Well, that's three months of work down the drain

[mousme]

Yes, I'm pissed off. Yes, I'm pissed off about reparo. If you don't want to hear about it, stop here.



Yes, yes, the voice of reason should state "There's no need to be upset over this. It's no one's fault." However, *I* need to rant about this, so if you've come behind the cut tag, it's just too fucking bad for you.

I'm also disallowing comments because I fucking well don't want feedback on this. This is quite simply a rant and nothing else.

I worked bloody hard on finding a way to rescue Lavender when she was kidnapped. Yes, I didn't post much on the topic because Real Life intervened. However, I spoke with a lot of people about it, told them my ideas, worked with Fire in order to pull it all together, and now it's gone all to shit. Three months' worth of work down the fucking toilet. Why?

Because *one* person threw a bitchy hissy fit. Once again, it's easy to blame Phnee. "Oh, Phnee didn't email me back within 24 hours! Woe is me! Everyone must hate me and want to exclude me!"

I'm sorry, but that's not how it works.

I worked *very* hard to include that person in my plans. In fact, they were the *first* person I included in my plans, and I tried to keep them abreast of things as they happened.

It so happened that, after the email they sent out yesterday, I didn't get back online until this morning, when I wasn't planning to work on reparo. I was tired, I had a migraine and I'd had an unpleasant day at work.

I am *tired* of these little roleplaying psychodramas.

At this point in time, I'm about ready to throw in the towel. Forget bringing back Charlie, I'll just hand over Bill and Charlie to the Reparo mods and hand over all control of aparecium_rpg over to Fire. It's obviously not worth getting involved in these things. All you get in return is grief and recriminations.

Fuck it.

That's all I have to say.