.

Again, I personally would like to apologize for this, I should probably take matters into my own hands a little more.

Sincerely,
Adi Ron
“Nairuil Cloudweaver” on the behalf of The Circle of Vidomi.

Now, why am I angry? Why do I even bother?

Seems like this is what you get for putting some trust is people. They screw you back, not necessarily because they want to, but because they have stupid friends and/or they’re retards. What the fuck was Kuileen thinking when she got us into this crappy situation?

I’ve been working on this concept for months, and now, that it’s finally somewhere near up and running, Kuileen messes things up.

You know what, I wonder if the circle will ever shake its bad name after this one. It could very well mean that nobody in the serious roleplaying community would want to talk to us - ergo, I’m stuck with stupid dragons vampires and for heavens’ sake maybe even worse.

I don’t know what to do, should I give up? Maybe so.

I can’t ditch the ship as it starts to sink, the captain, i.e. me, has to go down with the ship. It’s inevitable, I’m afraid, but for now, the guild goes on.

I can only hope that the RP community will ever forgive the circle.

“Trust no one!”

Strange. All of a sudden Gary decided to contact me. Not even in prose, mind you, directly quoting what he wrote to me:

“I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.”
-William Shakespeare

Knowing him (more or less) I can imagine he meant 90% of it, and the rest might be just residue. The implications of me even getting it are as follows in this blog post.

I know I should be working on math, but this is very important.

1. He’s not dead.

Whether or not he’s willing to talk to me, he’s at least alive. Knowing he is at least set my mind of that worrying thought.

2. He feels obligated to at least tell me something

It does appear that he doesn’t want to just let me think what I want to think and pretend he’s dead or something like that. He at least wants me to know he’s alive, and hopefully fine.

3. He could be ambivalent about the whole thing

Perhaps I wasn’t the only one who thought we hit something off. Perhaps so did he, maybe it’s just something else. Who knows.

4. He doesn’t want to talk to me now

Perhaps the most puzzling aspect of this. He doesn’t seem to want me to contact him, and is very determined to keep doing so. Am I the only one? Who knows. Hopefully not.

5. Maybe, hope?

Who knows. Still one question haunts me, why? Why me, why him, why now, why at all? Was it something I said? Is it something he’s going through? Plenty of questions, perhaps to remain unanswered.

But why, we hit something off, I don’t see why you have to just go like that all of a sudden - we can work it out, I’m sure. Please, Gary.

I have come to a conclusion that I’m simply afraid of anything that yields face-to-face consequences. I can’t help it.

The problem seems to be that anything that could yield a face-to-face consquence, i.e. someone I know in “real life” changing their attitude towards me, scares me shitless. Consequentially, I’m stuck unable to interact with some people. When asked, I’ll say everything’s fine. “I’m doing alright, don’t worry about me” - but really, am I?

My blog is read. That’s for fact. By the wrong (maybe) people, and thus, it yields face-to-face consequences which I’m very often unable to deal with.

Today I skipped school, I couldn’t help it. In a dream I’ve had last night, I was receiving a phone call from a certain person, whom I shall name Gary. Gary disappeared a while ago, no phone calls, no emails, no messages, his profile was deleted (actively by him, as it hasn’t been 90 days since his disappearance) - when I try to call him I get his answering machine after about four rings. I never met him in person, never went on a date, nothing. Nothing works, I don’t know where he is.  Disappeared, vanished into thin air. So the dream starts with my cell phone ringing, I pick it up still in bed, while staring at the ceiling. It’s him, I can’t see the name though on the caller ID, it’s blurry without my glasses.

No hello, no nothing. He starts yelling at me over the phone. I, being half asleep at that point, am not able to respond. I interject some approving groans and that seems to appease him, and so he moves to the next point. Great, I don’t know what you’re saying anyway.

At some point, I get tired of listening to him saying “look, I’m tired” and hanging up. He seemed upset over the phone, and soon enough, I regret having hung up on him and resolve that I should give up. Gary doesn’t call back, and I break into tears with regret and fall back to sleep.

I woke up at around 10:00. I decided I can’t go to school today, and that I have to sort things out between myself about this whole thing, it’s too important for me to just leave it like that.

A friend of mine from WoW insisted that he doesn’t want to hear about my dreams, for some reason. Maybe it’s because I suggested that he was flirting with me when he called me “furball”, but seriously, you have to admit it would make sense.

Moruku on the other hand was most helpful, though I simply couldn’t formulate it at that point, so we ended up not talking about it.

Something occured to me, was I really dreaming? I checked my call log, and Gary’s number doesn’t seem to show up. Looks like I was just dreaming after all.

Come back, Gary, please. I need you to at least tell me you’re fine, I’m worried about you.