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Sorry for the sudden absence, all! My power went out for a couple days (Along with 90 percent of southeast Michigan) and it only -just- came back.
8 yrs ago
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Sorry for the sudden absence, all! My power went out for a couple days (Along with 90 percent of southeast Michigan) and it only -just- came back.
8 yrs ago
I. AM. BACK. Sort of. Mostly. New job actually lets me check the guild from work sometimes, and I just have -NOTHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE ANYMORE-. So yeah. I'm around.
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8 yrs ago
Hey! To those people I was trying to RP with, I apologize for my sudden disappearance. This is literally the first chance I've had to hop on again- And I've already gotta go. I WILL RETURN, ONE DAY!
Bio
This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt.
I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought.
So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create.
And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself.
But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane.
Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom.
I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes.
The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life.
So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude.
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This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt.
I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought.
So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create.
And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself.
[img]http://cheesewearingtheology.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Muppets-Maniacal-Laugh.jpg[/img]
But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane.
Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom.
I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes.
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The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life.
So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude.
Let's write some shit.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Got some essplainin' mister!">Got some essplainin' mister! [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">This is just a brief description of my unique situation. Read it or do not: I put it here, as I mention later, because some people were asking a lot of questions, so I wanted to just put it out there, nice and blunt.<br><br>I'm a younger man with a penchant for writing. I won't share the story in its entirety, purely because it's personal, but a rough childhood lead to a 'splintering' of personalities. While I am not technically schizophrenic, nor do I have D.I.D, (Dis-associative identity disorder) my situation has been compared to both, with numerous (By now, eleven years later, a few hundred) individual splinters of personality in my head having taken shape as beings with individual personality and thought.<br><br>So basically I hear voices. And they become the characters with whom I write all that I create.<br><br>And no. The voices do -not- tell me to kill people. I do that myself.<br><br><img src="http://cheesewearingtheology.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Muppets-Maniacal-Laugh.jpg" /><br><br>But no, humor aside, the above is true, and is the reason I write. On a more specific note, it is -not- so bad that I am considered ill in any way. It's like having imaginary friends. I -know- they aren't real, and comprehend the boundaries between fantasy and reality with perfect clarity. But they each have their own personalities, their own thoughts. So if we RP, or talk for a while, and you occasionally hear me mention a character as if they're a person I know and speak to, this is why- I'm not just batshit insane.<br><br>Well, I am. But that's not the cause or a symptom.<br><br>I bring this up solely because a few people were asking a lot of questions. So, I dropped the story here! Feel free to ask about it, but don't expect any comprehensible reply half the time. It's incredibly hard to explain sometimes.</div></div><br><br>The above hider is just for people who want to know why I'm a little bit crazy. For all others, I'm a pretty simple guy: Writing is my life. I have a job, and a social life to take care of- But writing is the most personal, the most intimate, and the most important thing I do with my time. Novels, roleplays, stories written for friends, a simple letter- It's something I just enjoy doing. It doesn't have to be long, or incredibly descriptive- Though sometimes it just might be. The placing of words into something permanent, something to be remembered- SOmething that people can read that will bring them to laugh and cry and feel, that will make them think and dream and draw them into a world other than our own: That is my goal in life.<br><br>So yeah let's RP bro. Or ma'am. Or friendo. Buddy pal kid mate love dude.<br><br>Let's write some shit.<br></div>