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'been going through a lot of shit recently. I will try to start catching up soon. Sorry to everybody who's waiting on me!
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'been going through a lot of shit recently. I will try to start catching up soon. Sorry to everybody who's waiting on me!
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4 mos ago
When you have to disable a new 'advanced' search to get proper search results and learn that 'advanced' means 'AI'. Let's rename it artificial superficiality, short 'AS'. Not to be confused with...
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I'm slightly proud of myself having overcome my hate for indoor spiders a bit over the years. In my youth I often eliminated them, now I carry them outside in a jar. Spiders here are harmless though.
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Believe me, if they could, the entirity of Southern Germany would send you all the rain they had over the last couple of days. I'm just not sure you'd actually want the widespread destruction.
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Finally managed to catch the mouse. Our cat must consider me the most incompetent person of all times given how she watched instead of helping. She dragged the problem in though!
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Bio
Welcome to my profile page!
Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?
- I'm a 34 year old guy.
- ... who's working as a software developer
- ... and enjoys roleplaying as a casual hobby to distract himself from ongoing stress
And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?
- I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
- I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
- My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
- English is not my native language, but so far I've not encountered anyone who had had trouble with me over that :)
Want to RP with me ? Shoot me a PM, but don't shoot me!
Thanks for visiting!
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For the gifted, it was a strange situation. Anxiety had almost become an alien concept for him, but when he had seen Mrs. Fairfield for the first time, the possibilty of failure had become his primary thought. Asmund knew that he probably was considered the impersonation of gross motor skills on the campus and one of the last ones who would embark on a riding skill test. Yet he had done just that. Luckily, the barn manager revealed herself to be very different from what the intial impression allowed to assume.
The dark-brown haired man also silently gave credit to the horse he was sitting on. Carrying him was bound to be a bit of a challenge and so far, it seemed to handle it well. If that was to change - he didn't know. Asmund now heard hoofbeats approaching from behind. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that it was Niall. The gifted knew that the other student was one year above him, but aside from that Niall rather was a great unknown to him. He didn't even know that he was a Lycan.
Asmund's eyes inspected Niall quite a bit longer than he originally had intended to. The man's appearance was quite striking and - not much to his own approval - Asmund considered it superior to his own. Someone who knew him would also know why the gifted's tremendous muscular mass had become wrapped into a thin, but noticeable layer of blubber. "Erm... I think that question will answer itself once we have started." Why was there this smile on Niall's face ? Was he already expecting a certain outcome or was it only because Mrs. Fairfield surprisingly had assigned him the task to carry out the tests ?
I am still waiting for @Madly33 to continue the collab...
I currently have to deal with a bunch of unexpected computer issues (installation of a new solid state drive escalated into the need for completely reinstalling everything). It could take a bit more time for me to make a post.
@Aspen Wren If you want me to leave this RP for any reason then you can just tell me to do so. There is no reason to keep my character bound to a location by variable announcement and subsequent ditching as many times as it needs until I give up by myself lol.
In all honesty, after three times in a row over weeks with plenty of activity going on I can't help but consider this as a real possibility.
In all honesty, after three times in a row over weeks with plenty of activity going on I can't help but consider this as a real possibility.
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Full speed ahead, course set for gold and adventure me hearties!
Iceberg says: Challenge accepted! Given the number of ships sunk laden with gold and treasures, the most promising place to find anything is the bottom of the sea.
@KuramaaaZ
Too long hair is an urban myth. It doesn't exist. Once I've tidied up myself a bit (that is... not now) I could post a pic of me.
Too long hair is an urban myth. It doesn't exist. Once I've tidied up myself a bit (that is... not now) I could post a pic of me.
@Madly33 I've replied in the collab (just in case you've forgotten because it already was yesterday).
@Eviledd1984
Standing there and observing the environment was of no avial. Whatever was out there would not come out unless more effort was put into the search. Perhaps the attacker - whoever he, she or they were - already was on the run and building up distance.
"What the hell are you waiting for ?" Madawc groaned with pain. His hand was shaking badly as he reached for the arrow's shaft. Should he pull the thing out ? It would at least allow him to move, roll on the floor to a position that was less exposed. On the other hand it could be nothing but the arrow itself that was sealing off the worst injuries his blood vessels had suffered.
Standing there and observing the environment was of no avial. Whatever was out there would not come out unless more effort was put into the search. Perhaps the attacker - whoever he, she or they were - already was on the run and building up distance.
"What the hell are you waiting for ?" Madawc groaned with pain. His hand was shaking badly as he reached for the arrow's shaft. Should he pull the thing out ? It would at least allow him to move, roll on the floor to a position that was less exposed. On the other hand it could be nothing but the arrow itself that was sealing off the worst injuries his blood vessels had suffered.
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