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Ariamis
pugbutterYeah, I guess you're right...
As long as the insurance covers it, we should be golden.
As long as the insurance covers it, we should be golden.
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Okay, let's give it a goo
3 yrs ago
I want to write, but don't ever seem to have the drive anymore. Every time I come back to this place and pop in to see how things are going, I want to come back. But I just can't seem to stick around.
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5 yrs ago
At this point I think it’s safe to say I hate college, since I’m in my graduating semester with 6 classes, but I’m also pretty anxious about whatever will happen once I’m finally done.
5 yrs ago
That last month of the semester hit me real hard, but so begins the recovery process. I just want to chill out for a bit without having to think about another academic paper...
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5 yrs ago
Haha yeet all you fams listen up; smash that futhamuckin like button and hit them haters in their pig-ass faces with a DEEP DISH DABBERONI PIZZAAAAA
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It's been 4 years so I may as well put something in here, right?
I tend to enjoy worlds verging on the bleaker side of things, not really sure why. I like 'em gritty and somewhat grounded, with a reasonable amount of realism (fun takes priority though, ofc). I guess I just like having a sense that defeat is right around the corner, though overwhelming odds are always best saved for those wonderful moments when everyone feels like a total badass regardless of victory or defeat.
I've really wanted to find an RP set in the worlds of Red Dead, Hunt: Showdown, For Honor, the Metro series, and a few others I can't remember at the moment. Any time I look I come up empty-handed, but I'd still like to find one.
I tend to enjoy worlds verging on the bleaker side of things, not really sure why. I like 'em gritty and somewhat grounded, with a reasonable amount of realism (fun takes priority though, ofc). I guess I just like having a sense that defeat is right around the corner, though overwhelming odds are always best saved for those wonderful moments when everyone feels like a total badass regardless of victory or defeat.
I've really wanted to find an RP set in the worlds of Red Dead, Hunt: Showdown, For Honor, the Metro series, and a few others I can't remember at the moment. Any time I look I come up empty-handed, but I'd still like to find one.
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I'm getting Dark Souls vibes here. Bad shit always happens when you touch things, except when it doesn't!
Welcome to the guild, mate!
I do so hope that you enjoy your stay here, we've got so very many padded rooms! They're so comfy cause you can sleep anywhere you like! All your new neighbors and future friends are pretty cool people too, but... sometimes you'll find a bad egg - though that's why we have those strong people with badges and sticks to take the bad people away. And if you stay for long enough, I hear they give you this cool jacket with long sleeves! I do so hope you enjoy your stay!
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Hopefully you enjoyed that. I wanted to make a bunch of chess puns, but I couldn't come up with enough so I just went with an insane asylum. Anyways, uh... yeah, seeya around!
I do so hope that you enjoy your stay here, we've got so very many padded rooms! They're so comfy cause you can sleep anywhere you like! All your new neighbors and future friends are pretty cool people too, but... sometimes you'll find a bad egg - though that's why we have those strong people with badges and sticks to take the bad people away. And if you stay for long enough, I hear they give you this cool jacket with long sleeves! I do so hope you enjoy your stay!
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Hopefully you enjoyed that. I wanted to make a bunch of chess puns, but I couldn't come up with enough so I just went with an insane asylum. Anyways, uh... yeah, seeya around!
One of the individuals at Mendax's table was a man with cheeseburgers for hands and chilidogs for feet, who had been examining his new scrumptiously delicious appendages rather than listening to poor old Mendax speak. That is, until the creepy old guy in a mask mentioned that there was "noo way back" or... something like that. Cheeseburger-hands-man simply started screaming at the top of his lungs, which were now two slices of pickle so his scream sounded less like a scream and... well... more like someone trying to gargle acid after just having inhaled some helium. As he screamed, or... gargle-squeaked I suppose, he wondered to what in the bazinga was going on here. What the hell bazinga is going on here?! Wait... why did I just censor hell bazinga with bazinga? The chilidogfoot-man-with-cheeseburger-hands stopped his annoying screaming, and realized he shouldn't say such bad words.
