Twilight of Ragnarok

I just bought my World of Warcraft Battle Chest yesterday. The day was inevitable. The constant social upheaval and the seeming inattentiveness or outright corruption of Level Up! Games' management with regards to the needs and rights of honest Philippine Ragnarok Online (pRO) players has made this day a matter of when rather than if. Add to the fact that I want to experience a better 3-D world and the hype of WoW, it's a wonder why I waited this long.

I was loyal. pRO was enjoyable for a while. Now, all that's left are memories of online friends who have already left the game and the bad taste left behind by the annual Ragnarok Philippines Championships, and I don't even participate there. pRO is empty of human life, only AI ghosts remain.

I am tired of that.

I might still play but I won't play as often as I did before or as exclusively as I did before. Definitely I won't use bots, it is beneath my dignity.

I know I will miss Prontera and Al de Baran at Christmastime and Lutie, the Eternal Christmas town and Umbala, the village hanging on the giant trees. I will miss my children, as I have realized what my characters have been to me.

And I will try to finish all the fanfic drafts that I made. They are my children too.

I love my children very much. I hope I will learn to love my real life children, if I ever have some, as much as I love the children of my soul.

All things end and this is the ending for my children in Ragnarok Online: They lived happily ever after.