I have kept my roleplay stories alive over the years, I recount them to my wife who constantly reminds me that I already told her that one. I have never really stopped rping, and my stories and the memories and friends they created mean a lot to me. I started in 98 because I was in computer class and already knew everything we were talking about, so I just rped on yahoo during class and made 100s on all my papers. I looked forward to going to college just for that reason alone. I remember also rping in my html class as well, but again I already knew the material. I rped in two classes four days a week and then at home after cleaning and preparing dinner for the kids. Sometimes I'd just crash out on the couch and watch DBZ, Gundam Wing (One of the best animes, very thought provoking), or Sailor Moon with my daughter and son.
I met a lot of people irl that rped on yahoo, my friend Candice had a clan on yahoo called the Ravenhearts and she would come over when I dmed or my friend dmed our tabletop games. We'd sit there and talk about various people we had met on yahoo chat like it was a collectable card game. Over the years I have stayed in touch or the same sphere of influence with most of the people I met during that time. I encountered Varsinax on wow by complete accident one day in battlegrounds. He probably doesn't remember, but it is like yesterday in my memory, because out of all the places to find a name that strikes up old memories that was the last place. My stories are like my sixth child, I have nurtured them and watched them grow, and I look on them with pride at what they have become.