Best writing exercise I found that anyone can do.
Sit down and write for five minutes nonstop. Use a timer and just write. Even if it is complete gibberish. It helps you refine your thinking process to focus on a singular task.
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Jorick said
It's absolutely possible. More players just means a higher potential volume of posts to read through and a likely higher amount of people requesting things of you as the GM. As long as you have the free time to spare for the reading and doing GM stuff, there shouldn't be much of a problem. Honestly I think the thing that'll be hardest about doing a 16 person RP is actually getting 16 interested people to join.However, if you're not feeling 100% confident of your ability to do so, the easiest way to simplify things for yourself while maintaining the high player number would be to get a co-GM. You could focus on GMing one group of 8, and the co-GM could focus on the other. Or you could get two co-GMs, one to co-GM for each side while you do the overall GMing stuff. Either way, that'd make it less crazy for you to manage and thus increase the chances of it running successfully.
Legend of Renalta 2...
If you can handle it, great! If not, great! Just remember first and foremost that more players means you'll need more things for them to do organized in a coherent manner that works for their general skill sets, and if necessary, a system designed to handle the motions of several players at once.
If you're not sure if you can handle it, just start at 8 and gradually add 2 more over time until you hit your comfortable limit. Me, personally? Never more than 20. I'd go insane with more than that and for some of my role plays I set it lower than that.
Azarthes said
how are you, fellow white blue collars?
Depressed, dirt-coated, grimy, cold, and tired.
One more night of work doe till the weekend. I can do that.
Sherlock Holmes said Elementary, y0.
Every time.
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0
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Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
Crimson Flame said
One thing that annoys me is when the CS has a separate "sexuality/gender preference" section. If it's important for all the players to know that my character is Gay/Straight/Bi/Whatever, I'll mention it in their personality or their history. It does not need to be it's own section... If my character finds yours attractive, I'll deal with it then. Not to mention the fact that not many people play Gay characters. So when there are two of them, everyone assumes that the two Gay people will be an item. Gay people have types and preferences too ya know! They're not attracted to someone just because they're Gay! Having this as a separate section makes me feel like romance is going to be forced on me. which brings me to my other Pet Peeve...Forced Romantic Relationships: I like Love and stuff as much as the next guy, and I'm fine with having preexisting platonic relationships... What I don't like is "Hey, let's have our characters be a couple by the end of this RP" to the exclusion of anyone else. Romance in RPs should be developed naturally as part of the characters interactions with each other. Not planned before the characters have actually met each other in the Roleplay. When it is planned like that, it just comes off as cheesy, forced, and not good to read. Not to mention you basically ignore the other characters that you may find you click with better along the way...
[2]. Honestly, it bothers the shit outta me too. Unless the purpose of the plot is explicitly to be romantic in which case the sexuality field helps.
Otherwise? It really ain't hard to figure it out in the IC. If Lucy is staring at Susie's mighty fine boobs cupcakes, then Lucy's probably bisexual or lesbian. Probably. Not rocket science.
Also forced romance is just... Well... Yeah. Ugh. "YO! LUCY! DEMON TWELVE O'CLOCK! PLEASE STOP MAKING OUT WITH SUSIE LONG ENOUGH TO HELP ME WIT DAT, KAY THANX."
Sable said Aside from the fact that critics in favor of video games as art are few and far between,
Doesn't matter in the face of the law, which overwhelmingly supports the idea of Video Games being an art form, right down to the US Supreme Court repeatedly shooting down attempts to consider it anything less than that. The voice of critics is also overwhelmingly drowned out by the millions of people who play video games and report emotional reactions and personal experiences that stay with them. One prominent example that comes to mind is how people react to various parts of the Mass Effect series, such as the death of Mordin Solus.
Sable said aside from the fact that interactivity and video games' need to pander to the masses detracts from its artistic value,
Since when is this a legitimate criticism? That's like saying that Trucks aren't motor vehicles because they have a trailer on them which harkens back to the good ole medieval days.
Sable said there is a problem with the universalizing phrase "video games are art" just because they are forms of human expression.
No there isn't. They are art. The definition of art as per the Oxford Dictionary.
(Link) [mass noun] The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power:
Let me underline that part for you in case you miss it: The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination.
Sable said Twilight is a form of human expression, do you call that art? What about the products of my kindergarten finger painting lessons? Is that shit art?
