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Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.

I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.

I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.

TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.

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@Themerlinhawk Anger? Punch a pillow. Stress? ...Pillow punching is also good. Exhaustion? Sleep. Creative exhaustion? Take a break from writing, and read a book or play a game. If not any of the above, detail the problem.
Well, since I'm pretty certain @Akayaofthemoon is also a veteran of this particular RP, they may possibly wish to create their own reboot. However, since I'm fully aware of many alternative options, variables and results from here on, this is not a request for them to do so.
(Insert double post apology here.) Lucky you didn't mention Caleb in your post, given that I posted mine literally seconds before.
I decided to drop the title... it was breaking my flow a little. Sorry if it's a little short.
Caleb blinked at the shout of the boy calling out to him. Glancing at the group, he felt an urge to try and join them... an urge to 'belong'. But then the moment passed, and he shook away the impulse. Picking up his schedule and checking where his cabin was on the map in the rule book, he stepped away.




Soon enough, he found it. Cabin 1. Aside from the two girls he could hear in Cabin 4, nobody else had actually gone out of their way to locate their lodgings. Setting his bag on the bottom bunk, he lay down on his back and looked up at the 'ceiling' above him.

It would seem he'd be here for a while. Casting a look at his schedule, it seemed he was assigned to 'Conjuration'. And, for now at least, he had this cabin to himself. Sighing and sitting up once more, he began to sort through his things.
FOR THE LAST TIME, THEY ARE NOT MY PETS
Sorry, but I already served my time. Banned for misuse of the law.
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