Players came and went, and eventually the game began rotating through various GM's, and as it did so, these new players who were there (I was the only original character or player still in the game) just kept pissing me off. Things came to a head when we had this chick who was in love with the Amberverse running the game, and it was tedius hell to play in. So... eventually, this marine who everyone could count on to save the day, fix the world, became disenchanted with the whole idea and stopped caring about how it was fixed, just that it got fixed. On that day, the William Richardson you see was in essence born as he butchered a the group simply because he couldn't figure out which person was the root of the problem.
Since then, I've used the character a few different times over the years in a few online writings I did. I used to e-fed a lot, and if you have never heard of that, good, stay away from it. Basically it's just writing stories about a made up wrestler and his life in a wrestling federation. Oh there is lots of drama, politics, and fun, but it's also a huge headache. But from that, I met up with a few friends online and we decided we hated wrestling and wanted something a bit darker, so we created a game called Merc, which was all about these big collaborative stories we were telling that involved contract killers doing freelance missions for an old one legged jewish guy in new york. Most of the characters were odd in their own ways, and some fell on the nastier side of the story, but I saw a niche I wanted to try to fill and I did so. William became a raging pschotic ex US Marine. Some of the things I wrote about him doing had people cheering, others laughing, and eventually William died in the storyline by killing his arch nemesis who was also the biggest good guy we had.
But I digress, and as I said, sorry about that.