My name is Rock Light, DLN-001; but you probably know me better as Mega Man! My job is to fight for the innocent and the downtrodden! There are many out there who abuse those less fortunate, who make others do what they can't do for themselves... It never gets easier. Heck, it gets harder all the time, in fact. But I'll never give up! I'll fight on, for everlasting peace! [Indie / Semiselective Mega Man Classic]
So you're saying you would keep fighting Wily even if he gets away every time...? Brotha... You earn my respects.
“Thanks... It never gets any easier. And I’m not judge, jury and executioner. I can only do my job, protecting the world from Wily and others like him.”
“He can’t keep this up forever. I will hold out until he caves...whether his age catches up to him first or otherwise.”
It’s been a long ride, folks. However, it is with a heavy heart I realize that things simply aren’t working as they are.
On 2/13/15, I’m making it official. This blog, foreverlastingpeace, is closing shop.
...At this location. >w>
Heh, had you going for a sec, didn’t I?
Nah, the part of my imagination that has “become” Rock over the ~2 years here and me are joined at the hip, here. No way I’d ever cast him out.
That said, it’s precisely because of that case for this muse and all that he’s been through that I have to realize things simply are not working here as they are. I want better for Rock, and for myself.
The problem is this community. Or rather, that it shows attitudes and behaviors regularly that I cannot agree with nor conform to. (Can’t quite say if it’s “you” or “me”, it’s a bit of both yet neither. Tricky business.) And yeah, “nobody’s forcing you too”, but that does nothing to alleviate the sense of alienation always waiting for me and blue, here. I won’t name names nor allude, so you’re just taking my word on this one.
Back when I started, things were far better. Mega Man had an ongoing “theme” here of warping to different worlds and planes of reality, taking his history from continuity and bringing it to new, fantastic adventure. Ever since I decided to try and integrate myself into the “proper” Mega Man RP community, we’ve both been chained and going nowhere.
So, that’s why I’m making the move! Clean slate, soft reboot. The save file’s still there, but it’s on a spiffy new console. Total and absolute creative freedom.
BUT LET’S NOT GET HASTY, FOLKS! SOME THINGS ARE GONNA BE DIFFERENT.
I’m not taking the slightest chance of putting myself in this situation again, so bam: we’re going full-selective on this.
“Does that mean I can’t RP with you?!”
Well, if you were someone I had contact or threads with otherwise already, you’ve really got nothing to worry about! This move is a matter of taste and preference, and mine adheres to a certain standard of quality derived from effort more often than not. If I follow you over there, it means automatically that I’ll totally thread with you. That aside, I’ll answer all asks still (those with substance, not random memespam because that’s kinda killed its own appeal) but if I’m not following you, don’t set yourself up for disappointment, please. Respect my decision and I’ll respect you in turn.
“Anything different about the premise?”
Mostly same old, but a few core differences.
Bass and Blues were fun to mess around with, but ultimately, all they ever did was crack, so they’ve been jettisoned. Likewise, I’m swapping Mega Man over to being multiverse/multifandom centric, meaning crossovers will be a larger part of this. This now includes Smash Bros. as a part of his history, with his updated design. It’s a new Mega Man for new travels.
“Great, so you’re going clique now.”
Whoa, whoa, let’s not get carried away! ...I say as I put words in someone’s mouth and make myself a hypocrite! Ahem.
I’m not going private/selective, just selective. (Yeesh, god forbid. Believe me, I know that feel.) What’s the difference? Well, private blogs only interact with a set group. I’ll RP with anyone I click with! And I sure as hell don’t block anyone following just because I might not like their fandom/premise whatever; that’s a dick move, really.
“NONONO WHAAAT ABOUT X?!”
No worries, no worries, X isn’t going anywhere! --Well, for now, anyways. And I’m not talking retirement.
See, I’ve deleted a few dead blogs, freed up Emails, so I figure it’s about time he got his own place, and not just a secondary! That said, that’s still some time away. While I get ready for that, I imagine maybe in a month’s time or so, I’ll post an update to this blog for him as well as the move notice so everyone knows X is still packing, but still here, so to speak.
And of course, I’ll make sure that his new address is noted both here, there, and at Rock’s new location!
“Alright, alright. So, let’s have the new location!”
Ohoho, see, that’s not happening. c:
“...Wut.”
You heard me~! Seems counterintuitive towards maintaining traffic, doesn’t it? But no, I won’t be giving you all the new location, not yet, at least.
Here’s the skivvy, and it’s an unfortunate reality: if I just say things are different without first establishing said differences, well, they’re just not gonna stick! I mean, let’s face it, nobody’s ever gonna respect words alone. (Heck, if they did, I wouldn’t have had half as many headaches leading up to this.) The only way I can make this happen and work as intended it to cement the updated status quo.
So, bottom line, I’ve refollowed the first must-haves for getting initial, varied activity at the new place. And for the next week or so, they’ll be the only ones in the know. After that, I’ll archive this blog and post a public notice with the new blog’s address!
