SleepingSilence

Ban the Person above you

Bad for starving me. :C

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Shepard’s coat kept Fifi protected from the ongoing storm. Not that her short-lived protests seemed to realize it, before they came to a sudden stop. Relax princess. Lucario responded in a gentle tone, as he was able to cradle the Eevee comfortably in one arm. Despite all her squirming—it was likely to invoke feelings of being pampered by a parental figure. Our home is warm, and my family are the kindest bunch you’ll ever meet. Lucario assured her, as he reached out to pull open the door. Soon proving the first true, once he stepped inside and the Eevee was then greeted by a brightly-lit foyer. With its cozy warmth becoming apparent, shortly after he shut the door behind him. Making it easier for Fifi to relax—if it wasn’t for Lucario’s latter statement coming into immediate question.

Whereas Eevee could gaze at any of the eclectic art pieces and other rustic furnishings that adorned this long spacious hallway. Ones far more quaint than her past life would be used to. Or let one’s curiosity run wild, at the numerous closed-off doors and distant stairwell in her sights. It was all still unmistakably human in design. Sharing a similar level of pristine neatness that royal families tended to uphold for social standings. But even the thought of humans being within the vicinity, wasn’t enough to distract Fifi from what she would be witnessing.

“And-when-the-hatch-ling-gets-back-you’ll-tell-him-that-you’re-sorry.” She hooted.

A visibly perturbed Noctowl fluttering above a tired Sceptile. Not that he appeared to be affected by the lady’s scolding. With her talon holding onto a rolled-up newspaper, and repeatedly smacking the unflinching leaf pokemon’s head and shoulders with it. Even if it wasn’t very hard, or meant to hurt the Sceptile at all. Shepard was quick to alert the two of his arrival. Ahem. I didn’t think this would still be going on... Lucario uttered aloud in their heads.

Making the Noctowl drop her newspaper and correct course fast, as the Sceptile let out a weary sigh. Likely both giving Fifi a warmer welcome than she first expected. With Sceptile sounding a lot more casual than how Lucario spoke, as he gave off the impression of being friendly and laid-back. Opposed to how intense and nosy Noctowl became, as she flew up to Shepard.

“Sorry miss. We didn’t mean to startle you.” Sceptile apologized, as he rubbed underneath his eyes and bent over to pick up the paper discarded on the hardwood floor.

“Oh my! You poor dear. You're soaked to the bone! What happened? Were you injured?” Noctowl asked in a motherly tone, with Shepard looking down at Fifi. Using his ability to calm her again, if it proved to be necessary.

The princess will be fine, once she’s eaten something and gotten her rest. Lucario said to all of them. Prompting the pair to tilt their heads in opposite directions, as Fifi finally had time to speak up.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Croconaw wasn’t much better at keeping himself from bouncing off the walls. When their leader effortlessly took off his raincoat and approached the freezing Fifi. “Shepard! Shepard! What are we going to do?!” The gator blurted out in growing concern. “Should I-should we start a fire? Or-or…” Croconaw asked, as he nervously pointed to himself, and then toward the nearest dry hay pile.

High heat will only shock her body, and cause more damage. Lucario corrected the nervous child, while he proceeded to scoop her off the ground. Soon cradling the cold eevee, like a small child in his sturdy arms. Trust me, princess. We’re both friendly. And you’ll be safer with us. Lucario assured her in a soothing tone. Using an even quieter voice, to make it less abrasive to the Eevee, since she wasn’t used to his telepathy yet.

As Lucario attentively wrapped her up within a soft and protective inner-layer of his clothing. Surely, feeling good enough to be cocooned inside, that Fifi wouldn’t care about how embarrassing it might’ve been. With Lucario looking down to see Croconaw’s downcast expression, as the child wore his guilt for not being able to help this stranger in need. A sign of the hatchling’s big heart, that made Lucario smile. You did the right thing with that wool blanket. He said, getting the upset Croconaw to look back up at him.

And she’d still be in here alone, if it wasn’t for you. Lucario reminded him, before he turned around to face the windblown barn doors. Close your eyes and relax, young princess. Lucario reassured Fifi, before dashing back through the thunderstorm and toward the house with ‘Extreme Speed’. As he would reach their front door in a matter of seconds. Trusting that Croconaw was mature enough to return on his own. Since he had already casted ‘Protect’ on the young hatchling with his previous wave.

Just to be safe, of course.

