Darcel
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Half Priest, Half Sinner.
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"Let them eat drugs." – Marie Antoinette, upon discovering Twitter's comment section.
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"May all your delulu becomes trululu in 2024."
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"Grandad, tell us more about the 2020 Toilet Paper Famine."
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Me, taking a shot everytime I hear the word "destiny" in the Witcher series: "Hmmm, fuck."
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Before cofee: "I hate you." After coffee: "I feel good about hating you."
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That moment when you realise that babies aren't that bad..
Bienvenue sur Roleplayerguild.
Welcome.
There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket. He pressed the button, and cursed out loud.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket. He pressed the button, and cursed out loud.
Welcome.
Welcome, don't froget your password this time.
@superservo27
On another note, I also agree with these two >>>@Silver Carrot@FrankenDaughter
Good luck.
1- Read.
If you don't have time to read, you definitely won't have time to write. Simple as that.
A cup of tea/ coffee and a book, enjoy the adventure.
Yes, taste the syllables and devour the words until the whole story is fully chewed and digested thoroughly.
If it's good, you'll find out. If it's badly written, throw the book out of the window.
A cup of tea/ coffee and a book, enjoy the adventure.
Yes, taste the syllables and devour the words until the whole story is fully chewed and digested thoroughly.
If it's good, you'll find out. If it's badly written, throw the book out of the window.
2- Imagination.
Reading is the finest teacher of how to construct thoughts.
Word after word comes the power of magination.
Before you type, I want you to think, talk to your mind, express your ideas, shape and look at the view without depending on your eyes.
Focus and as fucked as it seemed, hear the voice of the character you're creating— Female or male? hunter or vampire? human or perhaps some dead queen for 1,000 years and like we french people say: C'est la voyage de temps, mon ami.
Word after word comes the power of magination.
Before you type, I want you to think, talk to your mind, express your ideas, shape and look at the view without depending on your eyes.
Focus and as fucked as it seemed, hear the voice of the character you're creating— Female or male? hunter or vampire? human or perhaps some dead queen for 1,000 years and like we french people say: C'est la voyage de temps, mon ami.
3- Emotions.
You are no better than one-liners if you can't do something as intricate and necessary as making somebody feel something when they read your words. Yes, roleplayers know how to spell, and yes they are very skilled at using a period at the end of sentences. But in all actuality, most are just building brick walls for us, instead of framing what we came here for: A live experience. A staircase, really.
Length? fuck that. Filler words don't count unless you're writing an essay for school. This is Roleplayerguild, a place where swords clash, words flutter off or splatter on the screen, wings extend from the backs of devine creatures. I don't want to see 1,600 words about nothing but rather, need 16 words about something. Build a kingdom, carry readers out of this world and set them down in a field of velvet, saccharin roses.
Your character is sad and hurt?
Make the words bleed tears.
Happy and funny?
Show us, make us smile and laugh like dorks.
In love?
Well, make the post pump and dance like a second beating heart.
Without emotional characters, you are just writing robotic events.
Find the right words and the rest is simple.
Make it matter, okay?
Length? fuck that. Filler words don't count unless you're writing an essay for school. This is Roleplayerguild, a place where swords clash, words flutter off or splatter on the screen, wings extend from the backs of devine creatures. I don't want to see 1,600 words about nothing but rather, need 16 words about something. Build a kingdom, carry readers out of this world and set them down in a field of velvet, saccharin roses.
Your character is sad and hurt?
Make the words bleed tears.
Happy and funny?
Show us, make us smile and laugh like dorks.
In love?
Well, make the post pump and dance like a second beating heart.
Without emotional characters, you are just writing robotic events.
Find the right words and the rest is simple.
Make it matter, okay?
4- Write.
This is how you do it: you sit down and play with your the keyboard as if you were a pianist.
All you have to do is write the true sentences until it's done.
You take your characters, you put them on a journey, you find out who they really are.
More importantly, believe and care about your characters the same way you care about living humans you see every day.
Be unpredictable while noting down because there is nothing more delicious about writing words of a story and never quite know where they'll take you.
Don't be random, there must be a reason for each smile, each kick and each step you write. After all, the choice of your actions will express the truth of your character.
All you have to do is write the true sentences until it's done.
You take your characters, you put them on a journey, you find out who they really are.
More importantly, believe and care about your characters the same way you care about living humans you see every day.
Be unpredictable while noting down because there is nothing more delicious about writing words of a story and never quite know where they'll take you.
Don't be random, there must be a reason for each smile, each kick and each step you write. After all, the choice of your actions will express the truth of your character.
4- Enjoy.
Some people roleplay because they are bored, I hope you're not one of those creatures.
Find out the reason that commands you to write. Aside boredom, possess your own spirit and the spirit of your roleplay partners.
Roleplay is food, feast your mind and fucking enjoy it. Don't worry, you will never gain weight.
You roleplay and you fucking mean it.
Find out the reason that commands you to write. Aside boredom, possess your own spirit and the spirit of your roleplay partners.
Roleplay is food, feast your mind and fucking enjoy it. Don't worry, you will never gain weight.
You roleplay and you fucking mean it.
The bottom line?
Don't tell me nice things, show me nice things.
Don't tell me nice things, show me nice things.
On another note, I also agree with these two >>>@Silver Carrot@FrankenDaughter
Good luck.
@ArenaSnow as long as we have someone like you-- always welcoming new members, helping here and there, we don't have to worry about another guildfall.
There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that,
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that,
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