To the man who randomly killed me last night...

[stilgar]

I understand. I'm not sure if I forgive you, not that that would matter. However, I understand and accept why you did what you did.

There are things I want to tell you, though. First, I wanted to talk to you.

I awoke from the log-in screen of the beginnings of consciousness and was relieved to find that my little camp was safe and standing. However, I wasn't alone. As soon as you came on-screen, I knew what was going to happen. I stared at my own mortality as you walked over to me, conflicted with a thousand options, a thousand assumptions and guess, and a million pleading and angry words, but I did nothing and said nothing as you- me clinging on the last, desperate hope that you'd keep walking- plunged your blade into me. I couldn't find it in myself to say what I desperately wanted to: "Wait." I didn't want you to spare me; simply, to wait.

I wanted one last minute to wander around my camp. I knew this would be the last I'd ever seen of it. I wanted to walk around my log cabin, which I'd put such love into, one last time. I wanted to sit in my chair, look over my food savings, stand in the woods; everything that I took forgranted while I was alive filled me with such great yearning in the few seconds that you took to kill me. I wish that I could say that this that you killed me on was the land of my ancestors and that I died honorably, with a legacy, at the end of a long line of lives of loving, living, and thriving. It wasn't. I didn't. I was the first to settle this land, to break this ground; the first of my blood to explore these woods. I have no ancestors, and what few I had would hardly consider me a descendant. I deceived for this land on which I died, and, because of that, I have no ancestors to worship or learn by...

I wanted to die by the river. I wanted to ask you one last favor- one last request before you killed me, moved on, and forgot. I wanted to stand by the water that had given me life one last time before you killed me.

Most importantly, however, I wanted to tell you that I knew who you were. They say that each of us has a soul: some sort of "player" who controls our moves with keyboard and mouse and lives on as we die. That's new-fangled bullocks. That's what they teach you in the cities and feed you in the churches. What you really were was the spirit of the game.

You were what makes this land so special: the force that balances life and death, the mortality that is so prevalent and so random and can strike you down at any moment and at any time. Underneath your high level armor and you silk clothes, you were every griefer, every bear, every foodless forest, and every hungry, raging river that ever claimed a life in these lands. Outside of our homes, in the darkness that is present even in the daytime and that hides beyond our beds, our havens, and our hearths... that's where you live.

Believe me; I wish you hadn't killed me. I was angry. I watched you walk into to my cabin- my most precious cabin and to my most precious food- in the moments before I died and believe me I wanted to wring your neck and drown you in the river. I was sad and hopeless and distraught. I had put so much work in only to have it removed over the course of a few seconds. I would give anything to have that back; to wake up, spend my LP, eat some fish, stake my land, and continue forth of the great adventure of my life that you ended so pointlessly.

However, it is now that I realize that you are what makes Haven and Hearth great.

You killed me when I woke up. You killed me and I didn't have a chance. The sun was high, my cabin stood and was indifferent to my troubles. The river flowed with the same indifference- the indifference toward my life that you felt when you killed me. And I love you.

[fanit937]

10/10.

[Mvpeh]

I agree. That was a great, great read. What was he wearing? Any pictures of your camp, or co-ords?

[jordancoles]

/mantear

[Phaen]

Wow I did NOT expect a deathpost that awesome when I read the title.

Bravo.

[graal]

Really nice... thanks for the thread... : ^)

[Kurundo]

You bring great honor to your family.

[iceheart]

This, people, is how to post a death thread. Also pretty damn poetic to boot.

[Sardte]

coords?

[Arcanist]

Someone killed a poet last night. Karma will bite them in the arse.