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All the Cbers and Adimins where in the woods, in a cabin, huddled around the fire. One cber, with pink glittery hair looked out the window. Snow was falling, covering the trees in a white blanket. She sighed, and looked back to the fire.
From the loft, Æs and Capatchas thundered down the stairs. They joined their counterparts around the fire. They joined conversations. And then one big discussion began.
"I miss the CBers who left," the Pink glittery haired one said.
"We all do." The Cbers all nodded in agreement. " I feel, after the Æ war... Some just got diconnected."
The Cbers stiffened at the words spoken of the war,months ago.
"Please don't mention that time," St.Owl said, sitting taller.
"Why not? It happened. Why not talk about it. If the new Cbers never know, how can they prevent one after we are gone?"
St.Owl sighed and began. " Remember the Statues?"
All the Cbers murmured at the mention of the Statues, the marble carvings of every Cber that where destroyed during the fire."
"Fire?" one of the new CBers asked. "What fire?"
"One of the main buildings in the City was destroyed during the War. It was a big half circle, three stories high. Once you made a post o thread, as the Adimins approved it you got a statue. The statues where where the Cbers could be remembered after they left. Or idolized. The Æs didn't like that they didn't have statues. Now they do, of course."
The door of the cabin swept open and a figure entered. Her cloak was an ombré of pink to purple to a deep blue. She was not human, nor animal. Her ears where a point but white furred with pale insides. One brown eye was in her right eye socket. A blue in her left. A white tail swept down behind her. She was taller than a human, she was like a more feline version of the Na'Vi.
"Not all of us are gone forever," she began, leaping with inhuman speed to the stair railing. There she perched. "I said I would pop by."
More Cbers of the Past entered the cabin. Ton, Winter, Red, JtSF, Pete the Trollslayer, and many others streamed in.
"We never are gone forever."
"Maple?"
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submitted by ..., age 12, Oz's Stall
(April 9, 2016 - 8:23 am)
(April 9, 2016 - 8:23 am)
"There is something that I would like to interject," announced the rainbow-pigtailed CBer, standing up and posing stiffly at attention. She was uncomfortable.
"Go on," Said Scylla.
"Well, I've noticed that...that...well..." A tear ran down her face. She choked back a small sob, lifted her shoulders, and continued. "There is no good way to leave. If people make a goodbye thread, it does two things: It makes people sad, and then it also almost seems as if the Cber who is leaving just wants attention and compliments. I know it is not so, but it feels that way."
One CBer standing off to the side glared at her.
Over the Rainbow put her hands up. "Almost. Sorry. Anyway, there is a second type of leaving, where you sort of just slide of the face of the earth. Or rather, you drift away, oppose gravity, and though you tryto reach back through the mists, you can't quite stay. This type of leaving gives no warning, and it can be very gradual, but is usually abrubt. However, once the leaving CBer has left for good, it can take a while for everybuggy else to notice. And then, when they do notice, they feel two thing: Sadness and longing for the lost CBer, and guilt because they didn't notice their absence sooner."
This whole time, Over the Rainbow had been holding back a flood of tears. Her throat and face ached from doing so. She fell to the floor of the cabin and started to weep. One of the lost CBers drifted over to her and put an arm around her shoulders. OtR calmed down a bit and took some slow, deep breaths. Then she turned her head to look at the owner of the comforting arm.
"Wha...Sydney?"
The Lost One nodded.
"Where did you go?"
(April 17, 2016 - 6:01 am)
At Over the Rainbow's words of disbelief, Scylla glanced over. What she saw made her jaw drop. "SYDNEY!" she roared angrily. "WHERE IN THIS CAT-FORSAKEN PLACE HAVE YOU BEEN? Her eye danced with green fire. Aquina stroked a frightened Wingnut, who was laying on her lap, and murmured, "Calm down, Scy. And this place isn't cat-forsaken, hence the Wingnut."
"I know, I know," Scylla growled. "It's just that Sydney left. No note, no explanation, just poof! she's gone." She rounded on a very startled Sydney. "Do you have any idea what you did to me? I searched almost every active thread and found no trace of you! I didn't say anything because then the others would get upset, and now...." she trailed. off, hanging her head. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that." Everyone looked rather shocked. "Er.... Scylla?" Applejaguar asked eventually. "Are you okay, or do you need to go yell some more?"
"I'm fine," Scylla said shortly. She drew her cloak around her. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon."
(April 17, 2016 - 8:38 am)
"She is my aunt. And I'll find her. And I'll tell you the story of why she left without another word." Cho said gravely. "It is time for explanations."
"She left because so many of the "oldies" left, and then returned ... and then many cbers started idolizing them. And someone ... I don't remember who, was complaining that she wasn't idolized and ..." Cho's voice faltered.
"I cannot put this into words that will justify it, but I'll say what I have to. Something snapped that day. Merenwe had always watched over the cb with pride, but ... she then thought it was riddled with corruption and evil, to put it in poetic terms.
"If only she had stayed a couple more weeks. She would have then saw those same people realize how silly they were, and stop idolizing those people. It'll be hard for me to get to Merenwe as Cron ...