It was his job, after all…

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Leaving the Croconaw to blink and start to grin proudly. Proceeding to waddle dance around as he celebrated after. "Yay! I helped!" Croconaw exclaimed. "Mummy, is going to be so proud of me for remembering. Hehe." The gator noted giddily, as he confidently pranced up to the bright waterproof lantern. Feeling the frigid air blowing inside the interior, as he easily lifted the light up within both of his claws. Taking a moment to stop and stare out into the darkness ahead, before he put on another tough face. "Hmph! I'm not afraid of some dumb storm." Croconaw declared, as he boldly stomped forward several times. Up until a streak of lightning had suddenly struck the field in front of his very eyes—promptly sending the fallen gator backward onto his rear.

M-maybe, I'll just sit here...

What Are You Listening To?

@Rosenrot

Hi.

Voices can certainly be an acquired taste. (And be better served for different genres.)

I admittedly tend to prefer faster tempos and shorter songs. Unless the vocals or lyrics can make up for them.

Because I've been spoiled by Progressive and Avant-Garde metal bands, that make use of their songs longer running time. So when I see an album of 10 minute songs, I worry how long it will keep my attention.

So for instance, I love the riffage going on in the Restless Spirit album. But I can only imagine how much more I'd like it, with harsher/stronger vocals backing it up.

Maybe I secretly just want more psychedelic albums to be like King Gizzard and The Wizard Lizard's "Planet B".

But 'Clouds Taste Satanic' make a pretty good cover songs. ^-^'

What Are You Listening To?

There's gotta be at least one of you who also likes obscure metal, c'mon...

@Rosenrot

That middle album had its moments. And I liked the band name/album cover of the third.



Another one Spotify found for me. I don't know, I listened to a bunch of newer stuff today. But it seemed like no one could write a decent hook, or sing like they cared. And a decent vocalist can easily heighten & make up for an average song. Even if he unnecessarily brags in it too.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Without abilities like Scald for him to use in practice. Croconaw briefly froze up in response to Eevee’s jumpy reactions. Unable to think of a better way to make her any warmer in this frigid storm. Let alone discern how dire the situation was—apart from the theatrical fox. But he still tried to put on a tough face like his older brothers would. “I-It’s okay. The blanket s-should absorb the water.” Croconaw uttered, as Fifi trembled underneath the wool blanket.

Quick to clear his throat and deepen his voice. “Um. My family lives over the next hill—someplace warm.” Croconaw explained, realizing that she didn’t look capable of making it that far. Nor would he be able to carry her through the storm’s frequent lightning strikes. Each sounding closer to them than the last one. Oh man. I wish Shepard was here. Croconaw thought. Being filled with both surprise and relief, when he then turned toward the barn door opening up. And there he stood—'The Resident Shepard' in his uniquely-fitted human clothing. Wearing a big white raincoat, with holes for the spikes to protrude, and two yellow rain boots on Lucario’s footpaws. Making squealing noises as he walked inside and smiled at the pair.

Greeting this frightened stranger, with a friendly wave of his paw. Sure to bring a Calm Mind to Fifi in the process. Because panic would certainly not help the young pokemon recover. Before lowering himself down to the Eevee. Hello, my dear. Lucario introduced himself telepathically to the Eevee, with a soothing and compassionate voice entering her head. Everything will be fine. If you allow me to warm you up. Lucario offered, with his arms extended to lift her off of the ground.

Questions and Answers

I suppose the question for me ends up being, "Do you want to live, or feel alive?"

So I'd go with invincibility and pull some super hero sh*t. But that's just me.

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What are you doing to make your 2022, a better year? (And if nothing, what are you hoping will change. To make your 2022, a better year?)

The Status Bar

Why would I "argue" about something we all agree on? I'm looking for insight, not an echo chamber.

@BrokenPromise

Sure. But then, if we go by that reasoning. It implies you mentioned strict negatives you do want others to agree with, yes?

So how is, "This status bar does what it's supposed to do sometimes, I know. But I simply have little interest in what is posted there." Supposed to convince somebody else, whose more likely to use it for its intended purpose, or is interested in the many various things that you happened not to be?

Especially, when the best solution for the personal pet peeves you've mentioned, is given in the post itself? (I.E. 'Don't find any of it personally appealing?' Hide it.)

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I mean, helk. I wholeheartedly agree with 'somethings don't need to broadcasted on the front page'. (Such as the people who post "My current excuse for why I haven't bothered posting to my groups and individuals this time is." posts.) Which would indeed be far better suited to the threads and PMs of the people they're actually RPing with. So their partners might actually see it.

