The Shift

The End of My Journey in There.com

When I joined There.com as Gabby095, I didn’t know what I was doing. My English is not perfect, my French doesn’t always translate the way I think, and sometimes I mix both without even noticing. But I tried my best. I came with a good heart, with creativity, with the hope to find a place where I could be myself without being judged. And honestly, at the beginning, it was beautiful. I met good people, I built stuff I never thought I could build, I created events, I had fun. It felt like a new world where imagination had no limit and where I could finally breathe a bit.

I even created different sides of myself to bring something positive. PR1ME_G0D was my light, my truth, the part of me that sees things clear and doesn’t take bullshit. Gigibelle was my soft side, my love, my kindness, the part of me that wants everyone to feel welcome. And behind all that, there was me, Gabby095, the real person trying to make something good, trying to bring something different, trying to give more than I received.

But with time, things changed. The light started to fade. Not because I changed, but because the world around me did. Some people judged me fast. Every beginner mistake I made, they acted like I did it on purpose. Instead of helping me, they blamed me. Instead of patience, I got attitude. And yeah, I lived racism too. Some Americans stuck in their own bubble, thinking their country is the best, thinking they know everything, treating others like they are less because they don’t speak perfect English. They talk like they are the center of the universe, like the world ends at their border. That hurt. A lot. I never expected that in a virtual world where everyone is supposed to be equal.

And the worst part is that some of these people act like they are “popular” in a virtual world, but in real life nobody knows them. They shine only behind a screen. They forget that real humans exist on the other side. They forget that words hurt. They forget that not everyone comes from the same place or the same culture. They forget that respect is not optional. They forget that being “somebody” in a virtual world doesn’t make you a king in real life.

And while all that was happening, the world itself was falling apart. Bugs everywhere, crashes, lag, errors, updates that fix one thing and break ten more. New players arrive excited, but they leave fast because they can’t fix anything. And even if the company tries, it’s too much for the few employees left. They can’t fight all the drama, all the problems, all the technical issues. It’s not their fault. It’s just too big for them alone. And because of that, many people don’t come back. The world gets smaller, the problems get bigger, and the bad seeds get louder.

In a small community, the same people repeat the same drama again and again. They talk about love, joy, unity, but most of the time it’s just for show. Pretty words with no actions behind them. They say they want peace, but they create chaos. They say they want community, but they push people away. They say they want fun, but they destroy it for others. And like in real life, it only takes one bad person to ruin the experience for many good ones.

My suspension was the moment everything became clear. Not because of the punishment, but because I saw how fast a few voices can twist the truth. How fast the light can be covered by shadows. How fast the good memories can disappear when the negativity becomes too heavy. I realized that even if I give my time, my creativity, my energy, my good intentions, it only takes a few people to destroy everything. And I’m tired of fighting shadows.

That’s when I understood something important. As beautiful as virtual worlds can be, the real world is still there waiting for us. Waiting for us to put our energy where it matters. The real world is not perfect, but at least when something is broken, we can fix it. Nothing is impossible unless we decide to give up. In the real world, we can grow, we can heal, we can build something that lasts. In the real world, people see you for who you are, not for your avatar or your accent.

I don’t want to give up. I want to keep my light. But to do that, I need to step away. Some people choose to live in the shadows, and my light blinds them. They prefer darkness. I prefer the sun. The real warmth. The real human connection. The place where my energy can actually help someone. I choose the daylight because that’s where real life is. That’s where real people are. That’s where I belong.

I don’t know what will happen after my suspension. Maybe everything will be reset. Maybe nothing will. But honestly, I don’t think I’ll come back. Not because I’m angry, but because I finally understand where my light belongs. I choose the real world. I choose the people who care. I choose the ones who don’t hide behind a screen to feel important.

So this is not a goodbye. It’s a shift. From virtual light to real light. From illusions to truth. From shadows to warmth. This is my last post, and my final word on this blog.

— Gabby095 (PR1ME_G0D, Gigibelle)