Closing Doors

Hey there. Not many people know me now. They don't see me. They've forcefully blocked me out.

I've been deep inside a sea of codes and files ever since I joined this game. Honestly, it's not bad until you really get that craving for something valuable. That's called greed in my terms. I know I'm not the smartest, but who am I, anyway?

You can call me Goldiefox. I know I still scratch the surface with this game "Animal Jam," but I know that I did a bad thing. It's been a few years since I've really been noticed. I'm not the man himself, but rather the wolf. I kinda wish I wasn't under the control of someone to say what I did. Now that I have my freedom... well... not really, I can at least speak my own words.

I did a lot of bad things under the influence of another person's power- that's how it always is here. In this place "Jamaa," everyone's basically under the control of some sort of person. I have decided to call them Players, not that everyone else has, but I had created that name back in my "innocence days," the days I had first been created. I wasn't bad until the so-called Player decided to go on a rare rampage. I'm just the wolf he used for these bad things.

It's quiet here. I'm in a place where the Players can't reach me. The Alphas of this sick world have locked me away so I wouldn't be used for such terror. Maybe this is for the better, but it's really lonely. I don't have anyone to talk to now that I can say what I wish. It's like they're closing doors on me. I do have a bit of freedom.

This area is just ones and zeroes on black walls and floor, really. They make us all up. I don't know who I really am or even my name. They give us names. We don't have the right to choose them. There's our animal name, and then there's the Player name- the "Username." It also comes with a code that only they know, a "Password." A word that allows you to get into control. A word that lets you pass. When they weren't controlling us, we were sorta locked away in darkness until they came back. That's our only free time. I hear that some animals are locked away for years, nonstop, never being able to see the light of Jamaa. Maybe I'm lucky that I'm in this room and not there. There's some light here.

I glow in the darkness of this room. I could call myself lucky. There's a lot of open, endless space, but there's nothing here but numbers and files and codes galore. I'm made of gold. It's not my fault that I'm suffering in such a sick, cruel manner like this. At least I have sense now. I've really awoken over time. I don't know what days are anymore, minutes, hours, years, months, whatever order they go in. I just sit here until maybe, just maybe one day I will be erased.

If you're where I am, you're the luckiest jammer in the world to be erased. It's for the best. Pain for only a split second. That's just my theory. It's a one in a billion chance, in my own words. You get to start a new life under another's control, and life could possibly get better from there. It's like starting from scratch. The Player that makes you might treat you the same in your past life you'd forget, or they'll pamper you up, or somewhere in that zone. I'm not a god here, so I don't know everything.

Alphas seem to be controlled by some people of high command. I call them "Creators." They behave differently. They know what's right and wrong. They don't commit crime, but rather stop it. I envy the Alphas of Jamaa. They have the highest power, as I know of now, and probably all I'll know about them. They're not like us jammers who are forced to do things under unknown hands, unknown minds, like we're puppets on strings. I wish a lot of us could be treated well.

Well... I could go on, but I'm not really up for it. I know I can't be free as of now. I've seen the bright white lock that binds me to this room I'd never call home sweet home. I should just stop worrying and chatting to nobody about this. I'm talking to myself. Gosh, Goldie. Always imagining that someone's there, listening to your theory...

Is someone there?