Mole

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Banned for winning the RPG Contest!

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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How Do You Deal With Writer's Block?

I read, watch something (I noticed children shows more so), listen to music, and/or go for a jog.

Alexandre Dumas summed it up pretty well, ironically or not ironically: “Wait and hope.” Being patient and continuing in life endeavors helps loosen the rigidity of my imagination.

Greetings (from the now dead Roleplaygateway)

Welcome! There’s some treasure troves on here waiting to be found! Good luck finding them!

Do You Have RP Pet Peeves?

Since we are in the subject of pet-peeves:

I get annoyed when people complain too much about not being able to find a game on Roleplayer Guild. I understand venting. Bottling up emotions is unhealthy, and some amount of complaint is good for growth (hence this thread). However, some people take it to the extreme and unjustly attack the Guild as the sole problem as opposed to even imagining they (themselves) could be the issue.

Avalia

_{T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Lodge, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe
T A G S : @JJ Doe , @Conscripts
E Q U I P M E N T :}

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“Stop…” the word fell silently from her mouth. It was possible she had not even spoken it. She felt her lips press together, but no sound came from her.

She could hear the lizardman’s pain. The clinking of the ice and the moans of agony. She could smell the turning of scales. It was all wretched to witness.

In all her wisdom, she knew this was what had to be done. If she wished to see her brother again, at least, alive, there was no other option. She had to trust Barrock’s methods.

And yet, she could feel her breath trembling in her chest. She longed to be in her sanctuary, meditating on the Light Elves’ wisdom and galore in tranquility. This, however, was not an option. It would never be an option, again, unless they defeated the Dark Elves.

The lizardman’s scream pierced her ears. Reflexively, her pale hands flinched. The poor creature, but he knew where her brother was, her dear brother Rowan.

“Where is my brother?” She asked again. It seemed to be the only thing she was capable of articulating clearly.

Aurora felt unprepared for this journey. She needed to be stronger. She was still recovering from Zara’s death, and without Rowan, she felt almost entirely lost.

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The cake is a lie! You don’t actually have to make a post here to edit your bio! However, if you didn’t make a post here, I probably wouldn’t be stopping by to say hi!

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Book Quotes

Nicholas, indeed, said characteristically that “sometimes he forgot he was their father, as he enjoyed everything so much with them that he felt more like an elder brother to them.”

— Saint John the Forerunner Monastery of Mesa Potamos, Cyprus The Romanov Royal Martyrs: What Silence Could Not Conceal

Book Quotes

@Lucian, I enjoyed this quote. I’m not one for vengeance because it’s a waste of time in my book, but I do like using black as some means of victory after getting a stain.

Book Quotes

@TokyoPewPew, I really enjoy the quotes you are posting! So far, you’re one of the few who has posted more than one quote. I am sorry I did not thank you earlier. I have been sick. 😅

(Thank you, off-brand Sudafed for saving the day.)

On that note, the haikus you posted especially resonated with me. I have several haiku books, although, they are geared toward introducing children to the poetry. The only adult haiku book I have is The Life and Zen Haiku Poetry of Santoka Taneda. It’s given me new meaningful insight on the loo.