DON’T USE THE BOSTON MARATHON AS FODDER FOR YOUR SHITTY ROLEPLAYS
DON’T JOKE ABOUT THE BOSTON MARATHON
YOU’RE NOT BEING EDGY OR CREATIVE OR CUTE OR FUNNY
PEOPLE DIED
SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT you fucking morons
Screw you. I’m not going to pretend that bad things don’t happen in the world I make up. My muse goes and does the things I can’t do. It’s not about edgy. It’s not about creative. It’s not bloody fucking ABOUT cute, or funny, or any other fucking slur you can throw.
It’s about … personally putting my desires out there — I want to be there for those people and I CAN’T. This is how I send my prayers. This is how I send my thoughts. It’s not a joke, when I integrate the real world into my roleplay worlds. Why the hell would it be a JOKE?
It’s this simple: my muse exists to ease the pain I personally cannot ease because I am only human. If you can write a roleplay about sexual abuse, if you can write a roleplay about kidnapping, about heartbreak, about war — and it not be a joke about those things — then you can bloody well write a roleplay about real world horrible events and it not be a joke.