Yes. It is. You seem to be under this misunderstanding that art requires some profound message or revelation... It doesn't. Even Call of Duty is technically art, though I don't think it's particularly well done, the narrative suffers cognitive disconnect from the game-play so hard that it's sometimes downright racist hilarious... However, my dislike of Call of Duty doesn't then invalidate others who enjoy it, who enjoy seeing all the set pieces made by artists.
Sable said Because that's the implication of saying all games are art.
Yep. Because it is... Deal with it.
Sable said Arguing for protection as an artistic medium is a completely different argument, and not the one I'm making here. Protecting video games as an artistic medium? Fine, whatever, but don't tell me that I can hit record, squat in front of a camera and take a shit and call it art.
Because arguments using insane extremes will totally sway people to your side.
Sable said Two different arguments. And on top of that, absolute disrespect of any criticism. "Sable is absolutely wrong."
You consider that disrespectful? Sir, that is basic debate. I state that I find your argument to be completely incorrect. However, I'm certain that you manage to maintain an element of civility that proves that we can get past this simple misunderstanding of tone which is often lost through the Internet.
Sable said I compromised and admitted there was potential for video games to be art. What have you done to actually have a conversation instead of stroking the dude to your left in your circlejerk? Fuckouttahere with that mouth breathing fedora shit.
Why is it that people always resort to this as a debate tactic...
Azarthes said
BOVORO I'm being irritating you. yes i meant that im being irritating you
Still alive. Post partially written, just had to prioritize LoR 2 first.
Also it's surprisingly hard to write consistent comedy as a person who ordinarily writes drama. Huh. Hm.
At least scene 5 will be rich with it. Scene 4 will be violence. So much noise.
BOROV WHY IS THIS POST SHORT?!?
#1: Lack of people.
#2: Lack of applicable actions to reply to.
#3: Reply on a week day rather than a weekend.
#4: Other mental issues. (More this than anything else.)
Why am I not placed correctly on the map, Borov-san-sama-tuna-fish?
Because, young grasshoppa, you have failed to appropriately describe your location in a manner that is conducive to anything. Believe me when I say this was an issue in your writing before, now only compounded because I now have no idea where the hell you're supposed to be on the map.
Borov where is your normally flowery language?
Curtailed to get the post out as meds are completely screwing up my brain. As you can see from the above. If you have questions or need more information ask, in the OOC, or in a PM. I'll be glad to answer when the medication stops fucking my brain harder than a five dollar hooker's body being ravaged by AIDS.
@Imperium
Scuva are the Old Imperium's term for anyone who was once human or who would have been human, but whose bloodline became corrupted by a parasite or by being bred that way by a supernatural monster. In the case of this specific one, a spider broodmother likely found a few human captives and injected them with eggs. The empty shells that remain are merely just that: Shells.
@Liveria
@Free Holds: Next post will move us to the keep, complete with battle map. Just do one more post, be little fashionistas if you like, and ask any last minute questions you have in mind.
@Amazons: We're gonna want to collab a lot in this mission.
One for each of the duels (whose targets I corrected), maybe one for Esyllt (though due to conflicting schedules I might just tell Kestrel what would result in a scan), and an optional one with Naream for the curious woman.
I should be available and fairly stable over the weekend to get these done. This is a bit of an experiment on my part so if it doesn't quite flow smoothly, my bad.
EDIT
No really though, I'm sorry about this IC post not being one of my best. Next one is going to be far more kickass.
#1: Lack of people.
#2: Lack of applicable actions to reply to.
#3: Reply on a week day rather than a weekend.
#4: Other mental issues. (More this than anything else.)
Why am I not placed correctly on the map, Borov-san-sama-tuna-fish?
Because, young grasshoppa, you have failed to appropriately describe your location in a manner that is conducive to anything. Believe me when I say this was an issue in your writing before, now only compounded because I now have no idea where the hell you're supposed to be on the map.
Borov where is your normally flowery language?
Curtailed to get the post out as meds are completely screwing up my brain. As you can see from the above. If you have questions or need more information ask, in the OOC, or in a PM. I'll be glad to answer when the medication stops fucking my brain harder than a five dollar hooker's body being ravaged by AIDS.
@Imperium
Scuva are the Old Imperium's term for anyone who was once human or who would have been human, but whose bloodline became corrupted by a parasite or by being bred that way by a supernatural monster. In the case of this specific one, a spider broodmother likely found a few human captives and injected them with eggs. The empty shells that remain are merely just that: Shells.
