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Following the tragic news of Princess_Dale's passing, her faction pays tribute to a leader, a legend, a soldier and a friend..
It is not customary for our faction to be open or public about anything. Like the humble beaver, we're a hard-working, small, loyal and feisty faction. We keep our heads down and don't make too many waves. Our faction mantra is "If the Big Boys don't notice us, they'll leave us alone."
The "big boys" are those super strong factions and players who are just impossible to beat. The people who have spent months and years carefully working out the best ways to play. Some of them "gymmed" their way to greatness, others "crimmed" their way to financial power. No matter what route you chose, most of you are way outside of our level.
But at the risk of attracting attention, this time, I can't just be quiet. I have to write this to make sure everyone out there knows what has happened to one of my most dearly beloved friends. I want you to know why the Beavers will forever be changed, and yet stay true to the principles that brought us together. This is Princess_Dale's story.
All of our faction know each other from another forum. It's no secret that most of us are former (and serving) British Military. The forum where we met was a place where military types got together to swap dits (stories) and make s**t up. I myself was a never-served civvy, but I was welcomed on the forum and enjoyed myself there.
I made firm friends with my faction leader, which only intensified after a great personal loss. She was enormously sweet and helpful in dark times, but she had the driest, acidic wit you had ever encountered and could let loose a torrent of swearies that would make a Marine turn white. Those of you who have served in the military or emergency services will be familiar with that dark sense of humour, the bleak outlook on life that constant danger brings. Princess_Dale embodied that more than most.
Some of us had been playing Torn for a long time. Others, like me, had played before and had taken a long break. For some reason Torn started being discussed on the forum and we all trooped online and made characters, or recovered old ones. We found an existing faction that was already filled with members of the forum, so we joined and started playing.
Unfortunately, our personalities clashed with that of the faction's leader, and so we departed to set up a new faction. We were told at that time that we'd never play the game, that we'd never succeed, that we'd be hounded out. That was a big mistake. We dug our heels in and The Beavers were born. Princess_Dale was chosen to be our Faction Leader, our den-mother, with Drazyl as her co-leader. The official leadership changed a few times, but we all knew who was in charge.
Dale loved the game. It allowed her to indulge in her most lurid fantasies. One minute she was shopping for shoes - she was collecting those little red ones which she loved to hit people with - and the next she was hooring for allies. But Dale was most at home protecting her little Beavers. Some of you might have been on the receiving end of her messages on occasion.
If you got on her bad side she knew how to intimidate you, and would threaten to slice off her rivals' faces or generally nacker them. But she also knew how to cajole her enemies too, and would strike a pleading tone while asking for mercy in the face of a stronger faction - remember, we are only little. Most of the time her messages rescued our butts from any number of dangerous moments. However, she would delight in letting our faction's wild side loose when a "terror-tree" war occurred. We would fight tooth and nail in these situations, often outlasting much bigger factions.
One of our most common faction chat messages to each other was "We'll never play this game properly". And in a way, we still don't. We play the game we want to play. We play for each other and for our own amusement. We don't start fights, but we do finish them. We make friends, we make allies, and we harbour grudges like no faction I've ever known.
And through all of this, Dale sat atop of us, until she had to leave us. Sadly, on Sunday 3rd November, Princess_Dale, Our leader, faction-mammy, slicer of faces, keeper of lists, hooer of Torn and our dearly beloved friend passed away after a lengthy fight against cancer. Our faction, our lives will never be the same again.
Some time ago, I wrote a signature line for her. It was a shameless rewording of a well-known quotation
"Dale, The Slug of the House Snail, First of Her Name, the Unhossied, Queen of the Hooers, and the First Arrserati, Khaleesi of the Great Torn Sea, Breaker of legs, and Mother of Beavers"
It was the most apt description I could have found for her.
Our leader has gone, but her spirit will live on in the memory of all Beavers. And to mark the occasion of her funeral yesterday, here are some words of remembrance for Princess_Dale from some of our faction members:
"The naughtiest Lady I know and absolutely The Real Deal. It has been and will remain a privilege and a giggle to have had your friendship and leadership. Also pink bubbles." - Naff1
"Princess was just that, kindly, friendly and helpful, but better at holding grudges than Queen Elizabeth III of the Star Kingdom of Manticore." - Olafthered
"Never really knew her but what I very quickly found out was that she was a warm, caring and generous person hidden behind a fiery, prickly but intelligent character with a fine sense of humour and judgement on how to prick peoples balloons. In the run down to her passing away she retained her sense of humour and was very dignified. One of life's real characters that your own life has been improved by being in contact with." - xbluejob
"Kind, crazy, genuinely nice but don't ever let her know I told you." - Drazyl
The "big boys" are those super strong factions and players who are just impossible to beat. The people who have spent months and years carefully working out the best ways to play. Some of them "gymmed" their way to greatness, others "crimmed" their way to financial power. No matter what route you chose, most of you are way outside of our level.
