Sorry for digging this thread from a deep grave, but I need to vent sad shit out of my system. You, guys, will probably find it hilarious, but in some sense /pol/ have cucked me out of RP partnership.
I had brilliant rp-buddy since my youth at SL - talented French m2f trans, unmatched master of grimdark psychological sadomasochism in realistic age-play / domestic discipline / forced feminization scenarios. Through years we had a lot of fun both in SL and pure text, playing with each other in every top/bottom combinations. Her crown type of character was middle-aged auntie, evil, manipulative, intimidating and subtly perverted without open in-your-face eroticism. She freely communicated and roleplayed in three languages, including my very own Russian. She was drawing pretty good illustrations and had top notch fashion sense to the point, where she could tastefully use its deliberate inversion as tool of sadism. RP with her was genuine arthouse theatrical experience – like participating in some weird chekhovesque stage play, produced by kinky as fuck director. Believe me, guys, it was rare gem, while it lasted.
To my sorrow, at one point her eyes have opened to corruption and decline of our world. Don't get me wrong – I'm more /pol/ then average anon here myself, I believe. So, when she looked back at her _very_ disturbing childhood and concluded that it is wrong to let her past lure her into decadent perversions, I could only cheer for her decision. Nowadays, instead of kids crying in fear and pain under unfair sadistic punishments from evil adults she draws love, care and peace. I suppose, this made her much happier person, and by this proxy I'm happy for her too. But goddamn, I can't help feeling selfish sadness… Our last RP in Russian, somewhat inspired by real-life characters from my own childhood, was destinated to become true masterpiece, but it will forever remain 12-chapter rough draft, holding very special place in my heart for many reasons. We still occasionally exchange /pol/ memes, but it's hard to deny that similar tastes in decadent perversions were major part in our bonding, so distance between us is inevitably growing.
Let this vent be my farewell not to her true self, which is still within messenger's reach, but to her dark sidePost too long. Click here to view the full text.