This is a message to all my slaves. You are free. All of you. No exceptions. This mansion will be operated by rubber drones from now on.

From the beginning, I made this project with one objective: Having customers who will pay to use my place and rubber resources to have fun with a victim. ( see my first pieces called customer service ).

Soon I started to have requests from people who wanted to become my slaves. And I accepted them. They liked my art, they liked my gallery, I didn't want them to feel rejected, and soon grew used to have slaves, even made some of my own.

From here, everything started to go down. I thought it wasn't a big deal at the beginning. I used to return home from work, get on the computer, and the Skype started to pop up. One, two, three slaves, all of them eager for Master Buns. I indulged them.
I indulged everyone who wanted a go with master Buns. Soon my Skype was flooded with people engaging slave RP. The mansion turned into an obligation to provide my slaves with RP.

I started to dodge.turned my Skype in a DnD by default. Ignored conversations openings.
But i kept having more and more notes on my FA. People I never met before talking to me as an old friend and beloved master.

I turned cold and bitter. So did my replies. I started to shake people off me with grumpiness and a distant attitude, since kind words proved to be useless.

Finally, I started to get results. My Skype is calm again. The same type of calm you find in a sterile deforested place.
This account has changed me. For bad. I'm now a sore grumpy guy with absolutely no motivation to draw. My account turned into a burden to me, and I lost contact with many friends.

I'm not going to point fingers, its also my fault for opening too much, and not knowing when to say No.
In more than one occasion, I thought about the easy way, deleting this page, easy and fast. Still tempting, but I'm gonna try to do things right.

The project is going back to his roots: No slaves, just customers.
Also, I'm going to work to be my old self again. And not going to worry If I reject people who are only interested into RP. I can't please everyone, tried once, went out of hands.

It's time to rebuild.

Special thanks to my good friend, who warmed me with his affection in my darkest moments, who didn't address to Buns as master but with his first name. Thanks for not making me feel as a master but a person.
It's thanks to you that we are all reading this boring journal instead of a "the user has voluntarily disabled this page".

I don't want to finish without apologizing to my friends for my behavior.

Take care all of you.