@Liveria
@Free Holds: Next post will move us to the keep, complete with battle map. Just do one more post, be little fashionistas if you like, and ask any last minute questions you have in mind.
@Amazons: We're gonna want to collab a lot in this mission.
One for each of the duels (whose targets I corrected), maybe one for Esyllt (though due to conflicting schedules I might just tell Kestrel what would result in a scan), and an optional one with Naream for the curious woman.
I should be available and fairly stable over the weekend to get these done. This is a bit of an experiment on my part so if it doesn't quite flow smoothly, my bad.
EDIT
No really though, I'm sorry about this IC post not being one of my best. Next one is going to be far more kickass.
“Gustavo! Go get me a snack!” -Meryl, Page 3.
Imperium - Anima Aeternum
Florence glances to Aslo and scoffs at the remark. "I believe I misplaced it somewhere eight thousand years ago." He says with a bit of a joking tone as Gremlock's fireball reveals the hint of a humanoid arm. He takes aim to fire, only to watch it skitter into the darkness and hiss at them. Florence motions for Trom to come closer to him, his eyes widening somewhat. "I recognize the hiss now... Heh... Scuva." He grimaces as Trom looks at him with confusion, before something suddenly leaps from the ceiling at the speed of a bullet, slamming into Trom's shield and pinning him to the ground. It was a pale skinned creature, humanoid in shape and yet with thin hairs grazing all over its body. Despite being naked its gender was entirely indeterminable as it opens its mouth and sinks its fangs into the wooden shield, barely failing to pierce Trom's chest as he screams in panic. Raen's shot rings true from the shadows and sticks it in the side as Gremlock fires on it from the opposite side. The musket ball rips through the intestines of the creature, causing it to fall over on its side and start to convulse while Trom scrambles to his feet. Florence deals the killing blow as more skittering is heard from the ceiling.
Looking at the ceiling, Florence almost missed Murd clearly bowling his way through the metal door, blowing it off its hinges and sending it onto the floor. Miraculously, he also didn't hurt himself in the charge as Florence motions with his hand for people to start moving in that way, though keeps Trom close to him. It was likely that the Scuva in question were numerous and hungry for fresh flesh. "The next room should be... A simple, large training room, full of dummies and other such materials." He says aloud, though there was likely a reason he kept his orders silent, though he did narrow his eyes as he looked at the corpse. "That one was slow." Trom gulps and keeps close to Florence, back to back so as to maximize the shield coverage they both wielded.
Rheinfeld - Scheideweg
Moira Drafitee stops in her tracks again and swats Kasim across the face with a gloved hand. "Pig." She says with disgust, though her body language betrayed her: She did find him attractive. She watches Davian start to head for the barn and sighs, shaking her head. "I don't care for your childish assumptions. I'm following my own intuition and suspicion... Oh, and in case you didn't get the memo... I'm a tiefling, not a demon. Demons are just as hostile to my kind as they are to yours." Without another word she continues to follow Davian, making it quite clear: Either Kasim would have to stop her with force, or simply follow her lead to the barn where Davian was now heading.
Zin on the other hand gets a quick, almost curt nod from Alida as she whistles once, sharply. Two small messenger boys arrive to her side. "Spread the word to arm and be ready for an impending assault." The messengers nod as she continues moving for the meeting tent. It didn't take long to get there, though standing outside Taigyn looks around at the burgeoning situation. The Templar were beginning to arm themselves as well, likely in response to the Republicans. "Is there something I should be made aware of?" Alida seems to ponder the question for a moment, then smiles in a friendly manner. "Davian is investigating the barn, just in case there is trouble we are arming ourselves. It is likely a false alarm, but better safe than sorry."
Before the Templar could answer Laenaia's questions, they heard an older man yelling for them to approach. Three of the Templar leave immediately, the fourth at least has the courtesy to bow politely. "Ah, excuse me, something is stirring the camp into a frenzy. We can talk about this more later about this I would assume, since we're both likely assigned to protect Taigyn. My name is Eustice, remember that." He leaves her presence and rejoins his fellows several feet away.
