From time to time I look into CB again. I just has a strange attraction to me. I don't even play or spend any BA on my visits. I just come and look around in the ancient ruins of this formerly so precious game that's now abandoned, but strangely still alive as if all the people had just left a minute ago.
CB has been a part of my youth. I still remember those days (and nights) that I spent organizing my schedule as not to miss any BA. Back in the days when smartphones just came up and us young people who couldn't afford one cried that it was unfair when others could just play from their phones while they were out of their homes.
I remember that stupid dwarf throwing my forged stuff into the water because I had overheated it. I remember the endless discussions I had about character strategy with other players.
It's so strange that all this is gone. But what's stranger is that this place still pops up into my mind from time to time. There must have been something very special in the good ol' days of CB. And I know what it is: it was community. I belonged to the tribe over here. I felt welcome. CB was a home for me.
I'm writing these lines and I really don't know why. It's been over 10 years I think.. I'm 27 years old now... and I played this game while I was still in middle school.. on the first computer I owned.
Maybe this is a goodbye. Maybe this ain't. It flew out of my mind.. and I'm sending it into the void. Into that strange void that's created by a game that hasn't changed for 10 years.. that's been abandoned, but that's still running.. just like this old technology in dystopian worlds.. still functioning although there's no one left alive around.
Live well CB! Live on as a totem! Be sure that when one day I check www.carnageblender.com and it shows me 404 Page Not Found.. I'll certainly cry. Because one part of my life will then be gone.. for good. Good Bye!
