Oh and hatred is a good excitement
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Status updates, huh? Who needs those anyways, pfft
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I figured I should update my status. Tada!
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What IS on my mind?
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N I S Q H O G
Loves Teddy Bears｜Twenty Something｜Can't Speak Russian｜Is Potat
THE MORE AWESOMEST POTATO:
Let me properly introduce myself. I am Sir Spud the Fourth, and I have been a potato for the longest time ever. I never denied it to be completely honest, but it is only recently that I embraced it. Now I have evolved from a simple couch potato to a fully grown royal potato. A dapper kawaii potato. And I dare say, knowing that you are a spud, makes life a lot easier. Just chill and let everyone else care about all their meaningless things because at the end of the day you'll know: chilling is the way to go.
I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination might as well be my middle name. But that doesn't mean I ONLY rest. Sometimes a 'tato gotta do what a 'tato gotta do. And if that something happens to be things I like, then you cannot find anyone better than me. I am an omnipotent being capable of virtually any task to a limited degree, and I am not shy to admit it. I may not be the MOST AWESOMEST in a thing, but I am sure as hell MORE AWESOMEST than most people are at everything. But hey, I'm not here to brag, even if I am probabaly better at it than you
THE DREAMER:
All those nights laying in my couch, I thought about the cool shit that I cannot do. That I cannot see. But I pictured them in front of myself like they were real, and that infuraited me. Then I found the Guild, and I lived happily after. I have been on the site for 2 years now, and I have seen many RPs, and played with many people. I wish I have found the site earlier, but I am glad that I've even found it. Now all those fantasies can be written down and my mind can rest at ease at night, without being constantly troubled by ideas.
When I RP, I love myself some good Sci-Fi or Fantasy. But hey I am filthy casual, I can go for anything with an interesting setting. I don't trouble myself on small details if the plot is good, but if you get somwthing wrong you can expect me to tell you about it. Some even go as far as to think that I am angry or something, but I am too chill for that. If anything I'm more of the funny type, so you can expect me to try and write some shitty jokes or post memes I found on the internet. Anyways, you'll see what I mean when we RP together.
THE ARTIST:
Used to be something else here, but I'm happy to say that it's replaced because of a positive change. I now work as a full-time 3D artist in the animation industry, churning out shot after shot for some of your favorite game intros and trailers. Can't say anything about them before you even ask, and even though I'm still new to the industry I love it and I already know that this will be my passion for a long time. So hopefully in a few years I'll have a proud portfolio of animations that were done by yours truly that I can show off to all the lovely people of the guild.
THE LOVER OF STUFF:
Now I may have hobbies like the above mentioned, but there are some more things that I love in life. Here is a handy list of things you can always talk about with me:
- Gaming: This one I am quite proud of, I'm a serious gamer with capital G. Not as much time for it nowadays, but still true.
- Music: All kinds of electronic music, but I am a sucker for Queen and Powerwolf. Or Breakbot... anything music.
- Anime: We all have an Otaku in us, but it's bigger for some people. For me it's just big enough.
WORDS OF WISDOM:
Be chill folks, getting fed up about stuff is a recipe for disaster. You gotta learn to be patient and let things go, or you'll end up a wrinkly old man/woman with only bad memories about life. Even if you do fuck-all every day, you can live a content life by taking things easy. With that said, as always, stay safe and stay classy.
Most Recent Posts
@Ryuzaki I am disgusted by all those who live by power. Thrall is also rich, and you can see that he still hates those who go overboard with power. And those who use it for no good, and to torment others. So you can see. You'll see later why.
@The Narrator Haha same here :P
@The Narrator I saw your shadow lurking around the topic. What have you been doing, watching over the posts?
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Braving the New World - Science/Fantasy Crossover NRP (co-GM needed!)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Willy Vereb I would also love to help. Could sort out the NS and the armies.
Took me long enough. In my head it sounded amazing, but I don't know about it written. Let you be my judge.
It was raining. And on the muddy fields of Hallsenber there were many cheerful faces. They all celebrated him, and even the rain couldn't break their morale. He tried to look at the town once again before they leave, but he failed. The gloomy weather, and the cosy warmth inside made it almost impossible to see throught he glass. He could cach a few gliumpse of happy faces, then with a sudden pull the carriage started. It was nothing extraordinary, but it was mighty enough for a man like him. It was padded with finest leatherworks from Halsen, and two beautiful white mares in leather clothes pulled it.
He sat down on his chair and took a deep breath. The carriage was big enough to fit a coffe table, an armchair and a small bookshelf. He poured a glass of tea for himself and took a sip. Fine Halsen tea. He put the cup back on the table, then grabbed the book that was lying on the table. He opened it with a small sigh. The trip was long, and the book was thick. Even the ride through the familiar wheat fields and animal stocks, looked grim. Heavy fog slept on the lands, and one could barely see anything. With a small sigh he starte reading the book, his minds filled with thoughts.
A loud knock. Then another. Suddenly Thrall woke up and looked out the window. They arrived at the capital. What a cheerful bunch these people are. All the happy faces throwing rocks at them. Pathetic. His book was in his lap, and it was nearly finished. But he read all he wanted to read. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. He wanted to pour another cup of tea, but no tea was left. With a small sigh, he put the cup back, slightly opened the curtains.