Liveria - Heaven's Haven
The battle was moving at a rapid pace as Andrea attempted to cast her spell. The Orcish Leader however slams his skull-staff onto the ground and closes his eyes. Andrea would find her magical spell to affect the wind being countered, though she failed to recognize whether this is because he was wielding anti-magic or some other form of magic.
Mila turns and faces the Orc Champion, summoning all of her might she attempts to at least slow him down as she applied telekinetic force against his limbs, though he was still plainly able to move despite this. The princess--that is, the real one--was nowhere to be seen as Elbetrt rides hard and fast past her group towards the Champion. In one fell swing he brings his axe downward, though thanks to the jittery movements produced by Mila's attempts to use telekinesis on him, he fails to hit her and instead hits her horse. With the sickening sound of internal organs being shredded as the horse is cut in two from sheer force and momentum, Elbetrt goes para-sailing through the air, past the orc, into the boulders with the unknown numbers of enemies. Smashing against a boulder before hitting the ground, she would feel dazed, with a loud ringing in her ears that would leave her out of combat for a minute or so while she recovered.
Meanwhile, as Ceann climbs down the cliff side, the orcs snap out of their intimidated state as one of them dashes quickly to the edge of the cliff, pointing his bow downward towards Ceann. Gabriel however descends towards the orc. As he does so, the orc drops his bow and quickly pulls out a large blade from his waist, using it to block Gabriel's strike. Meanwhile, the second orc aims for Gabriel, and fires, easily scoring a hit on the now stationary target. The large arrow digs its way into Gabriel's lower torso, causing him to grit his teeth in pain as he kept his stoic demeanor on the forefront, though it was plain he was not going to last against these targets. Ceann, however, at least manages to reach the ground level.
While Elrithos analyzes the Orc Champion he would see out of the corner of his eye something slip past him, a wispy sort of shimmer in the air moved into the ground. The Champion howled proudly as a half-orc steps out from behind the rocks, blade drawn as he rushed forth... And impaled his blade into the back of the Orc Champion's left ankle. Falling down to one knee, the Orc Champion howls in pain while the Half Orc frowns sympathetically as he twists the blade in, back and forth, before being knocked away with a single slap. Before he could hit a boulder and most certainly die however, Mila was quick to change her priorities to slow the half-orc down using her telekinesis. "Safe and sound... Foolish princess." Mila mutters quietly while Elrithos would finally see it: The armour around the orc's waist was weak, likely due to the patchwork job that the other orcs would have had to do for him just to make it fit for his extra two feet in height.
Free Holds - Devil's Children
It didn't take long for Mikan to get dressed in something more comfortable as the thin, cloth dress wrapped about her frame. Putting on the mask, she became unrecognizable as she giggles, throwing Aëyr, Abida, and Mars some clothing. Mars had much to be thankful for: It wasn't slutwear. It was actually rather gentleman's wear. After all, Mikan was the one that had to win over the warlord's attention. "It's fine that you don't know. You just have to follow my lead." Mikan twirls on the tips of her toes once. "As for the succubi... There are a few demons who manage to escape control. I know two who did."
With that said, she leaves the overall uniform choice up to Aëyr, Abida, and Mars, trusting that they understood the basic strategy at hand. "This is the last chance to ask questions." She says as she crosses her arms and leans on a wall.
Amazons - The Greatest Hunt
Eyllt would find, surprisingly, that two more of the women complied to be scanned, stepping forward to her. In all likelihood the last two would have as well, were it not for the fact that they were challenged by Maeven's Fafnir and Alicia. The two of them look at each other and smile a little as they accept the challenge, a smaller brunette and a larger blonde each walk out into the center of the large circle formed by the Amazons. The brunette bows before princess, the blonde makes no motion of respect towards her. "My name is Tasha." The brunette said respectfully towards Fafnir. "And I, am Rashan." The blonde said as well. Meanwhile, Ethlinn stares at the six with confusion plain on her face. If the succubi was in there, she was playing her cards well... Or she had a way of disguising herself from Esyllt. Ethlinn bites her lip and looks to Alexandria. "Let us hope one of these four is it, or I will have made a grave error."
Naream's summoning of five skeletons seems to unsettle most of the surrounding circle of Amazons, save one, who instead looked at them with curiosity and awe. Touching the bone structure of one of them, she looks at Naream and smiles. "Undead warriors? How did you learn to do this?" She then looks at the arena, towards the two amazons who had been scanned. One of them looked at Ethlinn with disdain, the other glanced at Naream seemed somewhat appreciative of his arts.
