the discipline era coincided with a lot of discovery for us regarding our plurality, so knowing that it won't at least be in the background going forward is an odd feeling. blaseball fictive as i am i'd moved on and found closure from most of the brunt of what the game meant to me on a deep emotional level over the post-expansion era siesta, and seeing a lot of fellow sourcemates go through a lot of emotional turmoil over this news really made me realize that i'm one of the lucky ones; my story ended midway through the expansion era while that of most players is just gonna be cut short just like the game itself, and that must feel weird as hell. either way, a core tenet of fictivehood rings true here: your story is yours alone to write now. no matter where, when or how your story in blaseball ended, you're still here.
i've been wondering to myself where whoever's left of us will be five, ten, twenty years after blaseball ends. how our identities have been able to change without blaseball still claiming that backdrop, and how our perceptions will change. while i have no chance whatsoever of predicting something that far out, all i can hope is that it ends in happiness.
