No, this isn't clickbait or some stupid crap. This has been on my mind for way too long. So you know how back in my Journals I said I was involved in one group session a year ago? Well... there's more to the story and I think it's time.
So it started back a year ago when I was on Discord and I encountered this guy. We'll call him... eh, uh... John. Yeah. John noticed me and mentioned about my art and stuff, and some that I cringe back then... God, how far I've come. Anyways, John mentions an RP and I was like: "Sure, why not?" And we moved things to Skype which I never use. But, whatever. It's there.
So, it starts off fine, until we had a huge group session and that's when I quickly realized things were going downhill. For one, I was given nothing to do. Like, literally nothing. What am I supposed to do here? What's my role? And who the fuck are any of these people? How are there so many? There must have been... over a hundred people there! It was crazy. Well, at least to me.
What's even worse, it felt like a job. I had to be online 24/7 and stuff and I would get tired, exhausted and be more stressed. I just wanted to do my art and audios at the time before I stopped. Hell, I couldn't even do the occasional drawing idea without being bothered. It was insane. Then... Oh God... The drama happened.
Yeah, so, apparently there was some scuffle about one stupid thing after another, and the rules were absolutely stupid. Not to mention, hypocritical. Suffice to say, John sucks at managing an RP session or hangout. Like... really bad. It became so bad that people actually started leaving once they realized they pretty much couldn't do anything until his say so and realized he was kind of an asshole.
I was one of those people as well. It became too fucking insane and stressful that I had a meltdown a couple of times. This was when I was at my old house and before my family moved by the way, so that didn't fucking help matters. But it didn't stop there, in the place I am now, it just continued to get worse. Eventually, I decided to say: "Fuck it. This isn't going to change. This guy has no fucking clue what the hell he's doing, and people are leaving in droves. You know what? I hate this group session and everyone on there." And I broke it off.
I never used Skype again for that purpose and I pretty much banned John. Do I feel bad? Not really, no. I actually feel relieved. It also didn't help that I had to play as EVERYONE. Yeah... that fucking sucked. Sometimes I would get myself confused and go: "Wait, which character is that? Fuck, I don't know anymore."
And there you have it, a year dealing with utter incompetence and always demanding me things and never letting me do my own thing. It was terrible and I basically wasted my entire year of doing busywork. I'm not even kidding when I said I had breakdowns from that. It was so awful and stressful, and you know what? I don't blame the people for leaving and calling John out on his behavior and being a tyrant.
They had every fucking right and I should have listened. Well, my eyes have opened since then and I've moved on. That's also a reason why I will never do a group RP session ever again. It never works. Never. It's best to do it alone or one on one anyways. But yeah, that was my worst Roleplay session ever.
I really needed to get this off my chest once and for all.