But at the risk of attracting attention, this time, I can't just be quiet. I have to write this to make sure everyone out there knows what has happened to one of my most dearly beloved friends. I want you to know why the Beavers will forever be changed, and yet stay true to the principles that brought us together. This is Princess_Dale's story.
All of our faction know each other from another forum. It's no secret that most of us are former (and serving) British Military. The forum where we met was a place where military types got together to swap dits (stories) and make s**t up. I myself was a never-served civvy, but I was welcomed on the forum and enjoyed myself there.
I made firm friends with my faction leader, which only intensified after a great personal loss. She was enormously sweet and helpful in dark times, but she had the driest, acidic wit you had ever encountered and could let loose a torrent of swearies that would make a Marine turn white. Those of you who have served in the military or emergency services will be familiar with that dark sense of humour, the bleak outlook on life that constant danger brings. Princess_Dale embodied that more than most.
Some of us had been playing Torn for a long time. Others, like me, had played before and had taken a long break. For some reason Torn started being discussed on the forum and we all trooped online and made characters, or recovered old ones. We found an existing faction that was already filled with members of the forum, so we joined and started playing.
Unfortunately, our personalities clashed with that of the faction's leader, and so we departed to set up a new faction. We were told at that time that we'd never play the game, that we'd never succeed, that we'd be hounded out. That was a big mistake. We dug our heels in and The Beavers were born. Princess_Dale was chosen to be our Faction Leader, our den-mother, with Drazyl as her co-leader. The official leadership changed a few times, but we all knew who was in charge.
Dale loved the game. It allowed her to indulge in her most lurid fantasies. One minute she was shopping for shoes - she was collecting those little red ones which she loved to hit people with - and the next she was hooring for allies. But Dale was most at home protecting her little Beavers. Some of you might have been on the receiving end of her messages on occasion.
If you got on her bad side she knew how to intimidate you, and would threaten to slice off her rivals' faces or generally nacker them. But she also knew how to cajole her enemies too, and would strike a pleading tone while asking for mercy in the face of a stronger faction - remember, we are only little. Most of the time her messages rescued our butts from any number of dangerous moments. However, she would delight in letting our faction's wild side loose when a "terror-tree" war occurred. We would fight tooth and nail in these situations, often outlasting much bigger factions.
One of our most common faction chat messages to each other was "We'll never play this game properly". And in a way, we still don't. We play the game we want to play. We play for each other and for our own amusement. We don't start fights, but we do finish them. We make friends, we make allies, and we harbour grudges like no faction I've ever known.
And through all of this, Dale sat atop of us, until she had to leave us. Sadly, on Sunday 3rd November, Princess_Dale, Our leader, faction-mammy, slicer of faces, keeper of lists, hooer of Torn and our dearly beloved friend passed away after a lengthy fight against cancer. Our faction, our lives will never be the same again.
Some time ago, I wrote a signature line for her. It was a shameless rewording of a well-known quotation
"Dale, The Slug of the House Snail, First of Her Name, the Unhossied, Queen of the Hooers, and the First Arrserati, Khaleesi of the Great Torn Sea, Breaker of legs, and Mother of Beavers"
It was the most apt description I could have found for her.
Our leader has gone, but her spirit will live on in the memory of all Beavers. And to mark the occasion of her funeral yesterday, here are some words of remembrance for Princess_Dale from some of our faction members:
"The naughtiest Lady I know and absolutely The Real Deal. It has been and will remain a privilege and a giggle to have had your friendship and leadership. Also pink bubbles." - Naff1
"Princess was just that, kindly, friendly and helpful, but better at holding grudges than Queen Elizabeth III of the Star Kingdom of Manticore." - Olafthered
"Never really knew her but what I very quickly found out was that she was a warm, caring and generous person hidden behind a fiery, prickly but intelligent character with a fine sense of humour and judgement on how to prick peoples balloons. In the run down to her passing away she retained her sense of humour and was very dignified. One of life's real characters that your own life has been improved by being in contact with." - xbluejob
"Kind, crazy, genuinely nice but don't ever let her know I told you." - Drazyl
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