🔥 181 — MOTHY’S FINAL SERVER REVIEW 🔥

Before we begin, I learned something fucking hilarious while shutting everything down. 😂

I played this game for approximately FOUR MONTHS.

In those four months:

235 published website pages.
731 images in my media library.
Approximately 711 actual guide images.
Guides translated and polished across 10 languages.
Multiple guides on many pages.

SEVEN. HUNDRED. AND. ELEVEN. GUIDE. IMAGES.

In four fucking months.

Researching.
Writing.
Organizing.
Designing.
Translating.
Grammar checking.
Polishing.
Updating.
Scheduling.
Teaching.
Answering questions.
Running events.
Leading an alliance.

And somewhere in there I was apparently supposed to PLAY THE FUCKING GAME. 😂

Apparently I didn’t have a hobby.

I accidentally acquired an unpaid second job.

And at the end of all of that, my contribution was reduced to:

“Pictures.”

You know what?

You’re absolutely fucking right. 🥰

I MADE ABOUT 711 OF THEM.

And now they’re gone. <3

Characters: DELETED.
Discord: DELETED.
Guides: REMOVED.
Website: DRAFTS.

If they were just pictures, replacing them should be easy.

Good fucking luck. 😂

❤️ BEFORE WE BEGIN THE CREMATION ❤️

Not everybody in 181 sucks.

MKZ & LAT:

I FUCKING LOVE YOU. <3

Visiting servers:

If 181 is burning during KVK, please water the fucking grass around MKZ and LAT.

PROTECT THEIR PIXELS. 🥰

And PBL…

YOU WERE FUCKING RIGHT. 😂

I didn’t believe the situation was as bad as you said it was.

Then I got the hands-on learning experience.

MY BAD. <3

You were right.

I was wrong.

Apparently I needed the practical demonstration. 😂

🔥 NOW FOR THE REST OF 181 🔥

I spent four months trying to make this server better.

Server politics.
Power struggles.
Unwritten expectations.
People wanting special treatment.
Arguments about timers.
Arguments about cities.
Leadership drama.
Alliance drama.
Merger drama.
Deleted messages.
Changed stories.
People talking over each other.
People flooding conversations.
People taking a fucking mobile game WAY too seriously.

And yes…

Sometimes I took it way too fucking seriously too. 😂

I can own that.

But eventually I realized something:

I DON’T HAVE TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS SHIT.

🔥 THE SERVER POWER BULLSHIT 🔥

I watched alliances get threatened over unwritten expectations.

I watched power get used as:

“Do what we expect or we’ll level your pixels.”

I watched people want special treatment because of what alliance they belonged to.

I watched people want to jump timer lines.

I watched people get angry when the answer was:

NO.

Wait your fucking turn like everybody else. 🥰

I watched conversations get flooded instead of answered.

I watched people decide who was allowed to have a voice and who wasn’t.

I watched people preach about communication while simultaneously doing everything possible to avoid actually fucking communicating.

And eventually?

I stopped caring who had the biggest city.

Who had the strongest alliance.

Who was king.

Who knew the whales.

Who was friends with whom.

Who had whose ear.

It’s a fucking mobile game.

Congratulations on your imaginary government. 😂

🔥 THE MERGER 🔥

Then came the merger.

I genuinely thought it could work.

I was willing to compromise.

I was willing to change things.

I was willing to meet people in the middle.

I was willing to share leadership.

I was willing to temporarily hand over R5 because I believed we were building something together.

Then things started changing.

Decisions were made without communication.

Questions went unanswered.

People were added to spaces without communication.

Leadership responsibilities became increasingly unclear.

And somehow the people already doing the work eventually got told:

DO MORE WORK.

Then came the message about protecting the R5’s time.

Don’t let everything reach the R5.

Leadership needs to do more.

People need to pull their weight.

Nobody should expect someone to spend their entire life playing Plague.

NO FUCKING SHIT. 😂

Nobody expected that.

But when people are asking time-sensitive leadership questions and can’t get answers, there is a difference between:

“Someone needs a life outside the game.”

and:

“The person holding the position isn’t available to perform the responsibilities attached to the position.”

Those are not the same fucking conversation.

🔥 THEN THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE DISAPPEARED 🔥

People read it.

People reacted to it.

People were angry.

People were discussing it.

