Dervish Member
Let's get volatile
STATUS: Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page. 5 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Dervish
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Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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7 yrs ago
Somebody stole my mood ring. I don't know how to feel about it.
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7 yrs ago
Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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My goal these days is to have an RP that can actually finish, or the very least, last a few years. I see way too many die on page one to take chances
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Lowering the site's value since January 2012.
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I am strongly considering buying it. I love ridiculous shit.
Man, you guys are boring as fuck.
This wasn't for April's fools, but a few years back when I worked at the Walmart Supercenter deli, I was on one of those magic shifts where everyone you work with (including your supervisor) are good friends and have a sense of humour. When my buddy I've known since grade 10 went on his lunch break, I quickly told everyone else what I was doing and had the bakery girl help me whip up some real-ish looking blood, tore a hole in the finger of my glove, and had another glove filled with the fake blood.
So when he comes back, we go about as normal, and when we have a lapse in customers, I pretend I'm cleaning the meat slicer (which, if you aren't familiar, is a giant rotating blade of amputation if you're a dumb fuck) and talking to him at the same time. One of the things we usually did to clean the blade was manually spin it while we hold a cleaning cloth against the cutting edge, it does all the work. Of course, you make sure it's in the storage position where it poses no risk of cutting you. I had it up one step above that, and when he turned his back to grab something I cut a hole in the blood glove, which filled the "cut" finger and was dripping all over the place. Show time!
Apparently, I'm a good enough actor that my supervisor, who I told I was going to do this, was about to call for first aid but I somehow managed to wave her off without tipping my buddy off, who was starting to freak out a bit and we went around back to the sink area, dripping red liquid all along the way, my glove is just filled with this shit at this point. I had him going for about five minutes before I let him know I was okay, to which we had a pretty good laugh and climaxed with a "Blood Glove High Five!" which caused the shit to splatter fucking everywhere. It looked like a scene out of Dexter.
Totally worth the clean-up.
This wasn't for April's fools, but a few years back when I worked at the Walmart Supercenter deli, I was on one of those magic shifts where everyone you work with (including your supervisor) are good friends and have a sense of humour. When my buddy I've known since grade 10 went on his lunch break, I quickly told everyone else what I was doing and had the bakery girl help me whip up some real-ish looking blood, tore a hole in the finger of my glove, and had another glove filled with the fake blood.
So when he comes back, we go about as normal, and when we have a lapse in customers, I pretend I'm cleaning the meat slicer (which, if you aren't familiar, is a giant rotating blade of amputation if you're a dumb fuck) and talking to him at the same time. One of the things we usually did to clean the blade was manually spin it while we hold a cleaning cloth against the cutting edge, it does all the work. Of course, you make sure it's in the storage position where it poses no risk of cutting you. I had it up one step above that, and when he turned his back to grab something I cut a hole in the blood glove, which filled the "cut" finger and was dripping all over the place. Show time!
Apparently, I'm a good enough actor that my supervisor, who I told I was going to do this, was about to call for first aid but I somehow managed to wave her off without tipping my buddy off, who was starting to freak out a bit and we went around back to the sink area, dripping red liquid all along the way, my glove is just filled with this shit at this point. I had him going for about five minutes before I let him know I was okay, to which we had a pretty good laugh and climaxed with a "Blood Glove High Five!" which caused the shit to splatter fucking everywhere. It looked like a scene out of Dexter.
Totally worth the clean-up.
Voltin said
0_o The hell. Where did Vakte go, and what did you do with him?
His name is Tyler Durden.
Couldn't you call animal control about the runaway dogs? Seems to be the only way for people to take a hint outside their dogs getting killed.
It's the act of looking at maps that spreads disease. How could you be so careless?
InspectorGadget said
My brother went to Toro at NYU. He is a lawyer. He has nearly half a million dollars in debt. 83,000 is nothing. Get the education you have earned and fuck the money. It is a fictional fixation industry creates to keep you scurred. Enjoy your life and let your kids pay for it when you're dead.
Great advice if you want your resentful children to dump your withered corpse in an unmarked grave.
Nat's threads push down most of the threads that are worth reading.
Day is made. You are a true friend.
Baklava said
I never want to see another human heart as long as I live....I'll get a post up once my mind stops pulsating with echos of words like pulmonary, atriovascular, and coronary....
I guess that means we're never live streaming Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. It really tugs at my heart strings.
At least it's not ebola. Apparently that decided to make a grand reappearance in East Africa again.
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