"Cron doesn't like Merenwe. He thinks that she's a silly ... never mind. I won't say no more on that. But their relationship has always been rocky, and frankly, I'm much closer to Cron then Mere, and they live all the way across the country ..."
Esthelle stepped forward. "That's alright, Cho. I'll be fine." Cho turned away. "But you won't. The Cb needs more Tolkenites. And fast. I'll find a way. I promise you this much."
"I know the Cb at least was a place of solace for her, but now ... I don't know where she went to instead. And Scylla, she has almost no real social life, according to my understanding. But then not many of us here do." Cho's voice was bitter as she said, "Like me."
"But Esthelle, even though I know Cron won't make this quest any easier for me, I know he won't make it much harder. For me at least."
(April 17, 2016 - 7:17 am)
I just sat there on the windowsill, and watched things unfold. I was the one who proposed coming here from the Lost Land, and I didn't want to create more tears and heartbreak.
My snowlike tail brushed the ground. It made a soft swish then returned to my side. Like a pendulum swish swish swish. I turned and crawled up the railing, seeking the rooms that all the CBers slept in. The girls where on the right side of the hallway and the boys on the left. I found SAVVY44x and my room and opened the door.
Unsurprisingly Savvy's side of the room was covered in glitter. Well, the whole room was. She glittered my Canadian flag so it was glittery red and white
"Hey." Savvy said, entering the room.
"Hi."
Savvy handed me something, and I took it.
"Open it, but be careful."
(April 17, 2016 - 8:29 am)
In a corner by the lamp, hiding beneath a little checkered blanket, sat someone. They had not spoken, they just sat. And sobbed. Two, three, four times, she scanned the crowd. Each time, the result was the same. Where was when? Why had she faded so far into the unknown, then come back, then... Faded again. Never to be seen. She was never one of the CBers who people remembered so very much... But the girl in the corner did. And the one gone had remembered her too. The girl in the corner sobbed, and traced on the cover of a well-read book "Abigail A... The Phoenix..." She hadn't noticed that she was saying the words out loud. At that very second, all the attention snapped to her. She gasped, then... Broke into tears.
(April 17, 2016 - 10:43 am)
A girl with boy-short, mostly brown hair was sitting in an armchair wrapped in a blanket. No one really knew when she had arrived, or who had given her the blanket. She had just appeared. However, almost all of them knew her by one name or another, but the primary name on their minds was this: Arin. Some of the older members, like Ruby, knew her history of mental illness. She didn't know how the younger, newer kids viewed her, though, and right then she didn't care. She had pretended not to notice when Red walked in, but she knew it was inevitable that she either try to talk to him or be ignored by him forever.
After a while, she lost interest in her book. She didn't have her headphones with her, so she was incapable of drowning out the background noise of excited CBers buzzing over finally meeting each other. A boy with brown hair and green eyes walked over to her.
"Arin?"
"Huh? Oh..."
He grimaced. "Yeah... It's me. I know I said I wasn't going to talk to you anymore, but this seems to be a reunion of sorts. If you like, we could go talk to Red together; I saw how you started when he walked in."
She grinned. "That would be lovely. Thank you, Ruby. Have you seen--wait, no, of course you have. I was about to ask if you had seen The Force Awakens, but of course, you being Mr. Star Wars or whatever, you've seen it."
He grinned back, shyly. "I feel horrid for talking to you, because I don't want to hurt you, but like I said, this is a reunion. Let's go fill Red in on what's happened since he left now, yeah?"
(April 18, 2016 - 7:24 pm)
I glance at everyone, unkowing what to say. I am new, and I don't know the older CBers' history. I don't know what they're like. But at that moment, I don't care. "Tell us. Tell what happened. The wars, the incidents. Anyone..."
(April 19, 2016 - 1:52 am)
I nod. "I'll tell you as much as I can from my own memory. I joined shortly before the Nostalgia war. It all started with Danie. She was the St. Owl then. I adored her and her writing. Then, she said she was leaving. (see fig 1.) Most of us were okay with that, but others ... were horrified. I didn't realize how amazing she was then, but ...
Then twelve days later, Maple declared she was leaving. She said she wasn't leaving forever, but I believe it set off a lot of things. (see fig 2)
Danie posted a thread called Depression ... Air renounced the cb, An unidentified Cber made I'm depressed ..., Sav kinda/sorta/didn't leave, Somebody made an encouraging speech, HAB threatened to leave three times, and another unidentified cber made a thread of encouragment and complaining ...
It was hectic. When it was finished, we were all very careful with cb improvment, non cluttering, etc, etc.
And I'm afraid. I'm afraid it'll happeen again. But looking through these old threads, I find my own feelings written all over the place.
Let us pray it never happens again."
Fig 1: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/downtoearth/node/187116
Fig 2: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/downtoearth/node/188445
(April 19, 2016 - 1:11 pm)
I joined during the Nostalgia War, but I wasn't active, so I still don't know much about it. From what I did see, though, it looked like a lot more people than just those two had left.
