Avatar of Song Book

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1 yr ago
Current hello! I have been reintroduced to how wonderful roleplaying is on my mental health and would like to restart my adventures here. expect activities!
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3 yrs ago
Hello fellow humans and non-humans alike, I hope we are all vibing well in this liminal timespace that we find ourselves in.
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7 yrs ago
This book is too good. Makes me want more kingdom type roleplays. Guess i should put that in the interests section below.
7 yrs ago
Been getting into Airships: Conquer the skies, and reading Promise of Blood. Make od thst what you will
7 yrs ago
Guess which lucky binch tried to catch a bad pass and ended up fracturing a bit in her finger? This binch
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Bio

|Greetings|

Young and old; Welcome to my informational page. I am the one and only Song Book. I, in simpleton terms, am a magically transforming book. Human to book. Book to human. You get the gist eh? If your confused on what to call me the usual pronouns work but please to use any form you find comfortable with. Not gonna judge if you can't remember. ( I've been known to call people -it- So...)
Get it? Got it? Good. Anyway on to..
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You will find my latest quote/new character introduction/ a glimpse into a new rp/ or song stuff. It changes regularly when I'm active.
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You will find what I have been active in lately.
| Tastes |

I have a setting I really want to experiment with roleplaying, so when I get a post for it I will link it here. For other interests I am currently looking to join some fantasy, romance, and fun roleplays. All levels of lore are interesting though I would like to restart with something not so lore heavy to start with or at least something with easy to digest lore.
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| Contact Me.|

If you have a rp you'd like me to see, a 1v1 request, a question, or anything else. Feel free to write me a pm or a visitor msg. Be sure to ping me though. I may not see it otherwise.

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@Polaris North

Taking the bread slice, she had three questions.
Where did the 'butter' come from? Why was the bread so perfectly shaped? Why did it smell weird?

she pondered these putting the bread slice untouched on the table sticking her tongue out at the stench.
" Mr. Why does it smell bad? " She asked him. Was it a fancy food that young children shouldn't have? She'd never seen anything like it before. Nor any food with that texture and color. Her attention span flipped, like any childs' would, from the strange 'butter' to the oven. Staring at it, wondering what was going on inside of the oven box.

" Step mum said eating the eyes made you grow big and strong. She said that to little cub, not me though. "
In Writing Mad 9 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
Bus Too Somewhere.

Tick, tick tick.
Goes some guys watch
As we pass by the
Trees, the dirt, and the rust.
We are all from different places,
Yet they all turned to dust
A hardly forsaken astronaut,
And a boy who ran away.
A model who can't take it anymore
And a few who won't say.

A firefighter says he,
Won't watch anything else burn.
The policemans fighting discrimination from his own turf.
A city kid, a baker.
And the waitress from down the way.
They don't where they're going.
So they joined this parade.

We are all going somewhere,
That somewhere, we don't know.
But we all got on this bus.
So we must have something to show.


No problem. Friend.

Edit: wrong link Plus.

Living wall?

Thoughts?

Friends not Intruders. Friends. Supers = Intruders.
In Hi. 9 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
@Touka
It's an original. Thank youm
In Hi. 9 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Welcome to the guild @Touka!

-insert actual well worded greeting/advice here-

Hope you have a fun time here.
You wake up gasping for a breath. The room around you not where you fell asleep the nigh before. Where did you fall asleep, how did you. It was around noon and then blank. You don't remember what happened. The room was gray, a window bared off on both sides let enough light in to see in the other wise pitch black room. You head stings with the beginnings of a head ache. The mattress you were laying on frayed at the edges and the pillow was flat. You had no idea why you were here. Is this some morbid dream? You think as a light flickers on as if on que. The door in front of you has a hatch on the bottom with is opened carefully. A tray is pushed in as the hatch closes and heavy foot steps walk away. On the tray is a slice of bread, some butter, a butter knife, and few sheets that asks for you to fill out your information. The sound of speakers turning on draws your attention away from the food your stomach is growling for. You could hear other people. Maybe you weren't alone.


Good Morning subjects!
I hope you had a good night sleep, you did take a nasty fall yesterday. Well now that you are awake you are probably wondering why you are here. As you wouldn't know. You are going to take part in a, how to say this, Experiment to say. I know we didn't get your consent first, but this is all in good will. I swear you will be returned to your proper home in due time. But first you must know that their are others people in the same situation as you. Some of them may not like this experiment too much. But to be assured no one should die during it. If you make the right decisions you see. Which should be easy. Now your door shall be opened at 10:00 a.m. Today so i would get eating.

There are some rules included in this experiment. Do read those while your at it.

Oh and do us a favor and fill out that sheet. It may most likely save your life.


The speaker dies crackling as a pen is pushed into the room through the door.

You had two options. Die from the elements or play this sick game.


And this story will fallow a group of those who decided to play.

Who is willing to play? And pay the cost for science.

Luring, trechory, twists, traps and puzzels. What is not to love about this game. As that is all this is in the end, A game.



You wake up gasping for a breath. The room around you not where you fell asleep the nigh before. Where did you fall asleep, how did you. It was around noon and then blank. You don't remember what happened. The room was gray, a window bared off on both sides let enough light in to see in the other wise pitch black room. You head stings with the beginnings of a head ache. The mattress you were laying on frayed at the edges and the pillow was flat. You had no idea why you were here. Is this some morbid dream? You think as a light flickers on as if on que. The door in front of you has a hatch on the bottom with is opened carefully. A tray is pushed in as the hatch closes and heavy foot steps walk away. On the tray is a slice of bread, some butter, a butter knife, and few sheets that asks for you to fill out your information. The sound of speakers turning on draws your attention away from the food your stomach is growling for. You could hear other people. Maybe you weren't alone.


Good Morning subjects!
I hope you had a good night sleep, you did take a nasty fall yesterday. Well now that you are awake you are probably wondering why you are here. As you wouldn't know. You are going to take part in a, how to say this, Experiment to say. I know we didn't get your consent first, but this is all in good will. I swear you will be returned to your proper home in due time. But first you must know that their are others people in the same situation as you. Some of them may not like this experiment too much. But to be assured no one should die during it. If you make the right decisions you see. Which should be easy. Now your door shall be opened at 10:00 a.m. Today so i would get eating.

There are some rules included in this experiment. Do read those while your at it.

Oh and do us a favor and fill out that sheet. It may most likely save your life.


The speaker dies crackling as a pen is pushed into the room through the door.

You had two options. Die from the elements or play this sick game.


And this story will fallow a group of those who decided to play.

Who is willing to play? And pay the cost for science.

Luring, trechory, twists, traps and puzzels. What is not to love about this game. As that is all this is in the end, A game.




In Writing Mad 9 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
Falling.


We all fall in the end.
The most loved supers turn evil.
The sweetest fruits still rot.
Once brightly lit caverns now weekly put out a shot.
In the dark where no body is watching.

This Rabbit hole is broken,
it really has never been fixed.
The passageway to wonderland is somewhere in the mist.
Yet we are still here.
Floating, falling, pretending,
that we haven't seen that branch three times now,
wait there it is again.

Hateful Queens and headless kings,
She's screaming from the door.
That the deeds that I've done
make me deserve what I get & more.
The hatchet prepares it self to swing.
I can't watch a deheading.

Yet we all fall near the end.
No reason not to watch someone hit the ground,
See its not about how you fall,
It's how you land.
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