"Kyousuke is the one you're describing here, buddy. He's tearing people down left right and center."
I am? I was under the impression I was contributing to BG culture in ways beyond pretending to be Clippy the Paperclip
Unless, of course, you're referring to my disdain for minor races and people who insist on remaining on BG with no active characters? If you aren't going to bother maintaining a character on BG, why are you here in the first place? Surely you have lives outside BG? Failing that, you must have Skype at the very least?
Why do you choose to air your grievances to a user base to which you don't really belong? I realize it must be a radical notion to some of you, but there exist outlets—other than an online Bleach RP forum—for your insecurities.
And why are you having such a difficult time letting go, Colin? Better you just drop the charade; you barely made it three months after BG ceased to be a place where you "could be creative", and now you've got so-and-so problem with certain people but that's not going to be enough to keep you away either—you lack the constitution and discipline to stay away, and that is precisely why you're making such a huge fuss over everything. You're grasping at the nonexistent chance of someone going "oh hey no we really are wrong and we want you to stay and oh shit while we're at it let us bring you back on staff so you can terrorize people with your authoritarianism once again
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.