Not to step in on your post here Jinte, but really I've been in much the same boat for the past few years. I started on FFXI on '04 as one of those filthy PS2 owners who's fault it is that the game was held back! Back then, I was a part of a group on GameFAQs, the RPGElite. They had a presence on FFXI, and I joined up with them. Sh0plifter and the crew were great. I loved hanging out with them, but they were mostly burnt out already. They were struggling to get into the exclusive endgame scene and us newbies were left to fend for ourselves at time.
Eventually my wife picked up playing a mule on that PS2 account, and I got a computer capable of gaming, so I made Pawkeshup.
As Pawk, I went out into the world, got a new LS as RPGElite crumbled. That LS subsequently folded and I decided to take it into my own hands to give people a home. I ran the OrderOfThTaru for what seemed like a long time, but in reality was not. My wife as Bratia and I ran people through ranks and quests, and we made tons of friends. I could sit here and list them all, but I doubt any here would know them. I was one of the few who stalked the forums here from our group. But their names were engraved on my heart. They were my second, highly dysfunctional family.
I also had a second line of people, my static. Back in the olden days, statics were not unheard of. People would gather a stable party to guarantee levels. Mine consisted of Muligan, Ohtar, Oosul and Waldorf. Eventually we lost Ohtar, our PLD, and replaced him with Rellinger. They became some of my closest friends on here. I miss them so dearly on the game. We did more than just level, we broke the caps together, we went through some missions, and helped one another get gear. Muligan would also lead me to a new group of friends.
CoP started the break-up of the Order, simply because after all my time helping, I wasn't getting it in return. My thanks was to watch people leave the shell for the endgame scene and return to rebuilding the shell over and over. I had another shell around this time though, TheArgonauts. Batosi ran the ship, and his sister and her husband, the aforemented Muligan, were always there. So many others, whom I'd hop on vent to chat with as we raided. We hoisted many a "relic beverage" as we tore through the content.Eventually, Batosi's quest for a relic ended when he simply couldn't deal with the drama I myself was used to: The rebuilding of the LS for people who just drifted through.
I fell in with some former shellmates of Muli, endgamers the lot of them, and spent plenty of time running with Eisengraf's shell. Eventually I ended up in Coast2Coast, a social shell that held a lot of the former hangers on of various social and endgame shells with common membership. By now my friends were lost adrift. My list was slowly growing quieter and quieter. It would be days between times seeing someone on. The leader of the shell, Shin, married and left the game. We fell apart then.
After, I fell in with Waldorf's son's LS, or one he was a part of. I don't even know its name. Bratia and I stayed there as Abyssea dawned on FFXI, and we got some gear on runs there. But when the server merge happened, we were left outside the clique. We'd always had a social LS to go to, the current one run by a sweet Texan with a huge heart. But it's never felt like home, not truly. It's a gathering of disenfranchised strangers, people without a real place to call home, who make that shell their home as best they can.
However, it isn't home.
No, my home is gone, long lost and forgotten, not even a place I could go home to. I have a few friends, dear friends, left. But they number only a handful. Gone are the days of being in a group of like-minded people, something I've felt very pointedly of late. But the biggest blow was actually last year, when my wife told me she didn't love me any longer. FFXI is just another big reminder of that, and I took a year break because of it all. I'm happier now, RL. I've moved on, found someone new. But yet I keep coming back to this game. I really don't know the why of it now. I have almost no one to see on here, most of what I want to do requires help, and I am running low on content I enjoy that I can solo.
So I know how you feel. You're a ghost of the past. You live with all these memories every time you pass by this place or that one. And you feel that the best is past, and there really isn't anywhere to go. I wish I could offer sage words and say it gets better, but even now I find that I don't try hard to befriend anyone, because I know the bitter truth. They move on. They always do. And someday, so will I. I just wonder if anyone will be there to miss me when it happens.
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Olorinus the Ludicrous wrote:
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