TenTonHammer.com - Taking MMO Gamers to the Next Level!

And now, the end is near...
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case - of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life thats full.
I've traveled each and every highway...
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...

You have to love Sinatra.

Mob ties, and having guys whacked back when getting whacked by another guy didn't make you a chest-waxer as much as it made you "dead" aside, Frankie had class. He knew when to take the stage, he knew how to give one hell of a show, and most importantly of all...

...he knew when it was time to say goodnight.

I hadn't planned on announcing this just yet, as there are several things I'm still cessing out in the porn damaged frontal lobes of my mind, but with the new (and I apologize for, unannounced) change, I figured now was as good as any a time to announce something that's been gnawing at me for a while.

So....without further ado, as I have very little ado as it is...

This will be my last month with Ten Ton Hammer.

THIS is where I would have some odd pic showing a mixture of shock, awe, and cleavage, but I haven't figured out exactly how to add them in this new craptastic format yet, so everyone just imagine a big breasted woman who looks shocked. Got it? Good.

First and foremost - let me start by saying that it has nothing to do with the new formatting here. As much as it is annoying, a massive change, and takes away from the normalness that you're used to, it is only change - which is why it bothers you so much.

Everyone HATES change.

Change is scary. Change is bad. And change pulls us from our comfort zones and makes us re-adjust, which is why it comes off as scary and/or bad, when in reality - it can be a very good thing. So PLEASE note - for all of my mocking of this new format (And yes. There will be mocking. Oh. SO much mocking.) My decision to leave has nothing to do with this change. My decision to leave comes from a single source...

You guys.

No, I don't mean I got a nasty e-mail and was chased away. Let's face it; if I ran off with every hate-o-gram I recieved, I would have never made it three years.

The truth is, I've been feeling the grind for a little while yet, and even if you guys haven't noticed - or were too polite to say anything - I've felt like I've been running in circles. Sure the columns are still decent (Ha.) and the topics are still fresh (double ha.) but I feel that I've had nothing to TRULY offer you in quite some time, and that's not fair to you, the reader.

I don't want to become blase. I don't want to be a smile instead of a laugh, a chuckle instead of a stifled laughfest that almost gets you fired because you shouldn't be reading this at work, or just a polite nod where there should have been mirth.

NOTHING scares me more than becoming tired, predictable, and old hat - so I refuse to do it.

Three years is an amazing run. I've averaged about 10 thousand words a week between here and other site projects, and to give "new" and "creative" (both in brackets because even during my euology you bastards are heartless) content on a daily basis with little to no fail is something that I am damn proud of.

But again, I fear.
(There would so be a picture of a clown right here. DAMN YOU NEW FORMATING SYSTEM THAT COULD HAVE WAITED OUT THE MONTH!!)

I fear stagnating, become "that guy", and not delivering as I want or intend. This has always been a joy for me, something easy, something fun - but lately it has felt forced, and too much like an obligation or "work" for me to continue without that fear.

Don't blame Ten Ton Hammer - they have been an amazing home to me, and I'm honored to have been part of the team. This place has been more than a site - it has been a home and a comfort, and I am better for the honor of being allowed a place here.

Don't blame the blog changes. Sure they suck and come at a REALLY crappy time - but honestly, they make Ten Ton Hammer more uniform, and aside from my little slice of oddity, they really are an improvement to the site.

They just don't work for blogs. At all.

The comments, the personalities, and the players that came every day made Not Funny...Ever what it was, and breathed life into something that would have been "just another" had it been different.

And lastly, I pray that you don't blame me. As much as I am an attention whore and I love the spotlight to no end - after a while, even my eyes begin to sting as I start to squint.

If you have to blame ANYONE, blame RadarX. Not because he deserves it, (He totally doesn't. RadarX is as large a part of NFE as I am. An editor, a set bar, a source of inspriation, and a true friend.) but because he's the perfect scapegoat and he needs the hate. He kinda feeds on it.

I realize, again with the column ending and no comments that there is going to be anger, backlash and even ...worse yet.... lack of boobie pics sent to me, (Which..gods. I will miss.) and no place to vent as there are no comments. So I ask, if you would like to comment, flood the TTH forums (because THAT would crack me up to no end) or send me an e-mail at:

Coyote@Tentonhammer.com or GPACoyote@gmail.com (my personal e-mail) with the Subject "Can't. Dead." and I'll make sure that your opinions and comments get the limelight and feedback that they always have, and truly deserve.

As for the rest of the month - I'm still writing, I'll be here as always, and since we're leaving we'll try to break some rules, introduce some new games or maybe a contest, and make the saying goodbye as easy as we can.

And then we'll all get drunk and naked.

-Coyote

RadarX Edit: Through the magic and power of knowing how to use the Drupal system you can comment right here or just below if you haven't seen the above links. Yes you will have to register but this is your LAST opportunity to publically mock him, so take five minutes. We'll miss you man.