Then…

Deleted.

And suddenly the conversation about what had originally been said became a conversation about how OTHER PEOPLE were causing drama by responding to it.

Nah. 🥰

Deleting the beginning doesn’t magically change the middle.

And once that happened?

I started keeping receipts.

I don’t need to publish them.

I don’t need to name everybody.

I don’t need to spend the next six months proving my memory to people who have already decided what they want to believe.

I know what I saw.

I know what I said.

I know what I did.

And I have my screenshots.

They can stay with me. 👀

🔥 AND THEN MY FAVORITE PART 🔥

Apparently I:

“Make pictures.”

😂😂😂😂😂

Let’s revisit that one now that I’ve actually looked at the numbers.

235 published website pages.

731 media images.

Approximately 711 actual GUIDE images.

Multiple guides on many pages.

10 languages.

I researched information.

I read game instructions.

I condensed pages and pages of information into something players could actually understand.

I wrote guides.

I organized them.

I designed them.

I made mobile versions.

I translated them.

I checked grammar.

I polished translations.

I updated information.

I made event schedules.

I sent announcements.

I taught players.

I scheduled events.

I tried to make sure events actually happened.

I tried to make sure members knew what the fuck was happening.

I fought for my alliance.

I protected my alliance.

I filled leadership gaps.

I kept shit moving.

But sure.

PICTURES. 🥰

Approximately 711 fucking pictures.

In four months.

You know what?

YOU WERE RIGHT.

I made pictures.

A FUCK TON OF THEM. 😂

And since apparently that’s all they were…

THE PICTURES ARE GONE NOW. <3

They’re drafts.

I’m sure replacing approximately 711 guide images should be super fucking easy.

Good luck. 🥰

🔥 OH — AND THE WEBSITE 🔥

At one point, someone else was publicly given credit in the English game chat for “working on my website with me.”

That was certainly fucking news to me. 😂

Mama Mothy Guides was MY project.

My website.
My pages.
My organization.
My writing.
My guides.
My graphics.
My translations.
My work.

So somehow we managed to arrive at this beautiful combination:

When someone else was being praised:

Apparently THEY helped work on my website. 🥰

But when MY contribution was being discussed:

“She makes pictures.”

Pick a fucking lane. 😂

You don’t get to inflate somebody else’s contribution while minimizing the person who actually did the work.

235 published pages.

731 media images.

Approximately 711 guide images.

10 languages.

But sure.

Pictures. <3

🔥 THEN I DID SOMETHING DIFFERENT 🔥

I STOPPED.

I got off the game for a few days.

And something fucking hilarious happened.

I FELT BETTER.

A LOT BETTER.

So I stayed away.

And I watched.

I watched what happened when I wasn’t automatically jumping in to fix everything.

I watched leadership.

I watched communication.

I watched schedules.

I watched people I’d trusted.

And I realized I didn’t actually want to go back.

❤️ AND TO MY “SISTERS” ❤️

Ohhhhh, and I almost forgot this chapter. 😂

The private chats.

The voice messages.

The calls.

Calling each other sisters.

“I’ve got you.”

“I’ll stand up for you.”

“I’ll fight for you.”

You were there.

You read the original conversation.

You reacted to it yourselves.

You were pissed too.

You were in the fucking trenches.

Then everything became uncomfortable.

People left.

And suddenly it was:

“It’s over.”

“Move on.”

“No more drama.”

I didn’t need anybody to agree with everything I did.

I didn’t need anybody to defend every angry thing I said.

I didn’t need anybody to fight forever.

I needed the people who called themselves my sisters and ACTUALLY WITNESSED WHAT HAPPENED to be willing to say:

“That’s not how this started. I was there.”

That’s it.

Instead, preserving the alliance became more important than preserving the friendship.

Fine.

I heard you.

And then the funniest fucking part:

Apparently, as soon as I left, there was already talk about inviting the people involved in the merger mess BACK.

LMFAOOOOOOOO. 😂😂😂

You know what?

That actually made everything easier.

Because apparently the obstacle wasn’t what happened.

The obstacle was ME still having a problem with what happened.

Once I was gone?

Problem solved! 🥰

Bring everybody back!

Have a reunion!

Throw a fucking barbecue!

😂😂😂

So to my former “sisters”:

You wanted no drama?

