Character
Rules
Events
Map
RP Points
Proplimits
Statistics
Steam Group
Members
Hall of Fame
Team
Bans
Blacklists
Warnings
Changelog
Content
04-04-2015, 09:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2022, 01:03 AM by Fearless Community.
Edit Reason: Checked Encoding
)
And I don't disagree with you, Enzyme. I'm just looking for the slightest mercy; I know what I did was horrendously wrong, and I cannot express just how sorry I am for it.
EDIT
I don't think I've said what FearlessRP means to me in this thread, and I'd like to expand on this topic and why being allowed back into the community means so much to me. So, here goes;
FearlessRP was not only a large part of my childhood, it became a large part of my life. I was part of what I saw as perhaps the most awesome community I could imagine myself in, and I was a part of this from early 2013 all the way up to early 2015.
Over the span of two years of my life, I was a community member; starting out with spamming the 'become' button on the gun dealer job, thinking about the riches I could make from it. Making $750 profit from a call-out ('Arms Delivery', mind) was an 'Oh my God' moment for me at the age of 15. Heck, I'd even avoid buying food as it cost too much money, and would avoid filling my car with petrol to save money. Slowly and steadily, I accumulated more in-game money and managed to get my hands on a Volvo SC60; true victory.
I saw community members come and go, developments in the server increase, and my friends list inflate; after which I decided to donate to the server because it was a community I adored. The regulars I met daily became family, and I loved every second of it, and love it even more now that I reminisce those times. Weed Marley; smoking pot whilst playing, eventually left the server. Bowie; avoiding every checkpoint I placed down, always ended in chuckles. Iraqi Eagle; constant political debate with this guy, soon became my Middle Eastern brother from another mother before leaving. The list is endless...
Anyhow, once reaching the gold status of Lamborghini owner, I decided it was time to begin partaking in organized roleplay. This took a whole 300 hours to achieve; constant grinds of merchant jobs, selling dupes, reselling cars, becoming President, heck, even pole dancing in a clubbing roleplay. Such was my passive life on FearlessRP.
The roleplays I organized I cherished so much; psychiatrist firm, independent state at the UM, weapons showroom, countless more... Partaking in roleplay events was the ultimate hype for me; I'd go into super try-hard roleplay mode (and still did leading up to my ban) to prove to myself that I was worthy of being in this community, and to prove to myself that I deserved the family I had acquired on here...
And then, I had to be that idiot, for the 11th time. I mean, I hate myself for it, but what more can I say?
EDIT 2
Having been on the TeamSpeak for a majority of today, I'd like to multiply everything I said above, from the second and first post, by infinity...
EDIT
I don't think I've said what FearlessRP means to me in this thread, and I'd like to expand on this topic and why being allowed back into the community means so much to me. So, here goes;
FearlessRP was not only a large part of my childhood, it became a large part of my life. I was part of what I saw as perhaps the most awesome community I could imagine myself in, and I was a part of this from early 2013 all the way up to early 2015.
Over the span of two years of my life, I was a community member; starting out with spamming the 'become' button on the gun dealer job, thinking about the riches I could make from it. Making $750 profit from a call-out ('Arms Delivery', mind) was an 'Oh my God' moment for me at the age of 15. Heck, I'd even avoid buying food as it cost too much money, and would avoid filling my car with petrol to save money. Slowly and steadily, I accumulated more in-game money and managed to get my hands on a Volvo SC60; true victory.
I saw community members come and go, developments in the server increase, and my friends list inflate; after which I decided to donate to the server because it was a community I adored. The regulars I met daily became family, and I loved every second of it, and love it even more now that I reminisce those times. Weed Marley; smoking pot whilst playing, eventually left the server. Bowie; avoiding every checkpoint I placed down, always ended in chuckles. Iraqi Eagle; constant political debate with this guy, soon became my Middle Eastern brother from another mother before leaving. The list is endless...
Anyhow, once reaching the gold status of Lamborghini owner, I decided it was time to begin partaking in organized roleplay. This took a whole 300 hours to achieve; constant grinds of merchant jobs, selling dupes, reselling cars, becoming President, heck, even pole dancing in a clubbing roleplay. Such was my passive life on FearlessRP.
The roleplays I organized I cherished so much; psychiatrist firm, independent state at the UM, weapons showroom, countless more... Partaking in roleplay events was the ultimate hype for me; I'd go into super try-hard roleplay mode (and still did leading up to my ban) to prove to myself that I was worthy of being in this community, and to prove to myself that I deserved the family I had acquired on here...
And then, I had to be that idiot, for the 11th time. I mean, I hate myself for it, but what more can I say?
Now, even looking at the community - it fills me with sorrow...
EDIT 2
Having been on the TeamSpeak for a majority of today, I'd like to multiply everything I said above, from the second and first post, by infinity...