Tales of the Admins

[Garrett Jax]

Garrett Jax sat at his desk, fired up his monitor and started to read the prayers sent to him from the foolish mortals. Sometimes their requests involved simple, easy things. Other times, their requests were elaborate and complicated. Garrett had to be careful when answering the latter. A yes to one request, might ruin the lives of countless others. Unlike the mortals, the Greens were forced to have a broader perspective on things. Sometimes, for the greater good, the answer had to be no.

The first prayer involved moving a couple bases from one system to another. Hard no, Garrett thought. Not a great idea for those mortals who would now have to deal with three bases instead of just one in that system.

It was not easy saying no. Well, actually it was, but it was the whining that he had to contend with after the no, which was not easy to deal with. Accusations of being lazy, uncreative and inconsiderate were thrown about. Someone even suggested that the ADMINs recoup them for their loss. How self-entitled, Garrett mused. The Greens didn’t tell them to build there. The Greens set the rules very clearly in place beforehand. Certainly, it was no fault of his own they chose not to read them. Maybe they thought they were more deserving than other mortals, entitled to special consideration? Too bad. The answer is still no.

Garrett fired up the next prayer. Actually, it was more of a statement than a prayer. It read, Garrett Jax is an a**hole. Garrett Jax is a muppet. I don’t participate in muppet Jax events. Oh, thought Garrett. This guy again. It was comical how angry some mortals got. He read the comments over and over, laughing each time. He imagined the mortal, red in the face, stomping up and down in some sort of silly tantrum. I’M NOT PARTICIPATING IN YOUR EVENTS, MUPPET JAX. Some people were just determined to not let themselves have fun and even went so far as to try to convince others from enjoying themselves too. What a sad little man.

The next prayer also involved an event. It was request to join. Why yes, Garrett said with a smile. Yes, you may.

Garrett quickly went down the prayers one by one. Requests for missing equipment, Barges, lost ships...

Yes, yes and yes, he stamped.

Finally, he came across the last prayer. It wasn’t a request at all. It was simply a statement of gratitude. Thanks, Garrett for all you do. Love the events. Keep up the great work.

Garrett made a copy of that prayer and pinned it on a board above his monitor. There were a few there that said similar things. Comments like that made everything he did worthwhile. It was a joy to serve those who expressed appreciation for what the Greens DID do for them.

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