Mae at Disneyland, about to cry for being stuck on the Guardians of the Galaxy ride for another two minutes, non-colorized, late September 2017. This image is used as a representation of the internal suffering of a chat ban, for educational purposes. This is the face of a criminal.
I am broken. I am lost. I am pathetic. Here is the story of my life during my half a week long chat ban.
[b]Intro
This is why I was underaged for a week:
/drumroll/
~~Some no no pet names~~
Now let's move on.
Day 1: 11.9.17
First day of my week long chat ban is coming to a close.
The day started off with a message from the Marapets Staff about how two of my pet names earned me a week long chat ban. No forums, no mail, instant messages, or even trade descriptions. Life on marapets, at the moment, is futile.
Alcyone has tagged me in a forum post. What was the tag? I do not know. The notification sits there, yearning for a click. I cannot satisfy its needs. I cannot satisfy my own needs.
Day one of seven is coming to a close. I am tired, full of Olive Garden breadsticks, and feel left out on all the fun. I am sad and full of bread.
Day 2: 11.10.17
Went to the beach today. Coming back home to a chatban, however, reminded me of the empty void in my soul. My dreams of coming home and making #quality RC topics are no more.
Shia LaBouef, I have failed you.
Today I was told by a friend that someone made a board about me. I feel popular, happy. Does this mean I am RC royalty?
The answer is no.
The cave I've found myself in is dark. I've made friends with a spider name Stephen. It is cold and damp. Stephen and I have found a mutual interest of fine cotton blends in our pillowcases.
Day 3: 11.11.17
Day three is already almost over. Is this the halfway point, or would that be four days? A brain tickler indeed.
At this point, I feel like a child put on time out. However, I am an adult player (for those who do not know; necessary information) who has invested in this game with money I have made from my adult job!
I did not know that I could be put on time out anymore. It feels as if I've been punished for being a bad kid, and I get to watch everyone play out in the yard while I watch from the inside, eating stale Goldfish. I do not smile; the snack does not smile back.
I keep checking Mara for notifications. Of what? I have no activity in this lonely, desolate reality. A single Milk Chocolate Gumball rests in my sales history.
Day 4: 11.12.17
"Staff replied at ~12th Nov 2017 16:43:
...However, given that you say you did not intend to break the rules and have apologised we have decided that your time already spent underaged is enough and we will lift your chat ban."
My sentence has halved! I am free. I bid farewell to Stephen. He has crafted a silk pillowcase for me, a gift that touches my soul in many ways. He is humble and acknowlwdges that does not compare to Ikea quality threads, however I still graciously accept his gift. I suppose, in this dark, there was light- along with mercy from the marapets.com staff.
I'd like to dedicate this blog to my wonderful community of friends that stood by me on this journey. The ones who laughed at me, said "I told you so," and sent cryptic messages of encyclopedia L, O, and L.
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