Dead End (RP-story)

New York City, Rush Hour...

  

  While Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" played on her car radio, Dr. Edith Edwards waited for yet another traffic light to turn green, the whole time, with her mother in her ear on the Blu-Tooth.  She was driving back to her parents’ home in Montauk, having dropped off her husband at the Agartha-portal near the Brooklyn Bridge.

All good things come to an end

When I started this blog I was planning to collect all of my rp-"crimes" since I started roleplaying in online-games.
Turned out that it is not easy to collect everything, because I did not post stories or scene-summaries continously. Also, the way I roleplayed was not always the same. There are tons of chatlogs in SWtoR, for example. But very few stories. Same to Wildstar. Or World of Warcraft. Or TSW/SWL.

Anyway, this post is not about what will become of my blog, but about saying my personal good-byes to some... things.