He wanted to look out the window, but he feared that one of the angry folks would hit him. He quickly gave up this idea, with the fear of dying before achieving anything here. Or even having to lie in bed for weeks. Just as he gave up the idea, he saw another ambassador getting hit by a stone. It was Ella Halore, and she quickly pulled his head back, leaving a faint flower drop to the ground. She was always of a proud and egoic nature. As much as he was a silent and peaceful nature, he wished that the stone was bigger, or the villager more accurate.
He pulled the curtains back, and grabbed another book. It was much smaller, and was covered in carved leather. He opened it and started to flip the pages. After some searching he wrote something on a page fairly empty. With a gloomy face, he looked through the narrow gap in the curtains.
It was a very hot day.
After a long trip to the palace, they finally arrived. His back was aching painfully, and every step was hard to make. The servants opened the door, and took his luggage. He nodded at the servant who opened the door, making it bow even harder. With small and careful steps he followed the others inside, after the steward finished his speech.
The Hallway was long and axtravagant. He was used to simple designs, and this hallway bred a small disgust in him. Soon they reached the throne room, and the new king. A young child of proud nature. He wanted to play the adult, yet he clearly failed. Empty lies and threats, he was nothing more than a child. Thankfully Thrall knew how to deal with people like the new king. He examined the other ambassadors during the speech. There was four of them, and they all seemed unnerved. Even the priest who let a servant go, even though it bumped into him, looked nervous. He knew all of them well. He psent his last weeks at Halsen researching, and finding out their backgrounds.
He was the first to announce himself. He bowed gently and told his name and rank: "Shak Teel, Right Hand of Lord Robert"
The others replied in a similar way, apart from Ella. He knew that she would mean problems. Her nature disgusted him even more than all the fancy decorations in the palace.
He joined the others as they left, but kept a small distance. Soon the Priest left, then the 2 girl ambassadors tormented a servant. Child's paly nothing more. How could the High Scholar of the Pale Moors do it? How could she reach that rank even? Thrall wondered what else he could think about the ambassador, but nothing came. He hated people from the Pale Moors. Slimy bastards always showing off. A servant passed by, and he asked where the library was. After pointed the right way, he made his way towards the house of knowledge.
He sat down on his chair and took a deep breath. The carriage was big enough to fit a coffe table, an armchair and a small bookshelf. He poured a glass of tea for himself and took a sip. Fine Halsen tea. He put the cup back on the table, then grabbed the book that was lying on the table. He opened it with a small sigh. The trip was long, and the book was thick. Even the ride through the familiar wheat fields and animal stocks, looked grim. Heavy fog slept on the lands, and one could barely see anything. With a small sigh he starte reading the book, his minds filled with thoughts.
A loud knock. Then another. Suddenly Thrall woke up and looked out the window. They arrived at the capital. What a cheerful bunch these people are. All the happy faces throwing rocks at them. Pathetic. His book was in his lap, and it was nearly finished. But he read all he wanted to read. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. He wanted to pour another cup of tea, but no tea was left. With a small sigh, he put the cup back, slightly opened the curtains.
He wanted to look out the window, but he feared that one of the angry folks would hit him. He quickly gave up this idea, with the fear of dying before achieving anything here. Or even having to lie in bed for weeks. Just as he gave up the idea, he saw another ambassador getting hit by a stone. It was Ella Halore, and she quickly pulled his head back, leaving a faint flower drop to the ground. She was always of a proud and egoic nature. As much as he was a silent and peaceful nature, he wished that the stone was bigger, or the villager more accurate.
He pulled the curtains back, and grabbed another book. It was much smaller, and was covered in carved leather. He opened it and started to flip the pages. After some searching he wrote something on a page fairly empty. With a gloomy face, he looked through the narrow gap in the curtains.
It was a very hot day.
After a long trip to the palace, they finally arrived. His back was aching painfully, and every step was hard to make. The servants opened the door, and took his luggage. He nodded at the servant who opened the door, making it bow even harder. With small and careful steps he followed the others inside, after the steward finished his speech.
The Hallway was long and axtravagant. He was used to simple designs, and this hallway bred a small disgust in him. Soon they reached the throne room, and the new king. A young child of proud nature. He wanted to play the adult, yet he clearly failed. Empty lies and threats, he was nothing more than a child. Thankfully Thrall knew how to deal with people like the new king. He examined the other ambassadors during the speech. There was four of them, and they all seemed unnerved. Even the priest who let a servant go, even though it bumped into him, looked nervous. He knew all of them well. He psent his last weeks at Halsen researching, and finding out their backgrounds.
He was the first to announce himself. He bowed gently and told his name and rank: "Shak Teel, Right Hand of Lord Robert"
The others replied in a similar way, apart from Ella. He knew that she would mean problems. Her nature disgusted him even more than all the fancy decorations in the palace.
He joined the others as they left, but kept a small distance. Soon the Priest left, then the 2 girl ambassadors tormented a servant. Child's paly nothing more. How could the High Scholar of the Pale Moors do it? How could she reach that rank even? Thrall wondered what else he could think about the ambassador, but nothing came. He hated people from the Pale Moors. Slimy bastards always showing off. A servant passed by, and he asked where the library was. After pointed the right way, he made his way towards the house of knowledge.
@The Narrator hehe >:D
Damnit. This RP is way too slow and quiet. We need more people who can post
@The Narrator I can feel we will be good friends in the IC... fufufu
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