It's story-time now, since self-inserts and the past came up. This wasn't a self insert, but the tale of a bonafide 2000ish era Mary Sue.

The group was The Knighthood of Light. I didn't know this was a thing. I didn't quite know Final Fantasy was a thing. I figured, 'Oh, knights and medieval shit, I've seen those boards, cool.'

I don't know how I found it.

She had everything. She was a loner, with raven black hair. I don't recall her eye color but it was probably purple. She may have had a wolf companion.

Her name was Hakura; a name taken from someone's DBZ OC who was Vegeta's sister. To this day I'm not sure whether it was a typo or not, whether it was actually Haruka.

Not, of course that anyone knew this (IC at least). You see, if she ever tried to say her name... something or another terrible would happen that would lead to it being avoided.

I believe an actual stampede was included. I don't think, funnily enough, that I'd actually been damned to give her a tragic past but damn if she wasn't dramatic anyway.

I played with them for a good while but the thing was, nice as everyone was... it was kind of boring. They were knights, sure, (other than her) but there was nothing to fight. No conflict.

And it was around this time that I figured out that, by using two windows at once, I could be logged in with two different usernames. The game was afoot.

I would invite myself to the private chats on the new screen-name, and there they would pose some sort of vaguely menacing riddles about a threat. Before anything could happen, they'd leave.

It was amazing, solely for the reactions. The concerns in the group, wondering what was going to happen next, trying to figure out what was going on. How the mysterious stranger was getting in. Was there a mole?

I think it lasted about a week, until I slipped up. I said something on the wrong account, and it was over, I may have tried to blame it on a sibling. But there I was, a traitor, a betrayer.

I'll never forget how disappointed the leader sounded in me, for all it was just text. 'Not her, she's been here from the beginning.'

With that, I was gone. I don't know if they kept going or not, it didn't occur to me to create another account and try to go back. I wish I could remember any of their usernames, try to find them, see if it's something they remember. I know if nothing else, I have absolutely no regret over what I did.

omg

Chatvert If that wasn't the highlight of my AOL RPG experience (not hard) then I don't know what was. One day I'll legitimately end up with a troll-y NPC. It's too much fun.

I also, once, in some terrible LJ game, while my friend was playing the Doctor, started doing staticky Rose responses to their posts, and being overly dramatic. I've stopped that, since it freaked her out, whoops.

this is great omg

sealrat It is amongst my greatest accomplishments, and I wish rp still existing in a way I could do this, somehow.

XD