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Current The first computer dates back to Adam and Eve. It was an Apple with limited memory, just one byte. And then everything crashed.
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I like classical music too. It brings me bach to a time where music was at its best.
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Don't you just love it when sudden inspiration results in a kick-ass post?
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Did you hear the one about the recycling triplets? Their names are Polly, Ethel, and Ian.
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I've forgotten how great it feels to do back to back responses for a rp. It's a feeling I've missed.
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My hands are over your eyes
I'll keep you safe, keep you blind
What would you say if you knew?


Writer Cancer ENFP Lover of All Things Trashy Gamer Fanboy Character Storage Thread

Altered Tundra is not like most people. He can be just as fiery as a roaring firestorm or as cold as ice cubes forced down the back. Often sweet like fresh nectar on the tongue and is absolutely loyal to those he considers his friends. He wears his heart on his sleeve, so when he falls, he falls hard. There aren't any if/ands/buts about it.

It does not take much to impress him, but it takes a bit extra to wow him. Easily impressed and easily befriended. Get past that small dose of antisociality and you may find a friend in him. Everyone who gets to know this man tends to adore and love him. This isn't tooting his own horn - it's just a fact. People have told him this; though, this doesn't mean he isn't without some drawbacks. Like everyone, he is only human. He is subject to his own product defects. Emotional as the stereotypical cancer, he's moody and sensitive. No, he's not like those special snowflakes, but he does get touchy about certain things. There's also this innate desire for him to make sure those that he had a deep admiration for to know exactly how he feels for them.

This where his lack of subtlety comes into play. A man who loves with his gentle heart, he wants to make sure those who might hurt or are hurting know that they can come to him regardless of what happened. If he could make someone smile or feel as though his comments have helped in any capacity, he considers that a job well-done. Plus, it might do well for his own confidence that his words didn't totally screw up whatever friendship with whomever he sent those words of kindness to.

Beauty attracts the eyes
But personality captures the heart.



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@Liseran Thistle
You are right about one thing. This is a great roleplaying site. Doesn't have all of the features like most sites do, but it has a good community with plenty of quality writing partners. So, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for.

And with that being said, welcome to the Guild!
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Welcome to the Guild! Should you need anything, my PM's are always open. Hope you enjoy your stay!
Banned for not being alluring in the light.
Banned for telling me what to do.
Banned because I don't know a Trevor.



There was quite the number of items that crossed Jackson's mind since he had made his unwilling arrival into the waiting room. He thought about what he was doing before he was encouraged to come to the U.D.F. Headquarters. His mind then wandered to the simple things that this world had to offer: the mountain ranges, the monuments built in honor of fallen warriors and the like, the plains that were so relaxing with the breeze of the wind on Jackson's face, and hell, even his burnt down village held a sort of sentimental value for Jackson. He had revisited it a few things over the decade he was exploring the world.

All of those things went through his mind but not once did he think about why he was here nor did he care. As far as he was concerned, these U.D.F. fuckwads can shove it where the sun don't shine. Not only didn't he care, if asked, Jackson may very well make their lives even more difficult. Was it childish? Perhaps. Was Jackson too old of a man to play these games? Never. If they wanted to drag him against his will like a child, then may the god's smite them and their children, he was going to act accordingly.

There was a time and a place for everything. Jackson couldn't remember where he heard that; probably from some book he was read to as a child. Who the hell knows, but it certainly applied to what he was feeling and experiencing at this very moment.

Jackson outstretched his arms and legs and unleashed an unreasonably, loud yawn. His eyes then went around the room. There had been new arrivals since the last time he checked. Added to the kid who kept to himself, some bald monk-type person joined them and then some young blonde. Jackson's attention stayed with her briefly, seeing her doing something with one of the fish. He shrugged, choosing to focus more on what that other chick had asked.

Before addressing that question asked, Jackson, did something unthinkable. He would actually consider his words carefully. Shocking to anyone who experienced his previous outburst, which was the kid with the fade and that brunette, he took just a few moments. And then, with a vocal 'a-ha', Jackson had then spoken, "Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart. All I know is these dickweeds forced me here without so much as a valid reason. I'll tell you this, though," he leaned forward, vision going all around the room as if to garner the attention of everyone in the room, "if they don't hurry it up, I'm bouncing like one of them super balls. you know, the ones colored in swirls and that bounce as high as the eye can see." He nodded to himself as if confirming his resolve of what he just said.
@Dirty Pretty Lies
My thot detector is going off!
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