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STATUS: A roleplay not for the timid: "The quest to restore the abandoned Waffle House" 7 days ago
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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.
2 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).
'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).
Most Recent Posts
What is sleep?
Banned for not knowing speghettification was already a thing... a horriffic and painful thing.
Capture
99 red balloons
Gorge no comprende Gorge.
Minions
Banned because they did so use the word twice.
Oh, right, pre-emptively explaining that Wanjika tends to slur her words with a noticiable speech impairment, due mostly to being hard of hearing.
In short, your voice sounds different than you think it does when you can't hear yourself as well as everybody else.
-Similar to why tape-recordings tend to sound a bit "off" from how the speaker remembers they sounded... except worse... much worse.
-Comparable to driving blind down I-95 in a blizzard.
She's highly concious of this, and tends to exaggerate her voice to a cartoonish extent to cover this up.
Ironicly, this makes her sound like a foriegner. That or "slow" whenever her tongue isn't quite in the right place.
Again, firsthand experiance. Impaired hearing, speech impediments, and decades of speech therapy kinda go together.
*shrugs*
BTW, hug me and I'll shank you with a knife. I've had bad experiances with hugs... I'm getting better at it though.
In short, your voice sounds different than you think it does when you can't hear yourself as well as everybody else.
-Similar to why tape-recordings tend to sound a bit "off" from how the speaker remembers they sounded... except worse... much worse.
-Comparable to driving blind down I-95 in a blizzard.
She's highly concious of this, and tends to exaggerate her voice to a cartoonish extent to cover this up.
Ironicly, this makes her sound like a foriegner. That or "slow" whenever her tongue isn't quite in the right place.
Again, firsthand experiance. Impaired hearing, speech impediments, and decades of speech therapy kinda go together.
*shrugs*
BTW, hug me and I'll shank you with a knife. I've had bad experiances with hugs... I'm getting better at it though.
Clementine's first surprise was when there was a second [stun] grenade going off behind her, porbably giving Trench a bit of a hard time providing any support for the near-future, followed by another one going off between where she'd thrown her's and herself... in what could have nearly been a friendly-fire incident had she not been seeking cover already... she'd have to make a note with Kiss-Shot about using explosives near allies without their permission...
The team's automatic-rifleman was busy trying to regain control of her breathing so she could continue laying good suppressive fire, taking a concious effort to breath to the rythmn of a song, which she picked because she liked it for various reasons [heavy bass, simple, faster tempo than others] which also served to help calm her down and focus on moving faster.
In hindisght, it still probably wouldn't have done her much good even had Kiss-Shot yelled at her to seek cover... being hard of hearing for a large chunk of her life caused her to seek out subtler cues than audiable reprimands... it was then she finally noticed a series of rapid twitches of movement from above and her eyes went wide in horror as her feet dug into the ground to get a bit more speed, her gun went up, but just a little too slow...
Nearly out from between the two frying pans, only to end up in the grease-firefight, she caught an arrow in the leg and went down in short-order as she sprayed a few rounds to keep anyone from getting gutsy enough to make a follow-up shot. The pain had completely messed up the rythmn in her breathing, wich was now considerably more erratic... couldn't be helped, she just had to roll with it.
Speaking of rolling, she took cover by rolling into a supine position under a large control panel just as everything around her started to explode, courtessy of Kiss-Shot apparently leaving her for dead already as she jabbed a medical-stim into her affected thigh.
"WaRn me nExt timE yoU puLl a stUnt like tHat...." She stammered, still not quite settled as she tried at least maintaining a good firing position from her point before continuing, "I'm hit." She added, this time forgetting to stress any of her syllables to hide her accent... although that could just have been the in-game morphine.
The team's automatic-rifleman was busy trying to regain control of her breathing so she could continue laying good suppressive fire, taking a concious effort to breath to the rythmn of a song, which she picked because she liked it for various reasons [heavy bass, simple, faster tempo than others] which also served to help calm her down and focus on moving faster.
In hindisght, it still probably wouldn't have done her much good even had Kiss-Shot yelled at her to seek cover... being hard of hearing for a large chunk of her life caused her to seek out subtler cues than audiable reprimands... it was then she finally noticed a series of rapid twitches of movement from above and her eyes went wide in horror as her feet dug into the ground to get a bit more speed, her gun went up, but just a little too slow...
Nearly out from between the two frying pans, only to end up in the grease-firefight, she caught an arrow in the leg and went down in short-order as she sprayed a few rounds to keep anyone from getting gutsy enough to make a follow-up shot. The pain had completely messed up the rythmn in her breathing, wich was now considerably more erratic... couldn't be helped, she just had to roll with it.
Speaking of rolling, she took cover by rolling into a supine position under a large control panel just as everything around her started to explode, courtessy of Kiss-Shot apparently leaving her for dead already as she jabbed a medical-stim into her affected thigh.
"WaRn me nExt timE yoU puLl a stUnt like tHat...." She stammered, still not quite settled as she tried at least maintaining a good firing position from her point before continuing, "I'm hit." She added, this time forgetting to stress any of her syllables to hide her accent... although that could just have been the in-game morphine.
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