Six years.

It's been six whole years since I joined this website.

Do you understand how crazy that is?

Six years of craziness, drama, internet crushes... I'm not exaggerating when I say that WCC had a huge impact on my life, for better or worse. This is where I met my best friends, my worst enemies, my girlfriend (who was a blend of both at one time or another). Sometimes I'll think about what my life would be like if I'd never registered here, and... Honestly, I don't know. A Warriors RP forum shouldn't be that scarily influential on a person's life, but WCC's always been special to me. It's my baby. You guys are like family to me. It's cheesy, but I love this place. Really, I do. This has been my home for six whole years, since before I was a teenager, and I'm a junior now. I'm far from the oldest person here, but seriously, wtf.

This forum is seriously a gateway drug. All of my hobbies, all of my interests, I can trace them all right back here, even long after I've lost interest in Warriors. What happened, man? How did my life come to this? It's a cat site. I shouldn't be getting emotional.

Even if it's over the internet, even if I'll never meet 90% of you in real life, you're all still special to me. Remember that. Don't let anybody say that internet friendships aren't real friendships. It's sad, it's embarrassing, but they're fcking real, damn it. Being separated for thousands of miles doesn't change that.

I feel like I've spent over half my life here. So many memories. It makes this hard.

I've seen hundreds of people come and go, and I always thought to myself I wouldn't be like them. When activity got low, sometimes I'd have mental images of me just being here all by myself, as funny as that is. I mean, how could I ever just leave? You'd have to boot me out or delete the site first. I've seriously spent more time here with you guys than with my actual family. All my friends are here. There was no way in hell I'd just slip away into inactivity.

But somehow, that happened. I'm still confused myself, honestly. I log on, but I don't even check the boards, or go on the box... It's weird. I don't get it. People have even stopped sending me PMs like they used to. It feels like just yesterday, I was the insanely active new admin doing everything by himself, but now I'm... not. I was made an admin in 2012. That was ages ago. To a lot of people here, 2012 is the Stone Age. There are some days I have to remind myself it's not 2010 still.

Has the New Canon gone on longer than the Old Canon at this point?

I don't want to check.

Even with this long stupid love letter, I don't think I could leave entirely.

It'll still be the first tab I open every day, even if it's just out of habit at this point. I've been doing that every day for six years.

Six effin' years.

My brother was born the day after I made this account. He's in Kindergarten now. WCC itself is... what? Seven? This site has been through some shet, let me tell you. I feel like an old man reminiscing about the good old days. Maybe I am an old man, even though on average, the site is older now... We all joined when we were in 11 or 12, and then we just stuck around like weirdos. That's what we all are: weirdos. But you guys are my weirdos. We're weirdos together. I wouldn't have it any other way.

So I'm still here. I might always be here. WCC is a monstrosity that refuses to die, and over time, new generation after new generation will fill up this site. That's my hope, at least. A couple years from now, maybe I'll just be the weird old member who logs in every day but never posts or gets on the chatbox. Maybe I'll have some urban legends about me. I still have all your souls, you know. It's in the terms of service.

F--k.

I just can't let this place go, even when I'm writing this.

All my friends are here. This place formed my identity, my personality, my likes and dislikes, my tastes. My first kiss was with a WCCer, you know. Even if this place were to get deleted tomorrow, it'd still live on.

The point... Well, you can probably guess the point of this. I'm not going to RP on WCC anymore. I have Beata for that. Beata is my baby, it's the source of all my inspiration, it's where most of my dumb internet friends hang out, but it'll never replace WCC. Just remember that. If you want to hit me up, just drop by there. It's a cool place.

If Beata is a retirement home for tired geezers like me, then WCC is like a childhood street. I rose up from barely literate noob to admin and now it's time for me to step back, put down the crown, and spend the rest of my life in peace. Six years. Beata is an easy place to run. It's still active without inheriting WCC's utter insanity. This site is a den of madness. Embrace that.

Sparrow is dead. Gone. Sayonara. After two leaders, years of moderator and administrator experience, and so much time as an active RiverClan roleplayer, I thought I could handle it. I couldn't. The medicine cat curse affects all. Learn from my hubris. I was a fool, and I wish RiverClan's next medicine cat the best of luck. Say Sparrow went out in an explosion of glory, killing half of ThunderClan, while wearing shades and puffing on a cigar. That is my legacy to you, RiverClan. You always treated me well. I love you.

As for your eighth WCC admin?

That's the news you care about, right?

Well, there won't be one. Not yet, anyways. With most of my staff consumed by Beata and disappeared from the site, I don't exactly have a ton of options, but the active mods we have right now are competent enough to run the forum with only marginal guidance and oversight. I can just work behind the curtains doing admin duties when needed, and when the time is right, I'll appoint a new admin or two to pick up the torch. Just listen to your mods. Their word is law. Some day I'll write up a constitution of sorts, detailing all the etiquette, responsibilities, and proper behavior for an admin, but not today. I've already rambled too much. If you ever need me, I'll be the wise-and-slightly-demented old crone in their rocking chair, dealing out half-baked advice in the form of riddles. Plus, I know the admin panel well and don't trust these scrubs.

This is the part where I thank you all personally. That was always cool back in the day, when people would leave for two weeks with drawn out sentimental messages. But there's too many. Seriously. I've been here so long that there's a never-ending backlog of people I need to thank... And it's a bit ridiculous, when I haven't really gone anywhere, but it feels necessary. Let me try.

[spoiler alert: i tried and failed. there are too many people. thank you all though. i love you. please drop by on beata or the chatbox or something so we can catch up. all of you. yes, you in particular. i remember you. <3 pls bby.]

And that's the end, really. I could ramble on for hours and hours about how much WCC means to me, but I'll never be able to say it enough.

So thank you, WCC, and adieu. But I won't be going anywhere, so there's no need to say goodbye. Not yet, anyways.