Don't the gods have ANYTHING better to do?.
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Joshua, the Quiescentto Orthwein, the god of fate

I don't mind the unsubtle, ungodly jibes at pacifism, cowardice, boredom,

or any of the other emotions I've felt as I mindlessly waste my time

in Avalon, but really: Can't we just have some BB's for mortals only?

I think, Lord Orthwein, that we are all VERY well aware of the prowess

that Snowlock and his ilk brought and bring to Avalon. I find it humorous

in the extreme that you, as a god, see fit to disparage anything in the

mortal world. Here's a thought: Find a way to promote Avalon sufficiently

in the outside world as to bring in a steady supply of new players, and

more importantly, to keep them. I've had one or two dimly remembered

conversations with Lord Genesis about how much stock he does NOT put

into the promotion of this experience, but maybe you are the one to bring

him around, and just generally improve the 'play' aspect of Avalon. Petty

jibes from the gods, constant harassment from powerful and amoral players

(sorry, amoral CHARACTERS), and all the other things that appeal to what

is clearly a VERY narrow range of active players are gonna bury this place,

and I don't care how slick the Java interface gets, or how fantastic the

fantasy text on the web page may become (some day), I see more people leaving

this land than staying, and not just when they hear about the 'CHARGES' commad.


I am reminded of the day when Hellchaser shouted \"F*CK YOU, ORTHWEIN,\" and

your reply was \"Oh my...\" Less is more, lord... Less mortal-type

posting from you gods, and more divine activity would be a delight. Yes,

yes, we've all heard it before: Mortals exist in Avalon for the amusement

of the gods, and not the other way 'round. Well, bully for the gods! I

know that at least in the case of my patron, not all gods seek to find

amusement through the denigration or humiliation of those mortals they

dislike, and some gods in my experience, such as Lord Annihilus, simply mete

out their judgements without a lot of blather.


Written by my hand on the 25th of Midwinter, in the year 969.