It has been an amazing ride this year starting off with DCUO's legendary launch, then our appearance at Pax, followed by the amazing growth of our site, Suske's article being featured on World of Tanks and the list goes on. Really, over three years ago, I would have never suspected that the little phpnuke forum would have gotten THIS far. Its been fantastic to watch.
But you want to know what I, kefkah really have cherished this year? The healing of wounds in the hearts of the PreCU vets here. Last year, it was still a war. Forum fights abroad with us rallying around one another in the trenches - we fought hard to get the word out. All the while though, our hearts were wounded. Bleeding in a way from the loss of our "other selves". We were told to "get over it" and move on. And in 2011, we did.
The most active area of this site last year was the SWG forum. Nary a day passed by without a post in that section or an SWG mention in the shoutbox. Now we go days, sometimes weeks without using the word. The SWG section is accessed literally only by people on the outside looking for data.
And how did we move on? Because in 2011, we got a couple of things. First off, we got closure. The final result of the NGE travesty came down like a whisper. Closure. The PreCU people? Acknowledgement, a smirk and perhaps a few moments of celebration. Then nothing. In little more than a day, we moved on.
The second thing that helped for some here and abroad was findind another home for our electronic selves. For some, they found TOR. Not the same game or mechanics. But the same setting. And a place to regroup with comrades of old. Guilds reformed and emails went out breaking years of silence. It was as though I were watching a time lapse of a laceration knit itself back together. A faded scar where once there was bleeding.
And for those who didn't adapt to TOR - there came the promise of other homes. And that is where I, kefkah sit. In my ranger camp at the Fringe, watching the guest pass by, saying hi, tracking news and counting the sunsets. Marking each as to tell me just how close it is until the season for which my own wounds will finally heal. These, despite some dark omens, are good times. Better than the hard winter we've been through in the last few years.