Okay, I'm ready to forcibly ignore the outside world as I write up my post.
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School: Out. Sun: Out. I'm: Playing FF7
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6 yrs ago
how much interest do y'all think there'd be for a climate change nation rp?
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Me: Finally caught up on all my Rps. "Hmmm. Maybe I should join another one"
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im sleepy and dumn
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6 yrs ago
Y'all ever do well in life just to get revenge on everyone you went to highschool with
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woot!
This looks really cool, guis!
I'm currently fighting a headache with cough syrup (dont ask) and so I'm going to nod off before I could actually write anything worthwhile.
BUT
I'm gonna hop on it right away.
This looks really cool, guis!
I'm currently fighting a headache with cough syrup (dont ask) and so I'm going to nod off before I could actually write anything worthwhile.
BUT
I'm gonna hop on it right away.
Holy shit, @icmasticc that sounds horrific.
I'm glad you're doing better, but that sounds super rough
I'm glad you're doing better, but that sounds super rough
Senior year of high school, but I'm definitely in the arts. (I can barely do math!)
I act and improvise, but I definitely prefer improv. I only end up in minor roles on stage as an actor, but I do really well as an improvisor.
Premiere Pro has a brutal learning curve, especially if you're teaching yourself. I've gotten more confident as these weeks have gone by, and now that I'm no longer working on the project, I'm just letting myself play with different effects and figuring out fun little quirky things you can do with the software.
WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU GUIS! LETS KEEP THIS GOING!
I act and improvise, but I definitely prefer improv. I only end up in minor roles on stage as an actor, but I do really well as an improvisor.
Premiere Pro has a brutal learning curve, especially if you're teaching yourself. I've gotten more confident as these weeks have gone by, and now that I'm no longer working on the project, I'm just letting myself play with different effects and figuring out fun little quirky things you can do with the software.
WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU GUIS! LETS KEEP THIS GOING!
Changed my post!
Fixed it so that the Rogs are heard, not seen.
Fixed it so that the Rogs are heard, not seen.
Crazy so far.
My improv team is starting it's performances, and it's been a little overwhelming with the last minute practice and preparation. I've spent more time thinking about improv this past week and a half than I have on any of my actual schoolwork.
And I'm editing a short film together for a class project which is due on Friday. I'm probably going to have to put in extra hours later to make sure it's done. I forced myself to use Premiere Pro on this project, which has meant that I'm teaching myself how to use the software as I go. We have the software in class, but the teacher doesn't know how to use it and so we've never been taught to use it.
(and i also beat father gascione in bloodborne and i spent so long grinding to beat him that im now blazing thru the game)
My improv team is starting it's performances, and it's been a little overwhelming with the last minute practice and preparation. I've spent more time thinking about improv this past week and a half than I have on any of my actual schoolwork.
And I'm editing a short film together for a class project which is due on Friday. I'm probably going to have to put in extra hours later to make sure it's done. I forced myself to use Premiere Pro on this project, which has meant that I'm teaching myself how to use the software as I go. We have the software in class, but the teacher doesn't know how to use it and so we've never been taught to use it.
(and i also beat father gascione in bloodborne and i spent so long grinding to beat him that im now blazing thru the game)
Mags
Mags tottered closer to the village, her head thudding with a dull headache that matched the soreness of her body.
Walking up what would have been recently the main road into the town, Mags saw several wrecked stalls where vendors had obviously sold their goods. Bile rose in her throat when she saw the disemboweled corpse of an old woman lying limp on a dusty rug, flies buzzing headily around the body.
This isn't the work of a dragon..
Then who? Bandits? It would be strange for bandits to raze a town so thoroughly. An evil sorcerer? Maybe if this was a tale told late at night, perhaps.
Entering the relative shade of the buildings around her, Mags had to step delicately past strewn wreckage, forcing herself to avoid staring at the bodies that had been hacked apart.
Slinking past a still smoldering wagon, she realized that the only thing that separated this from the other ruins she scavenged was time. She preferred it when all the bodies were dusty skeletons.
Coughing from the smoke, Mags reached for her water skin, only to remember it was empty. When had she last drank water? No wonder her head was pounding, she was dehydrated. And, judging by the gnawing ache in her stomach, long overdue to eat something as well.
