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I may return to roleplaying one day. My life has been in shambles for the past maybe 3 years, and my creative bone has withered away... I miss all of you that I really loved to write with 😔
2 yrs ago
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I may return to roleplaying one day. My life has been in shambles for the past maybe 3 years, and my creative bone has withered away... I miss all of you that I really loved to write with 😔
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2 yrs ago
I fr believe that the universe hates me,,, I keep trying to come back to get back into writing and then like instantly something happens in my life that keeps me from being online at all,,,
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3 yrs ago
i love how every time i'm like "wow i finally have time to come back to this site and write" something happens to me that takes me offline for months,,
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3 yrs ago
Mahz is smart to check in on this terrarium only once in a blue moon LOL /hj
Sasha giggled. "You're just a troublemaker, aren't you?" she teased. She smiled at him. "If they come after you, I'll take care of them for you.." she said, nodding towards the tank in the middle of the room.
Sasha saw this and smiled sadly. "Hey..." she murmured, reaching up and cupping his cheek in her hand gently. "You don't have to worry about it.... I'm sure you'll be fine.."
Sasha laughed and hopped down. "So I could see your fabulous new accesory..." she looked down at his prosthetic. "Well don't you look snazzy..." she teased.
The guy walked through a hall and led Alex to a huge window that viewed the inside of what looked like a giant indoor shooting range. He pointed to Sasha, who was atop a mini tank, screwing something back onto the top of it. "There she is." he said.
Sasha sat back and looked at her work, giving herself an approving nod. "Better..." she murmured.