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It's weird feeling nostalgia for something I have no interest in returning to.

I used to post on message boards at GameFAQs.com a lot. Enough to become a mod, to show up in fan fics (where I had a surprising streak of not dying), to make friends online and in real life, and to waste a good chunk of my late teens through mid-twenties. At some point, I even began to sometimes think of myself (in mental self-referential address) by the initials of my main handle, 'Bastard Knight'. That online life lasted almost 8 years, but then (finally) I got bored, so I left.

I had promised myself sometime prior, I would never make a thread about leaving. Those always annoyed me. If I left, I would just get the fuck out. My final topic was, "You are boring," where I offered to probably not tell anyone who posted in the topic how mind numbingly uninteresting they had become. No one took it as an insult, because I insulted people there all the time.

Anyway, today, I was trying to remember something from back then. So I did a quick search online, and found some archives of old forum detritus. I don't miss being there at all: refreshing every couple of minutes, staying up all night to argue inanities, watching over boards and posters as a mod, eventually being disconnected from it all, but behaviourally addicted. But, just now, I sort of miss the time when it was fun, and (to a lesser extent) the now irrellevant format of the old Internet.

Apparently, there were rumours that I had died after my absence was noted, as well as an abortive, faux screenplay written about users searching for my online persona. It didn't get so far as them discovering my corpse or anything, though, so I guess I remain immortal in GameFAQs related fanfiction. That's something.

>_>

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