Now, I know many of you cleverer folk --especially those who’ve been sticking around for the past half a year or so?-- probably gonna guess the url and follow there anyway before I do that. Well hey, if you’re that determined, who am I to deny your effort? Welcome to the “beta” period, hats off to ya.
If you scrolled down to the bottom expecting a TL;DR summation, I’m afraid you’re out of luck, buck-o! ^^;; Respect for the new rules means reading them.
ONE LAST THING, THOUGH! While I’ll be migrating ongoing threads, I’ll still answer all asks received here before the archival is finalized! Don’t be shy or feel like you’re locked out! ^0^
Well, that’s that. Here’s to a bright new start, and hope to see you folks over there!
Is there anything that bothers you? I mean like an ongoing thing.
“…”
“…I shouldn’t lie. Good boys. don’t lie.”
Sigh.
“There is one thing–”
“See… Ever since I made the news and Mega Man has been a known identity throughout the world, there’s this one notion that people have to cling to with me: that I was created as a fighting robot, that I was designed for this purpose, no matter how many times I tell them the truth.”
“And…I get why they do. Believe me, it’s not hard to put together. It’s because mankind at large…doesn’t want to have to look at any robot as a person. It makes them…insecure. Uncomfortable. They made us to be tools and entertainment, a monument to their intellectual successes, just that.”
Don’t even get me started on the religious extremists who see things like me as the ultimate sin, especially in places like middle eastern countries still fighting dogmatic holdovers. They’ve caused international incidents for way less.”
“…But here’s the issue, and it really sears my wiring. That dumb belief they made up, just to hold onto that viewpoint? Dr. Light gets attacked for it. A lot.”
You know how you guys have that ‘Gawker’ site; well, every society has guys like them. Grubby, morally-bankrupt sorts who’re more than happy to stir the pot and slander people, even with all evidence to the contrary, just to serve their benefit in the end.”
I can’t tell you how many times people have tried to get him barred from speaking at places because some media mogul decided to feed a rumor that Dr. Light’s building weapons for commission, and nobody cares to actually do independent research, no, much more fun to join witch hunts, right?!”
My dad is NOT A CRIMINAL!”
…Sigh.
“Well, you did ask. I hope that satisfies your curiosity.”
Wide blue eyes of wonder fixate on the wolf woman's fluffy ears. One must remember, he was still built as a kid.
“Well look at you. I haven’t seen one of your kind in thousands of years, not since the Lunar Tribe stopped making people like you. What’s your name, dear?”
Ammy’s ears twitch, and she gives a swish of her tail at Rock’s comments about them.
“Cosplay? Oh, I can see how you would think that. Here. Let me take my true form.” Closing her eyes, she’s bathed in radiant light. Enough that every shadow shrinks away into nothing. Everything is golden and white. Until the light finally recedes.
“Woof!” Now Ammy’s just messing with the guy.
Unceremoniously being plopped back to the ground, Rock shields his eyes of the sudden brightness...before finding himself looking at a white wolf.
“...Uwaah~<3...”
-(Dog loving robot is presently mesmerized at this majestic creature; please wait warmly.)-
“Erk--! A-Ahem.” He once again manages to compose himself. No Rock, no petting the wolf-goddess-thing. She is a sapient wolf-goddess-thing. “That’s...certainly something! If I hadn’t met aliens and demons and stuff by now, I think that would’ve given me a blown circuit...”
Wide blue eyes of wonder fixate on the wolf woman's fluffy ears. One must remember, he was still built as a kid.
“Well look at you. I haven’t seen one of your kind in thousands of years, not since the Lunar Tribe stopped making people like you. What’s your name, dear?”
“Well aren’t you cute?” Personal space? Wolves don’t know what that even means. She’s going to hug that smol robot right into her big, soft chest. “Nice to meet you, Rock. I’m Okami Amaterasu, the Great Goddess of the Sun.”
“--Grf.”
Well. Apparently, he had nothing to be bashful about.
...Before. Nothing to be bashful about before. There was plenty now.
“Wht. 'Gddss'?” With some doing of robot strength against divine strength, he at least manages to angle his face back towards hers. “Phoo... S-So, the ears and tail are real? I thought it might’ve just been a cute-looking cosplay...!”
So says the five-foot boy in the plastic-looking armor.
Wide blue eyes of wonder fixate on the wolf woman's fluffy ears. One must remember, he was still built as a kid.
“Well look at you. I haven’t seen one of your kind in thousands of years, not since the Lunar Tribe stopped making people like you. What’s your name, dear?”
“You know, I just realized there’s an easy solution to all of this.”
“Wily suckered the masses into buying his narrative that one time and sending him money so he could fund his scheme. And actually unlike Anita Sarkeesian he listed his bank account number.”
Let’s just get ahold of the UN and freeze all his assets; he’d be stuck making robots out of pipes and potato batteries.”
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