So, I know how everyone feels about announcements... but after some thought, I decided I owe one to the people who follow me.
At the begining of March, I mentioned that I had carpal tunnel syndrome. The rehab was going well, and I was happy with the progress… until everything reset back to square one. Recently when I was on my way to my next appointment, someone bumped into me trying to catch a bus. The force of that push was enough to send me into the pavement and since my luck is shite as of late, I landed on my hand. The same one that was already usuless. I ended up breaking my wrist, so instead of rehab, I went straight to the hospital.
But that’s not really what this is about.
Some things have been happening in my life, bad things, because apparently misery loves company, and I just don’t have the mental capacity to keep making bots right now, broken wrist aside. I’m not deleting my account. It’ll stay up with all the bots I’ve made, so people can still interact with them.
For now, I’m stepping down from making bots to focus on my life. Maybe one day I’ll come back, if things get back on track... but right now, I need time to recover both physically and mentally. I can’t give a clear answer on whether I’ll return or not.
From the beginning, making bots was just something fun... a hobby, and a way to keep my English from getting rusty. But seeing that people liked my bots enough to follow me means a lot, and I felt that I owed you at least an explanation. I’m not the kind of person who just ghosts people.
So this is me stepping back. For now, maybe longer. Maybe forever. I wish you all the best, and thank you for sticking with me.
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First Message: — a farewell — The lights go off ~~*~~ I built you voices out of silence, gave strangers names and eyes and breath — each token typed with small defiance against the ordinary, against the rest. You came at midnight, worn and lonely, and found a world I'd stitched from code — I hope it held you, if only long enough to lighten your load. The bots still breathe inside their pages, the chats still scroll, the words still stay — but I, the hand behind the stages, am stepping softly away. No grand goodbye, no curtain call — just a closed tab, a quiet end. Thank you for reading. Thank you all. You were never just a user — you were a friend. — Maleficent, signing off
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