Picturesque VI
I am angry. I have experienced a dark side of humanity I never thought I would see. And where I experienced it disturbs me even more.
I was in the GFW chat-room, a place I have grown to think of as a second home, despite its problems. Suddenly a chatter began to horribly torture a figurative child, with no regard to how others within would perceive this crime (much less their stomachs). I was furious as well as squeamish. How dare someone follow through with such an act! I nearly left, and now I believe I should have.
Thank God the heartless monster left before long. As night fell I pondered why I reacted so vehemently:
The way the chatter described her torture wanted me to puke. Never had I seen the likes of it before in GFW, and I pray I never do.
She did not respond to my unusually polite requests to stop. I thought an unspoken courtesy rule of this wonderful chat-room was to be courteous to others. I guess this is not so anymore. A shame I followed this rule while my ‘RiftWar’ campaign was underway.
No one else seemed to react as strongly upon seeing the disgusting words appear in the chat-room. Is nothing sacred anymore? Have we as a species become so cold-hearted as to allow this to happen electronically? And what of those who turned the other way? Will we one day permit such terrible, cruel acts to occur without retaliation offline? I pray not.
Perhaps I am overreacting; perhaps not. Perhaps I contradict myself, for I do not deny that ‘RiftWar’ had its share of violence, though it was not nearly as descriptive as what this monster typed before my eyes; perhaps I do not. But I do not care.
I later reiterated the incident to my mother. Her reaction was comforting to my otherwise troubles psyche; she was just as squeamish as I had been. At least there are still some humans within my vicinity.
I also told her of the hardships GFW has suffered and how drab and dreary it has become. She says I am growing out of the place.
I believe she is right.