Mags had just rounded a street corner, and saw a dangling wooden sign of a boar attached to a two story building. An inn.
And remarkably intact, as well. The only real sign that something was amiss was the dead body clutching a shattered bow and had a caved in skull. Walking up the dusty steps, she didn't have the slightest stirring of guilt over taking food and water from the dead. She had been doing it all her life, the only thing that was different was that these people had died recently.
The doors to the inn had been propped open, and she stepped through, blinking as she tried to adjust to the darkness inside the building.
The tables and chairs between the door and the bar at the far end of the room had been knocked over, scattered dice and cups lay on the ground. It looks like everyone had left the inn in a rush when the attack started.
Crossing the room, Mags went behind the bar, scanning the bottles and clay jars that held the eye wateringly stiff moonshine that was common in remote human settlements like these.
Shoved in one corner of the bar was a squat barrel with a scratched metal dipper laid across it's wooden lid. Aha!
Scrabbling with the barrel, she dragged off the lid and plunged the dipper into the almost sweet smelling water. Barely pausing to lift it to her head, she drank the entire dipper before plunging it back into the water. Pouring the water over her head, Mags lost grasp of time for several blissful minutes as she drank and washed herself.
The sounds of a cackling war cry pulled the girl from her reverie.
Are those.... Rogs?
She had dealt with Rogs in the past. She could do it again.
Mags tottered closer to the village, her head thudding with a dull headache that matched the soreness of her body.
Walking up what would have been recently the main road into the town, Mags saw several wrecked stalls where vendors had obviously sold their goods. Bile rose in her throat when she saw the disemboweled corpse of an old woman lying limp on a dusty rug, flies buzzing headily around the body.
This isn't the work of a dragon..
Then who? Bandits? It would be strange for bandits to raze a town so thoroughly. An evil sorcerer? Maybe if this was a tale told late at night, perhaps.
Entering the relative shade of the buildings around her, Mags had to step delicately past strewn wreckage, forcing herself to avoid staring at the bodies that had been hacked apart.
Slinking past a still smoldering wagon, she realized that the only thing that separated this from the other ruins she scavenged was time. She preferred it when all the bodies were dusty skeletons.
Coughing from the smoke, Mags reached for her water skin, only to remember it was empty. When had she last drank water? No wonder her head was pounding, she was dehydrated. And, judging by the gnawing ache in her stomach, long overdue to eat something as well.
Mags had just rounded a street corner, and saw a dangling wooden sign of a boar attached to a two story building. An inn.
And remarkably intact, as well. The only real sign that something was amiss was the dead body clutching a shattered bow and had a caved in skull. Walking up the dusty steps, she didn't have the slightest stirring of guilt over taking food and water from the dead. She had been doing it all her life, the only thing that was different was that these people had died recently.
The doors to the inn had been propped open, and she stepped through, blinking as she tried to adjust to the darkness inside the building.
The tables and chairs between the door and the bar at the far end of the room had been knocked over, scattered dice and cups lay on the ground. It looks like everyone had left the inn in a rush when the attack started.
Crossing the room, Mags went behind the bar, scanning the bottles and clay jars that held the eye wateringly stiff moonshine that was common in remote human settlements like these.
Shoved in one corner of the bar was a squat barrel with a scratched metal dipper laid across it's wooden lid. Aha!
Scrabbling with the barrel, she dragged off the lid and plunged the dipper into the almost sweet smelling water. Barely pausing to lift it to her head, she drank the entire dipper before plunging it back into the water. Pouring the water over her head, Mags lost grasp of time for several blissful minutes as she drank and washed herself.
The sounds of a cackling war cry pulled the girl from her reverie.
Are those.... Rogs?
She had dealt with Rogs in the past. She could do it again.
Whipping up a post!
I'm doing something with my girlfriend's family, so we'll see how that goes.
Yeah, I'm seeing Logan and Kong later this weekend.
I don't go to the theaters much, but I have wanted to see Power Rangers. First ironically, and then genuinely when I heard it was actually good.
I don't go to the theaters much, but I have wanted to see Power Rangers. First ironically, and then genuinely when I heard it was actually good.
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