This site originally started out as "Messiah's Final Fantasy VII Site" back in June of 2000. I had seen many sites out there boasting of fanfics galore along with fanart donated by people, and felt a little antsy to get my own going. Thus I created that, beginning my long and glorious career of fanficdom...yeah right. No one e-mailed me with reviews of it or anything, and I had a total of 2 stories on there. Not exactly the greatest site ever created...
After a few more weeks I decided to give the place a name change (Tash's RPG Heaven), along with a semi-uplift. I added something called "The Lounge Archives," a continuing series filled with fluff and humor. I used it as comic releif to make my site seem a little more alive, instead of a peice of sponge on the bottom of the seabed. It worked. I was feeling good about myself, and after monumental pleading I finally got fanmail...one letter which had a total of two sentances. Two sentances! Ye gods, all I got was a two sentance note that was from a person who couldn't even be made to capitalize his words. =P I know I shouldn't complain, but come on!
Well, that was when I did the impossible...I put my site on the search engines. And I am aware it was really dumb of me not to do it before, but I'd never even made a website before and I was still learning HTML...still am, but I'm getting better. Well guess what happened? Go on, guess. Oh alright, I'll tell you. I STILL DIDN'T RECIEVE ANY BLOODY FANMAIL!! *pants* Okay, I'm calm now. However, i did get a lot more hits on my site. That cheered me up a lot more. And a friend of mine from another site I go to e-mailed me two of his stories to go along with one of mine in the fanfic section. Yep, all was going well indeed.
Then disaster struck. Okay, maybe not disaster persay, but I was grounded from the computer. Woe unto me! Thyself was spied upon typing into yonder chatroom (Translation: I was caught going into a chatroom). Grounded for months...I couldn't even get near a computer without my mother jumping on me and punishing me to the dank recesses of my room. Then I discovered something which was appealing to my sense of evil. Lo and behold, the laptop of my father which he had oh-so-happened to be stupid enough to leave out lying in public. As soon as I got my hands on that baby, i started her up and got onto the chatroom. I admit that I neglected my site during that time because I was too busy enjoying myself. I'm sure you all know the feeling of being tired of looking after something that was a chore.
I finally did get up off my lazy arse and update. Cool backgrounds (I finally learned how to do background images), including a cute little poem I wrote which I wanted to work into a new plot for the Lounge Archives. I was slowly but surely weaning myself subconscously off the site without my knowing it and one day, a few months later, realized I didn't give a damn. I wandered around lost for a while because I had lost my spark, both on my own site and the site I roleplay at. Yet I didn't want to give up all that I had worked for during my time doing this. What was I to do?
Then it came to me. Why not make a new site for myself? No worrying about not getting fan-mail, not making things so that other people will be happy...just for me. If i were an adult this would be considered a mid-life crisis, but since I'm not we'll call it using my brain. So I made the switch from geocities to angelfire and started redoing everything to my own specifications. This started back in March, but I decided to make this place the best I could for the one-year anniversary of my geocities site. But that didn't work either. I got lazy, and slacked off. So finally in August, with school about to start again, I realized i was dissapointing those loyal fans of mine who come here to check this place out. The rest is history...that, and it's on the update page.
Wow, this was certainly longer than what I had anticipated! I guess more went on in the history than I realized. I want to say hi to some of my friends who most likely will read this, who shall remain nameless for safety reasons...you know who you are, and if you don't I'll tell you later. Ja ne.
- Demosthenes