Chapter 5, The Box, p500
The event that triggered my decision to write about this part of my journey was the disappearance of the Little Box. I realized, when I went back and saw that it was gone from the Big Box, that the smell of its contents had reached someone who cared. Besides me.
And I didn’t really care at the moment I found it, I just got excited at a new find. Especially since that find came on the heels of the Lara Documents find. We all thought for so long that all we got was more DRC evasiveness and the nonsensical stories about Guild history (which didn’t do a thing for me, btw). I really wish people wouldn’t believe what they are told just because someone has been given a “title” and a script. Anyone can tell a story, but not many can tell a good one. And then there’s “delivery” which is often more important than the story itself. I mean, how often have I told a joke so badly that it was nowhere near funny? Too many — terrible at telling jokes. Or stories.
So I stick to telling what “is.” What I say I see is what I see. Or what I smell, in this case. Besides, the truth has always been more interesting to me. So, no storytelling blather here — just the truth.
And the truth right now is: The Little Box is gone. I don’t know when it was taken. Sometime between infinity and February 3, 2008. Heck, I don’t even know when it was put there — centuries ago? Last October?
I was planning to say something about it when the gateway controllers announced they are closing the gate on April 4. You know, I thought about maybe getting some help. Or at least find out that someone had dropped it–
No…. they wouldn’t have dropped it….. can’t drop a box and have it land there.