To those familiar with
MUDs,
MUCKs,
MOOs, or anything similar, and have introduced their
romantic interest to said place... Perhaps this
scenario is familiar.
Things have quieted down - it's getting late and most of the
excitement has gone to bed with the sun. Or, at least, the sun in
three time zones west of you. You have managed to
locate and meet your
closest friend once again, and after going over
the day's events, the conversation runs out and you settle down for some
good, solid snuggling... The obligatory whispered
sweet nothings are exchanged, and as the
inevitable kiss approaches, time itself seems to hold its breath, the moment
crystallizes, shimmering and coruscating in space...
And
the lag hits like a ton of bricks.
The words '
has disconnected' attach to your
other half's name like
parasitic vines choking the lifeblood from a tree. And you sit there, cursing against
the fickle nature of the internet.
Thank you for taking the time to read my brief
rant on lag and
why it sucks.