But it's still a status update. So it's my pet peeve alone. (And I certainly wouldn't ask for the status bar to be auto-hidden for it. Because, aside from satisfying me. Who does that help?)

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And sure, I could go into further critical detail. Suggesting that the site displaying five new roleplays and interest checks at the bottom, does so very little to boost a person's RP traffic. Compared to advertising it at the top of the front page.

Particularly when people once flooded the 1x1 interest check page, with six different threads made the same person. Or back when the site was actually thriving, and created five new free/casual RP'S in a day. (Thus, those who made something a mere few days prior, probably wanted and still needed a few more interested eyeballs.) Hence, why advertising in the status bar is perfectly legitimate. As far as I'm concerned.

Though, even if you disagree with that sentiment. Surely, there's bigger problems for the moderators and users at large to deal with, yeah?

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But to not touch the moderator statement with the fifty or so hindsight responses I have. I suppose, I'll reiterate/rephrase someone else's point that I agree with.

You remove the status bar for misuse. And the abusers will find a new method/avenue for their efforts.

@Izurich

Don't have much else to add, really.

The Status Bar

Is the status bar a useful tool that benefits the community?

People use the status bar for status updates.

I fall into the camp of people who believe that the status bar should be removed. Half the time it's in a sub section I don't feel like participating in, and the other half it's something I'm not interested in.

I’m aware you can hide the status bar.

Some people say we just need mods, but the regular mods are our status bar mods.

You actively hurt a community by rewarding, ignoring, or worse yet, encouraging bad behavior.

And punishing people who do nothing wrong, or selectively at a whim.

Two things that have been done for years on end. Let's be frank.

And getting rid of a site tool that can be used for its intended well-meaning purposes, as the post admits to. Sounds like punishing people for the actions of a few. Instead of simply ya know, punishing the few.

I mean the post doesn't even argue about trolling, or even those who spam there. It's main point is how you aren't interested in what's put there. Good or bad. So you want it removed entirely. Sounds...reasonable?

Sure, I feel like there's a few other things that I would've asked for first. A time machine, perhaps. (Since 'the nonsense conversation turned into petty snipes problem' was solved when we still had the active chat room.)

But that's just my two cents...

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

It was too dark and loud to notice the silhouette of an Eevee running inside their old barn. Huge for what little remained within its two floor interior. Aside from the haystacks, ladder and other various farm tools hanging from its weathered walls. Not that Croconaw was too interested in heeding his surroundings—when the ongoing thunderstorm had created the perfect spot to ‘practice his maneuverability’. Or at least that’s what he remembered ‘The Resident Gardener’ calling it. Since he encouraged him to train whenever Croconaw wasn’t working. Thus, the gator had been dancing with death looming overhead. Utilizing his new weightier body to make even bigger splashes, each time that he leapt toward one of the numerous fresh puddles outside.

However, a strong gust of wind had caught the Croconaw’s vibrant orange eye. After seeing how the large barn door had suddenly swung itself wide open. “You dare challenge my might!” Croconaw exclaimed, with his stubby arms spreaded out. Facing the door and taking a big stomp forward in the puddle that he was currently standing in. “Then prepare to be shut by my own claws!” He declared, before rushing forward and subsequently stumbling his way up to the opened door. Taking his unseen fumble in stride, as he gripped the wooden edge and pulled the door closed behind him. Finding himself standing inside the barn and letting out a weary sigh.

But Croconaw soon froze up for a moment, as he squinted his eyes and peered around at the shadows. Promptly waddling himself over to the nearby camping lantern, that had been put there for Cronocaw’s little excursions. Being bright enough to illuminate much of the indoor space, as he proceeded to turn the thing on. Processing the sight of the soaked, fallen Eevee in front of him. Huh? Who is this? Wait. Are they okay? Croconaw questioned. Quick to dash over to his vital stash of goodies in a woven basket. Because…okay he snuck out there a lot.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Croconaw asked Fifi from afar. Unconsciously using a younger and higher-pitched tone that Croconaw had when he was a Totodile. As he grabbed the thick wool blanket that had been sewn for him, in order to drag it across the floor and quickly cover up the Eevee’s body with it. Being answered first by the crack of thunder, as he raised his voice to compensate for all the noise. “Hey⁠—wake up!”