"Maybe I shouldn't say such... hey, wait a second!" Said the pickle-lunged man, who's voice was too annoyingly squeaky and wet... wet is a sound, right? You know what? I don't care, his voice was wet. Wait... now I'm off track, where was I? Hold on, let me reread my little fanfiction novel- I mean... let me remember now. Ah, yes! His voice was so annoyingly squeaky and wet that nobody else could understand him but me, which made him sad rather than angry, because nobody wanted to hear more screaming.
But this man was indeed a fighter. A feisty sort, possibly due to the spicy salsa running through his veins, but he was also a thinker like the great Apollo! Or was that Apostle? Aristotle? Aeropostale? Arona? My Corona? I don't remember exactly, but what I do remember is that cheeseburger-hands-man-with-pickle-lungs-and-chilidog-feet was a thinker. Just like Hansel and Gretel when they had to get home after eating too much grilled buttered eel one night, but remembered they did not have a designated driver.
You know what? Maybe he wasn't so smart after all. Not only did he just mindlessly eat his hand while thinking about where he was, but he believed this all to be a dream. Laugh Out Loud, as the cool youths say, it's not a DReAM. Whoopsie tootsie, that was one doozy daffodil right there. Oh! Where are my manners? I'm incredibly so- huh... I don't remember putting them on the top shelf, give me a second wood you?
Ah, there we are. Thanks for waiting.
"Maybe I shouldn't say such... hey, wait a second!" Said the pickle-lunged man, who's voice was too annoyingly squeaky and wet... wet is a sound, right? You know what? I don't care, his voice was wet. Wait... now I'm off track, where was I? Hold on, let me reread my little fanfiction novel- I mean... let me remember now. Ah, yes! His voice was so annoyingly squeaky and wet that nobody else could understand him but me, which made him sad rather than angry, because nobody wanted to hear more screaming.
But this man was indeed a fighter. A feisty sort, possibly due to the spicy salsa running through his veins, but he was also a thinker like the great Apollo! Or was that Apostle? Aristotle? Aeropostale? Arona? My Corona? I don't remember exactly, but what I do remember is that cheeseburger-hands-man-with-pickle-lungs-and-chilidog-feet was a thinker. Just like Hansel and Gretel when they had to get home after eating too much grilled buttered eel one night, but remembered they did not have a designated driver.
You know what? Maybe he wasn't so smart after all. Not only did he just mindlessly eat his hand while thinking about where he was, but he believed this all to be a dream. Laugh Out Loud, as the cool youths say, it's not a DReAM. Whoopsie tootsie, that was one doozy daffodil right there. Oh! Where are my manners? I'm incredibly so- huh... I don't remember putting them on the top shelf, give me a second wood you?
Ah, there we are. Thanks for waiting.
Exactly, what Yosh said. This RP is intended for those who want to relax and make crazy shit happen, and while you can certainly write one-liners it's always been more fun to just... write. The more you write, the more involved you get -> The more involved you get, the more fun you're likely to have -> The more fun you have, the more fun everyone else can have.
And if you want some direction on character making, as there is no CS, we'll be here to help. Just remember you can be whatever you want. Hell, you could be a pickle, or a shoe, or a sentient hamburger with googly eyes and photon lasers.
And if you want some direction on character making, as there is no CS, we'll be here to help. Just remember you can be whatever you want. Hell, you could be a pickle, or a shoe, or a sentient hamburger with googly eyes and photon lasers.
I think Zelosse is broken... does anyone still have the receipt?
@Zoey White@Zelosse Yeah, I think he was referring to the little elf girl.
Idk why he said it so weird though. Almost didn't know who he was talking about.
Idk why he said it so weird though. Almost didn't know who he was talking about.
While my character wants to know what kind of beastie we're hunting to win a bet, all I care about is whether or not AtomicNut's little girl will return with wine...
She hasn't even met the normal(ish) people yet!
She hasn't even met the normal(ish) people yet!
I'm so disappointed with Eva 3.33... I enjoyed 2.22 so much, but... eh...
Last 'review' I swear.
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Friendship is definitely magic. Solves anything. Like duct tape, but for conflict.
...Then again...
Last 'review' I swear.
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Friendship is definitely magic. Solves anything. Like duct tape, but for conflict.
...Then again...
I'm not sure if anyone was confused, but that week-long timeskip in our post was to catch up to the present day.
I just realized that it could've been misleading.
I just realized that it could've been misleading.
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