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11 days ago
Current A roleplay not for the timid: "The quest to restore the abandoned Waffle House"
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1 mo ago
I do agree with Yandere's sentiment that words not wording workingly do be a problem this time of year.
1 mo ago
Scratch that, place your bets on polymarket.
1 mo ago
Looks like I'll be working on memorial day weekend. And no, this does not mean place any bets on polymarket.
3 mos ago
due to a typo on my part I was nearly convinced I owed the IRS nearly $3000 in excess taxes this year.
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-There will be delays in replies. Largely due to working overtime, voluntary obligations; other RPs and online-things may compete for my attention.

'Bout me:
Started RPing (badly) back in '05, mostly doing nation-RPs with an emphasis on technology and strategy, later edging out to character-espionage and military-tactics before doing "less serious" character roleplays that were outside of the 2005-2008 continuity.

That's when I went to Dead-Frontier, and found the RP community there, joined a clan, did some pretty good roleplays and pretty much loosened-up my online-personality. When the clan-leader decided to move her RPs here, most of the clan followed.

Took a course in technical-writing back in '08, so now I may sometimes use the semicolon correctly.

In 2010 I dusted off the old nation-RP continuity I had, doing a few hetelia-esque RP-shenanigans there..

RP-Habbits: I tend to geek-out on little technical-details, and sometimes infer how those details would impact the background of the roleplay. Great for world-building, not so great when you had a perfectly good plotline and I just MacGyver it off the rails (though I usually er to the side of amusement, sometimes it creates very grim side-stories).

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Well, we're also counting the ones your dragon-friends spawned... They didn't want to feel left-out...

-Also, three and fiteen parent cloning has been a thing since 1997-2002.

First batch of geneticly-engineered children are pretty much reaching age of consent, now.
Seriously
-It has been re-legalized in 2015.

Dr. Julian Bashir was right.
Our kid would probably set fire to the orphanage that houses all of Myst's children... resaulting in this scene:

Too late, Clems come in packs of tens.
'lil Clem got his wings.
Right, the french was a jab at my character's education/background towards their guide.

Most Vietnamese spoke more of a broken French-English-Viet combination that would make a french grammar-teacher start cussing like a sailor while foaming at the mouth.
-I speak pretty much nil to zilch french. Duetsch, on the other hand... yeee, no.

Also, are there any acceptable limits on how many Clint-Eastwoodisms I can make? Because a man's got to know his limitations.
A legally blonde Clem that smiles a lot at people, wears hair at a wierd angle.

Press X to "CLEM!"
The bionic hands
I do have one of my parent's cat's ashes in my closet. Katherine, basically was my cat. Didn't like anyone in the family but me. She was more like a typical cat, but she meant a lot to me throughout my most of my childhood/adolescence. Family had her for 15-16 years. (I don't think I have many pictures of her myself though.)


Almost same, except a few tiny differences.
1. I had to put him down myself.
2. Buried him myself, too. (for awhile I had this irrational fear that I'd buried him alive)
3. Mostly black male /w 2 white spots, green eyes.
4. We never really gave him a name. He knew when we'd bring him food and would seek us out if he needed anything (depending on what he needed), and he'd drink milk and chase after cheese-curds like any good Wisconsin kitty.
5. I was pretty confident I could train him to make a beer-run (he died just a month short from being of legal age).

One of the few things on my phone that I regretted losing was the last (and presumably only) photo we took of him
-Ran into a photo I'd forgotten we'd taken a few years earlier while rummaging through the paint-cans in the basement.

Was kinda hesitant to get a 'replacement cat' afterwards. But "Gus" just kinda... happened. His original owner had died, and was caught by my brother rummaging the dorms around UW Madison. Was a scrawny 'lil cuddler that we nursed until he was a chubby cuddly bowling ball that'd tackle you at the door. (would NOT go outside, never again. Full Nope.)

... He died in my arms as I was taking him to the vet about 2 winters ago.
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