Florence glances to Aslo and scoffs at the remark. "I believe I misplaced it somewhere eight thousand years ago." He says with a bit of a joking tone as Gremlock's fireball reveals the hint of a humanoid arm. He takes aim to fire, only to watch it skitter into the darkness and hiss at them. Florence motions for Trom to come closer to him, his eyes widening somewhat. "I recognize the hiss now... Heh... Scuva." He grimaces as Trom looks at him with confusion, before something suddenly leaps from the ceiling at the speed of a bullet, slamming into Trom's shield and pinning him to the ground. It was a pale skinned creature, humanoid in shape and yet with thin hairs grazing all over its body. Despite being naked its gender was entirely indeterminable as it opens its mouth and sinks its fangs into the wooden shield, barely failing to pierce Trom's chest as he screams in panic. Raen's shot rings true from the shadows and sticks it in the side as Gremlock fires on it from the opposite side. The musket ball rips through the intestines of the creature, causing it to fall over on its side and start to convulse while Trom scrambles to his feet. Florence deals the killing blow as more skittering is heard from the ceiling.
Looking at the ceiling, Florence almost missed Murd clearly bowling his way through the metal door, blowing it off its hinges and sending it onto the floor. Miraculously, he also didn't hurt himself in the charge as Florence motions with his hand for people to start moving in that way, though keeps Trom close to him. It was likely that the Scuva in question were numerous and hungry for fresh flesh. "The next room should be... A simple, large training room, full of dummies and other such materials." He says aloud, though there was likely a reason he kept his orders silent, though he did narrow his eyes as he looked at the corpse. "That one was slow." Trom gulps and keeps close to Florence, back to back so as to maximize the shield coverage they both wielded.
Moira Drafitee stops in her tracks again and swats Kasim across the face with a gloved hand. "Pig." She says with disgust, though her body language betrayed her: She did find him attractive. She watches Davian start to head for the barn and sighs, shaking her head. "I don't care for your childish assumptions. I'm following my own intuition and suspicion... Oh, and in case you didn't get the memo... I'm a tiefling, not a demon. Demons are just as hostile to my kind as they are to yours." Without another word she continues to follow Davian, making it quite clear: Either Kasim would have to stop her with force, or simply follow her lead to the barn where Davian was now heading.
Zin on the other hand gets a quick, almost curt nod from Alida as she whistles once, sharply. Two small messenger boys arrive to her side. "Spread the word to arm and be ready for an impending assault." The messengers nod as she continues moving for the meeting tent. It didn't take long to get there, though standing outside Taigyn looks around at the burgeoning situation. The Templar were beginning to arm themselves as well, likely in response to the Republicans. "Is there something I should be made aware of?" Alida seems to ponder the question for a moment, then smiles in a friendly manner. "Davian is investigating the barn, just in case there is trouble we are arming ourselves. It is likely a false alarm, but better safe than sorry."
Before the Templar could answer Laenaia's questions, they heard an older man yelling for them to approach. Three of the Templar leave immediately, the fourth at least has the courtesy to bow politely. "Ah, excuse me, something is stirring the camp into a frenzy. We can talk about this more later about this I would assume, since we're both likely assigned to protect Taigyn. My name is Eustice, remember that." He leaves her presence and rejoins his fellows several feet away.
The battle was moving at a rapid pace as Andrea attempted to cast her spell. The Orcish Leader however slams his skull-staff onto the ground and closes his eyes. Andrea would find her magical spell to affect the wind being countered, though she failed to recognize whether this is because he was wielding anti-magic or some other form of magic.
Mila turns and faces the Orc Champion, summoning all of her might she attempts to at least slow him down as she applied telekinetic force against his limbs, though he was still plainly able to move despite this. The princess--that is, the real one--was nowhere to be seen as Elbetrt rides hard and fast past her group towards the Champion. In one fell swing he brings his axe downward, though thanks to the jittery movements produced by Mila's attempts to use telekinesis on him, he fails to hit her and instead hits her horse. With the sickening sound of internal organs being shredded as the horse is cut in two from sheer force and momentum, Elbetrt goes para-sailing through the air, past the orc, into the boulders with the unknown numbers of enemies. Smashing against a boulder before hitting the ground, she would feel dazed, with a loud ringing in her ears that would leave her out of combat for a minute or so while she recovered.