(April 19, 2016 - 6:01 pm)
So, The Wisher revealed herself.
Ashamed of hiding under a nom de plume for one of the first times, she threw off her cloak and walked over to who had inquired.
"Let me tell you," said St.Owl, "the stories of the wars."
She sat down on a stool that had conveniently appeared, hoping and wishing that Somebody would approach, but not ready to reach a god-modding hand in yet. Instead, she focused on her tellings, which would be long and detailed as she could possibly make it, as much as she could possibly remember, so that there was no confusion.
"The first one was the AE war.
"It was devastating.
"It started with some of the CBers who did not own AEs complaining that they were too rambuctious. Too loud, too everywhere. The CBers who owned AEs dissagreed. It became an arguement, but it escalated, and then I think most even forgot why we were arguing in the first place. The DtE and CaC became wastelands of sorry, heartbroken threads. Somebody threatened to leave, multiple times, but we all shouted at her and clutched at her cloak and begged her to stay and so she did.
"There was a roleplay about it. That's when, as far as I know, the statues were created. The god-modded me in the first post here was incorrect. The AEs were not angry that they did not have statues. I know because Devil Owl and Saint Owl were in the thick of it, and I was in the thick of it, and I did not know about the statues.
"There were compromises to be made. I just read a thread, a sad thread, a horrible thread, but the thread that also compromised and explained and decided things. It was the production thread.
"It was the thread by Somebody, my best friend.
"I banished Saint Owl during the AE war. I thought of Feather later, much later. I kept Dev. Agent Nightcat and DNA were banished too, and Shifting Sands and Volcano became beings.
"The AE war was horrible. It was a long time ago, so long that most of it has vanished to the depths of my mind. I remember heartbreak. I remember making my own thread, a thread that couldn't possibly put into words the feelings that were raging not inside just me but all of us.
"And I remember the Tears are such thread.
"The Nostalgia War was terrible. Yes, yes it was. But the AE war was a different kind of terrible. It made me hurt with every bone in my body and made me throw myself into the thick of all of it. Not even the Inkwell was a refuge anymore.
"Please.
"Take a taste."
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/162360
"And then there was the Nostalgia War.
"I was not a big part of this like I was in the AE War. I was worried, yes I was worried. But I was not injured so much that I had to pour out all of my grief to the world. I had learned. I stood back and watched as the people who had not already survived a war feel the pain we already knew.
"I will be honest.
"I felt the nostalgia.
"I missed my old friends and the long RP posts and the non-dying friends and the grammar and Saint Owl and oh, I missed Somebody more than anything. I still do, I think I always will. But I did not say this. I did not say this because I also agreed with the new ones. The CB will change. It has, and it always shall. There's nothing we can do to stop it. We can miss it, we can't prevent it.
"The Nostalgia War, I believe, was a bit more anticipated, at least to me. There had been a lot of minor threads about it. To be honest, I made two of them. After the AE War, Cayke fixed up a whole crew of people to 'restore the CB.' There was minor protesting then, and we compromised, as we always have.
"So many people left, and afterwards most came back. I cannot give an emotional account like I could for the AE War. Oh, I could rant about the AE War for years if I wanted to. But I don't. And I can't explain the effect that the Nostalgia War had on some because it had a different effect on me.
"I'm being blunt.
"I'm being honest.
"I'm done now. Thank you for listening. Goodbye."
The Wisher donned her cloak again, hiding her shimmering wings, the white dress, the blond hair. She sat on a sill, any sill, and stared out into the blackness of the night.
She wished she could cry.
(April 19, 2016 - 5:53 pm)
The grammar? Grammar on Cricket is better than grammar on any other website I have seen! There are, like, less than five people on here who forget punctuation, spelling, etc. Less than five!
(April 19, 2016 - 8:18 pm)
Oh. Wow. I just read through the thread on the link you posted. Wow.
(April 23, 2016 - 6:55 pm)
So what happens now?
When the labels of new and old vanish?
The "wars" and conflicts end?
After our friends, fellow readers, writers, thespians, nerds, geeks, fangirls, comedians, roleplayers, gamers, storytellers, singers, artists, athletes and CBers leave?
And come back again?
When our favorite RP or Ski Lodge dies?
After your 1st CB anniversary? (I wouldn't know, I haven't had mine yet)
When you realize that the CB is
a hideaway for the intellectuals,
a safe haven from the world's problems,
and a place to voice them,
a place to be utterly and completely you.
I guess we keep RPing, Ski lodging, voicing our opinons, and making threads to commemorate the awesomeness of non-conformity.
(April 19, 2016 - 9:10 pm)
I think that the labels will never fade. I hate to say it, but …
We can only hope another war won't start for a long time, but sometimes, it's all that can be done.
(April 20, 2016 - 5:37 am)
I stare at her, shocked. I had no idea what happened with the CB. At first I thought it was the one place where something like that would never happen. I should realize now, there is no such thing.
"I'm sorry," I said. "If I made you upset again."
I scan the area again. "We must'nt let the events happen again."
(April 20, 2016 - 2:17 am)