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6 yrs ago
Well, guess I'm back here again. It's been a while.
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7 yrs ago
The things I do for spam topics... neon pink avatar coming up...
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7 yrs ago
The pain of constantly refreshing an active page with a lot of people on it in case someone posts...
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7 yrs ago
Just stayed up the whole night doing RP stuff... now to see if it was worth it...
7 yrs ago
Gonna be out for the day, people, so I won't really be RPing much.

Bio

Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.

I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.

I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.

TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.

Most Recent Posts

Banned for mirror writing.
Banned 'cause I ninja'd you.
Banned for expecting jetpacks.
Banned because if everyone did what they wanted, there would be anarchy.
@shylarah I mean... the average human can only survive three hours in extreme conditions without shelter/heat moderation. Technically, that counts as living on heat.
@Lovejoy Thanks. It's just a thought that crossed my mind - since it's technically a form of energy. Obviously, it wouldn't keep you for very long, even if you could be sustained by it.
Eh, I know. I'm just resistant to change - it's like, your friend walks over one day with a completely different face.

Also... a question that came into my mind. Could someone theoretically be sustained on ether? If there was no food or water that they could have.
Your avatar has changed... it always disconcerts me...
There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.

Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.

He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,

"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.

"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket.

(EDIT: I didn't copy the story...)
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