Avalon is more than a glorified meeting place for you to braid your friends'
hair. It is a land driven by conflict, by blood and tears and steel. As much
as you would like to pretend otherwise, that is what it is.
Perhaps instead of spending so much time moaning about dying on the BB, you
should instead look to self-improvement. Myself and many others have made
you the offer of help, but consider that withdrawn, at least on my part,
until your bout of insanity has passed. Until then, perhaps you might want
to get comfortable in your cabin on the ship of death. I'll speak to the
Angel on your behalf and bespeak you a private room for you to contemplate
the magnitude of the mistake you made by bibbling on in a public forum, as
though anyone actually cares.
Enjoy your trips.
Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 13th of Midwinter, in the year 1379.