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9 mos ago
Current biggest regret was not making a whole ass folder for all the shitty OCs i made here kms
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9 mos ago
wow, i forgot i had this account. anyways
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4 yrs ago
wow, i forgot i had this account, lol. guess im back
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5 yrs ago
My New Years Resolution is to actually be active in RPs, there are so many goods ones that I bail out of it hurts my heart.
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5 yrs ago
Everytime I ditch a good OC because I'm busy, a little part in my dies.
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Could I put my old character in here?
Me too
Yete
In Closed 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Too late to join? Too late to be a teacher?
interested
This is the night.

Aizum had left the morgue and went into his inn room, thinking about it, he deiced to make for the party, it would be rude to the Goddess, and ruin his reputation even more. Azium had donned a Red Tux he scavenged for in his clothes box in the Inn, finally finding it, not touched for decades.

It had fit him perfectly, "Ya' have the same flabby body as me kiddo..", he didn't have time to grief so he grabbed his regular hat, putting on a pair of snug gloves. As he looked up on the inn lobby clock, he would be an hour early to the party, so he went off into the bar, just to get another drink for tonight.




"Hello Mr. Umgrum, I've got the papers you've asked me to copy...", said a static voice through a mic,"
Alright, come in and bring me it, don't keep me waiting all night."
A man in a black business suit was playing with a baseball, repeatedly throwing it to the air, and catching it with his other hand. The man had been sitting on an office, his very own office to be exact, with a large window looking down on the city. After a few short minutes, a stout secretary had entered the office, with a pile of paper, maybe 100 copies, or 150. "Here you go Mr.Umgrum," The lady said quickly, as he was one of the harshest workers in BigCo. As the man looked through the papers, the women had a quick look around the room, clean, tidy, but one thing stood out of all these things, a photo frame. Facing a quarter to the man, the women could barely see it, though the frame was done by hand, it was done magnificently, made from an oak tree, in the frame was a picture with low contrast, but was easy enough to know what it is. A family. Only about two kids, a younger version of her boss, and a small boy that had some resemblance to him. The man had looked up to see the lady staring at the photo, his eyes narrowed, "What are you doing Sonya! Get out of here! You know what! Just consider yourself FIRED!" He said it loudly and fast, too fast that Sonya couldn't answer, the words, 'Your Fired' were the loudest, possibly maybe the floor behind them heard.

Banned because no fucks were given
Done, I hope?
Banned for speaking in the 3rd Person
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