Hello, all. My name is FatalFear. I was a(n) (hyper)active roleplayer from a little over eight years ago. The RPF was the first roleplaying app for me. It was here that I learned from the best writers (even in comparison to all the other sites and apps I've been to over the years). I started here as a 'simple' brute and left a semi-literate thinker. From then, I roamed between scattered communities with different cultures and expectations; I never did quite fit in to any of them (not like the way I felt here), but I eventually settled for the busiest place. My comfortable and joyful home is currently there, but it lacks the complexity offered here. That is why, on a whim of reminiscence, I have journeyed back to this community. I expected nothing but ashes and ruins, but I am tearfully elated to find it still inhabited. It makes me wonder if any of my old friends and masters still remained. If so, I would be ecstatic for a reunion. If not, perhaps one of you strangers could be kind enough to guide me through this town.
What is it you truly seek, lone wanderer? Will you ever feel satisfied, will you ever fill the void inside? Seems like you still don't find a place to call home, although you have settled down somewhere.