Meanwhile, as Ceann climbs down the cliff side, the orcs snap out of their intimidated state as one of them dashes quickly to the edge of the cliff, pointing his bow downward towards Ceann. Gabriel however descends towards the orc. As he does so, the orc drops his bow and quickly pulls out a large blade from his waist, using it to block Gabriel's strike. Meanwhile, the second orc aims for Gabriel, and fires, easily scoring a hit on the now stationary target. The large arrow digs its way into Gabriel's lower torso, causing him to grit his teeth in pain as he kept his stoic demeanor on the forefront, though it was plain he was not going to last against these targets. Ceann, however, at least manages to reach the ground level.
While Elrithos analyzes the Orc Champion he would see out of the corner of his eye something slip past him, a wispy sort of shimmer in the air moved into the ground. The Champion howled proudly as a half-orc steps out from behind the rocks, blade drawn as he rushed forth... And impaled his blade into the back of the Orc Champion's left ankle. Falling down to one knee, the Orc Champion howls in pain while the Half Orc frowns sympathetically as he twists the blade in, back and forth, before being knocked away with a single slap. Before he could hit a boulder and most certainly die however, Mila was quick to change her priorities to slow the half-orc down using her telekinesis. "Safe and sound... Foolish princess." Mila mutters quietly while Elrithos would finally see it: The armour around the orc's waist was weak, likely due to the patchwork job that the other orcs would have had to do for him just to make it fit for his extra two feet in height.
It didn't take long for Mikan to get dressed in something more comfortable as the thin, cloth dress wrapped about her frame. Putting on the mask, she became unrecognizable as she giggles, throwing Aëyr, Abida, and Mars some clothing. Mars had much to be thankful for: It wasn't slutwear. It was actually rather gentleman's wear. After all, Mikan was the one that had to win over the warlord's attention. "It's fine that you don't know. You just have to follow my lead." Mikan twirls on the tips of her toes once. "As for the succubi... There are a few demons who manage to escape control. I know two who did."
With that said, she leaves the overall uniform choice up to Aëyr, Abida, and Mars, trusting that they understood the basic strategy at hand. "This is the last chance to ask questions." She says as she crosses her arms and leans on a wall.
Eyllt would find, surprisingly, that two more of the women complied to be scanned, stepping forward to her. In all likelihood the last two would have as well, were it not for the fact that they were challenged by Maeven's Fafnir and Alicia. The two of them look at each other and smile a little as they accept the challenge, a smaller brunette and a larger blonde each walk out into the center of the large circle formed by the Amazons. The brunette bows before princess, the blonde makes no motion of respect towards her. "My name is Tasha." The brunette said respectfully towards Fafnir. "And I, am Rashan." The blonde said as well. Meanwhile, Ethlinn stares at the six with confusion plain on her face. If the succubi was in there, she was playing her cards well... Or she had a way of disguising herself from Esyllt. Ethlinn bites her lip and looks to Alexandria. "Let us hope one of these four is it, or I will have made a grave error."
Naream's summoning of five skeletons seems to unsettle most of the surrounding circle of Amazons, save one, who instead looked at them with curiosity and awe. Touching the bone structure of one of them, she looks at Naream and smiles. "Undead warriors? How did you learn to do this?" She then looks at the arena, towards the two amazons who had been scanned. One of them looked at Ethlinn with disdain, the other glanced at Naream seemed somewhat appreciative of his arts.
Question To Everyone: How far do you want me to take the violence? I could go fullbore descriptive on the horrifying wounds and deaths people sustain, or I could leave it with something as simple as "he took a knife and didn't get back up." I'll likely use a mix of both regardless, just wondering how people like their violence around here.
BOROV WHERE ARE ROMANCE OPTIONS?!: Uhm... Between anthropomorphic animals?... Named after Spam members?... No. I think... No, definitely not. (I actually got asked this...) (Good luck guessing who asked this. 
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BOROV WHERE AM I?!
As well, scene 4 may get delayed one day so I can give it proper finish and polish.
BOROV WHERE ARE ROMANCE OPTIONS?!: Uhm... Between anthropomorphic animals?... Named after Spam members?... No. I think... No, definitely not. (I actually got asked this...
) (Good luck guessing who asked this. )BOROV WHERE AM I?!
As well, scene 4 may get delayed one day so I can give it proper finish and polish.
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