Just discovered yWriter, not really my thing, but it supposedly has a ton of writing-aid features built in. I looked over the program and boy, it's a powerful tool in the hands of a dedicated writer (not me).
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STATUS: In a way, the things closest to us are the most transient ones. 7 yrs ago
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In a way, the things closest to us are the most transient ones.
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8 yrs ago
I miss the time when Coldplay were doing more melancholic songs.
9 yrs ago
Which will lead us to ruin, the things we love, or the things we hate?
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9 yrs ago
FTP account frozen when I need it the most. Great, how am I supposed to put up my interactive maps?
9 yrs ago
The Status form logs all my recent form inputs. It's scary to think how a wrong press of the button can expose your darkest secrets..
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A pretty chill guy that's active in very unusual hours. Currently working on his Bachelor's.
Open to most types of RPs, with Romance being the only genre I have an aversion towards.
Open to most types of RPs, with Romance being the only genre I have an aversion towards.
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Suna Kumohshita
Suna awkwardly received the handshake from Hana. The accompanying silence gave him odd ideas that he quickly shooed away internally. Quickly recovering from his awkwardness, Suna pulled out the maths notebooks from his shoulder-slung bag. Making sure he wasn't writing on the same page Keiko had written on, he began scribbling with a pen, "My name is Suna Kumoshita, a first-year." he spoke to Aimi as his hand raced across the notebook, which he quickly turned so that Hana could see the same words he said to Aimi. His handwriting was a bit sloppy, but still legible.
"Where are you girls headed?" he wrote, a slight smile on his face. He figured that if written words are the common form of communication between the two, he should, too, forgo speech. There was an odd, somewhat unknown feeling when writing on paper what normally would be spoken. While he pondered upon those on the side, Suna drew a long breath.
"I'll accompany you as well if you want." he wrote on the notebook.
Suna awkwardly received the handshake from Hana. The accompanying silence gave him odd ideas that he quickly shooed away internally. Quickly recovering from his awkwardness, Suna pulled out the maths notebooks from his shoulder-slung bag. Making sure he wasn't writing on the same page Keiko had written on, he began scribbling with a pen, "My name is Suna Kumoshita, a first-year." he spoke to Aimi as his hand raced across the notebook, which he quickly turned so that Hana could see the same words he said to Aimi. His handwriting was a bit sloppy, but still legible.
"Where are you girls headed?" he wrote, a slight smile on his face. He figured that if written words are the common form of communication between the two, he should, too, forgo speech. There was an odd, somewhat unknown feeling when writing on paper what normally would be spoken. While he pondered upon those on the side, Suna drew a long breath.
"I'll accompany you as well if you want." he wrote on the notebook.
Suna Kumoshita
There was still quite a bit of guilt in Suna's gut after he left Keiko in such a cold manner; but that girl had a head so hard he doubt a pile driver could get through to her, and thus he had to resort to abusing Keiko's lack of speech to make up for his lack of straightforwardness. He tried to sigh it away, exiting the school building with steps that felt a bit heavy. The blue-streaked white shoes of his stood out under the bright sunlight, "I guess I'll go back to the dorms for now." he said.
It was then when she spotted two girls, one kneeled down with her wheelchair in a condition far from serviceable. "Poor girl." Suna reflexively commented. With a nondescript smile on his face, Suna then became one of the few students that pitched in to help fix it. He had heard that in other countries, sudden acts of kindness like this would've gotten you strange looks instead of thanks. He couldn't understand those people. After a short while, the wheelchair's looking good.
Before the helping group dispersed quietly, he took a short while to remember the people he had helped. On the wheelchair was a small-statured, black-haired girl styled prim and proper. She radiated a different sort of elegant compared to the student council president. A small but oddly noticeable clarinet-liked necklace swayed as she returned to the wheelchair.
There was another girl who stayed, one that looked pretty close to a doll. Suna waved his hand in greeting, "Yo, do you still need any he-" Just when Suna was about to finish his greeting, he noticed the girl was carrying a notebook, "Where shall I take you?" written on it. Having met Keiko mere minutes before, he knew what that meant. Just to check, his eyes ran to the girl on the wheelchair, and noticed that she, too, had a notebook of her own.
'That makes three today.' Suna internally commented. Too late for him to casually walk away, now that he had greeted them without so much a care in the world. He hoped that the amount of mutes he met today wasn't a bad omen.
Looks like that maths notebook will see some more use today.
There was still quite a bit of guilt in Suna's gut after he left Keiko in such a cold manner; but that girl had a head so hard he doubt a pile driver could get through to her, and thus he had to resort to abusing Keiko's lack of speech to make up for his lack of straightforwardness. He tried to sigh it away, exiting the school building with steps that felt a bit heavy. The blue-streaked white shoes of his stood out under the bright sunlight, "I guess I'll go back to the dorms for now." he said.
It was then when she spotted two girls, one kneeled down with her wheelchair in a condition far from serviceable. "Poor girl." Suna reflexively commented. With a nondescript smile on his face, Suna then became one of the few students that pitched in to help fix it. He had heard that in other countries, sudden acts of kindness like this would've gotten you strange looks instead of thanks. He couldn't understand those people. After a short while, the wheelchair's looking good.
Before the helping group dispersed quietly, he took a short while to remember the people he had helped. On the wheelchair was a small-statured, black-haired girl styled prim and proper. She radiated a different sort of elegant compared to the student council president. A small but oddly noticeable clarinet-liked necklace swayed as she returned to the wheelchair.
There was another girl who stayed, one that looked pretty close to a doll. Suna waved his hand in greeting, "Yo, do you still need any he-" Just when Suna was about to finish his greeting, he noticed the girl was carrying a notebook, "Where shall I take you?" written on it. Having met Keiko mere minutes before, he knew what that meant. Just to check, his eyes ran to the girl on the wheelchair, and noticed that she, too, had a notebook of her own.
'That makes three today.' Suna internally commented. Too late for him to casually walk away, now that he had greeted them without so much a care in the world. He hoped that the amount of mutes he met today wasn't a bad omen.
Looks like that maths notebook will see some more use today.
Waiting for it.
I was kinda waiting for @ClocktowerEchos to confirm Kenshi's status (look at my post before this one) but that's a bad excuse. I'll try to get something done by next morning.
Holy moly, that's a lot to take in. I would be lying if I said I'm not interested, but I doubt I can follow it through until the end.
That aside, this is pretty stat-heavy, isn't this Tabletop territory already?
That aside, this is pretty stat-heavy, isn't this Tabletop territory already?
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