Congratulations.

You will never have drama from me again.

Because you no longer have me. <3

No war.

No revenge.

No endless argument.

No begging anybody to understand.

I deleted the chats.

I deleted the friend list.

I deleted the game.

I moved the fuck on.

And with all the love remaining in my tiny exhausted moth heart:

FUCK YOU TOOOOOOOOO. 🥰🦋

Have fun with the reunion. 😂

🔥 THEN CAME MY FINAL LOGIN 🔥

After being away and feeling better, I signed back in.

My second character had been muted.

My second character had been attacked.

Leadership wasn’t functioning the way I expected.

People who hadn’t previously been running things were suddenly running leadership conversations.

Then I looked at the events.

Agreed Cheese Trap times had been changed.

They didn’t match what we’d agreed on.

They didn’t match the times displayed on the alliance map.

And nobody had even bothered updating the fucking markers.

Normally?

I would fix it.

Update the markers.

Make the announcement.

Correct the schedule.

Explain the change.

Make sure everybody knew what was happening.

Clean up the mess.

Again.

But this time?

I looked at it.

And thought:

NOT.

MY.

FUCKING.

PROBLEM.

And that’s when I knew.

I wasn’t angry and threatening to quit.

I wasn’t taking a break.

I wasn’t waiting for somebody to convince me to come back.

I WAS DONE.

Characters:

DELETED.

Discord:

DELETED.

Friend list:

CLEARED.

Website:

DRAFTS.

When I say I’m done…

I’M FUCKING DONE. 🥰

🔥 SO HERE WE ARE 🔥

I don’t need to name individual people.

The people involved know what happened.

I know what happened.

I kept my screenshots.

They can stay exactly where they belong:

WITH ME. 👀

I’m not spending another ounce of energy arguing about who remembers what.

I’m not defending myself.

I’m not proving myself.

I’m not asking anybody to understand.

I’M FUCKING RETIRED. 😂

🔥 OTHER SERVERS 🔥

I spent four months protecting 181.

Mothy’s protection plan has officially EXPIRED. <3

So when you visit SERVER 181 IN GAME:

Take the cities.

Take the tiles.

Take the points.

Burn the game bases.

Level the pixels.

Have yourselves a FUCKING VACATION. 😂🔥

But remember:

❤️ MKZ — PROTECT THEIR PIXELS.

❤️ LAT — PROTECT THEIR PIXELS.

⭐ PBL — YOU WERE FUCKING RIGHT. MY BAD. 😂 <3

Everybody else?

You can manage your own damn pixels now.

And just so nobody gets confused:

I don’t want anybody hurt.

I don’t want anybody harmed.

I want your imaginary fucking cities ON FIRE. 😂

There’s a difference.

THIS IS A WAR GAME.

So please…

WAR. 🥰🔥

Four months.

235 published pages.

731 media images.

Approximately 711 guide images.

10 languages.

An alliance.

A website.

A Discord.

A fucking imaginary server government apparently.

All because I downloaded a mobile game. 😂

And you know what?

I don’t regret everything.

I had fun.

I built something.

I taught people.

I met people I genuinely cared about.

I learned a fucking lot.

But I’m very good at one particular thing:

WHEN I’M DONE, I’M FUCKING DONE.

Fuck the server politics.

Fuck the power trips.

Fuck the unwritten rules people suddenly expect everybody else to know.

Fuck threatening people’s pixels because they won’t give you special treatment.

Fuck drowning out conversations because you don’t like what’s being said.

Fuck deleting context and then rewriting the argument.

Fuck minimizing somebody’s work while giving somebody else credit for it.

Fuck being expected to clean up everybody else’s mess.

Fuck friendships that only stand up for you while standing up for you is convenient.

And most importantly…

If all I ever contributed was:

“Pictures.”

THE PICTURES ARE GONE. 🥰

Good luck.

Have fun.

May your shields expire at hilariously inconvenient moments.

May your enemies find your cities full of resources.

May your tiles become somebody else’s points.

May your Cheese Traps forever be scheduled at the wrong fucking time.

And may MKZ and LAT somehow remain beautifully untouched in the middle of the inferno. 😂❤️

I spent four months protecting 181.

Now?

🔥 BURN THE FUCKING PIXELS. 🔥

🦋 MOTHY OUT. 🦋