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Wait so how long after the initial introduction scene is the freeroam?

The Hxzardxus Guard.

Goodness, this is certainly an interesting proposition you've put forth. However, before I confirm any possible attachment to this project, I'd like to make some important inquiries and suggestions regarding issues I have found with the nature of the advertised service.

Even though you allude to some in your opening post, I would like to know about more tangible membership benefits. Your draw is posited on the premise that this society of yours will ensure mutual support between members. However, it does not appear that you provide things such as dental plans, health insurance, or, ironically, hazard pay. As a result, what you are offering is little more than a subjective mental/social phenomena as opposed to anything concrete.

This brings me to my first issue: this service is not an exclusive one. Ergo, there is no visible incentive to join this group over, for example, joining an RP on site and interacting with like-minded people - a process which tends to provides more naturally-formed relationships, and also grants a degree of entertainment. As it stands, this organization of yours is little more than a facsimile of something organic, attempting to get something which it cannot. Your opening post targets the demographic of individuals who are, for various reasons, unable to develop a proper emotional support network. While you may get individuals who do not fit this descriptor, your premise does not strike a particularly vast demographic, which reduces your overall probability of acquiring support.

Knowing this, my suggestion is to find a unique selling point–a legitimate service, a common ideal to strive towards, or whatever else bands many people together–and/or an alternative demographic to target, such as attempting to acquire youth in general as opposed to your current targets. This brings me to my suggestion of a unique method by which to attract the attention of a specific demographic. As a dedicated academic with certifications in multiple emerging fields¹ relevant to the topic at hand, it is my understanding that you are perhaps most well-known on-site for your instrumental participation in an event that had occurred approximately twenty four days ago.

I understand you may be confused regarding what event I am referring to, but trust me that leveraging the ramifications of such will ultimately benefit you more than you believe. In fact, I wrote a dissertation² on this topic recently that you may wish to read and be enlightened.

Don't worry. Despite my lack of forthcomingness about the subject of this content, don't disregard my words simply because I have not explained what it is that I am speaking of. I may not know what your reaction to these game-changing suggestions will be, but as long as you do the following, you can succeed: check the first letter of every paragraph.

^{1PhD in Dankonomics, Harvard University; Masters in Memetics, Oxford University; Bachelors of Arts in Shitposting, University of Phoenix
2Adolescent Acquisition: An Examination of the Socio-Political Impact of Kid Getting on the American Economy by Dr. Mayle Bachs}

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i should go for Throwbacks™ and have mika chat up lonely lunch kototo

or i could have him deliver strange things to bang's house

tough choice.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

alrighty, I'm free tonight so I can probably see 'bout writing summin' up

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^ I think you broke him.

As for your question: Mika needs his sleeeeep

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@NarayanK

I know a way to destroy your mind.

@Feisty-Pants

Whatever it is, you have ny approval as co-GM to do so.

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Sasaki Kirima - Killing Me Softly

Sitting around a long table, listening to a speaker's presentation was, for all their feigned excitement and statistical backing, droll and soul-destroying - in other words, it was your usual business meeting. Unfortunately, this type of thing was to be expected in his line of work. Though on paper he was a researcher, at this point in time he was little more than a glorified secretary, propelled above - yet still somehow below - his station through his contacts.

At least it paid well.

The giant's eyes stayed planted on the front of the room, but his mind began to wander. He wondered how long this meeting would take. He wondered what he'd make for dinner tonight. And finally, he wondered how those two kids were doing at university. They weren't exactly social butterflies by any meaning of the term, but he had faith in them and their ability to make lasting bonds. Or at the very least, not completely breakdown without his supervision (though that was a problem moreso for one than the other). He looked down to the phone on his thigh, tempted to inquire about how things had progressed so far. He clicked it on before noting that it hadn't been all that long since their classes were supposed to have started. He closed his phone and briefly considered that he might be worrying a bit too much...

Suddenly, a notification.

'So she's finished already,' the Sasaki thought, 'Though considering the time zones, I shouldn't be too surprised...' He reached for his phone and brought it up to the table. At this point he'd eliminated all pretenses of paying attention; fortunately, nobody would really care. It's not as if they'd thought highly of someone like him before. He skimmed through the mission report. Though the mission was a success, it was definitely a Tsurara-brand success: showy, messy, and with lots of extraneous action. The Tsurara girl was a like a wrecking ball compared to the surgical scalpel of his main operative. But wrecking balls had their place; you don't use a scalpel when you want to take down a building after all.

He sent a text to Adam Pride:

K

Sasaki

Mika Alkaev - Disheartened

"..."

Mika stared into space for a few moments, his mind processing Aria's statements and her reactions again and again and again AND AGAIN. He was not having a good time, and it was pretty clear by the slight trembling. After a few awkward moments he took a breath and spoke: "Oh. Ok." He was thinking about what else to say before their teacher descended from the heavens to stop a fight from erupting between two students - the playdough guy and an Institute girl. His lips became a hard line as Professor Namashiya gave her instructions for the rest of the day and absconded.

'First things first, I'd better pick up the uniform,' Mika decided, detaching himself from the current situation with Aria and heading to the classroom. He arrived first with little difficulty and began inspecting the uniform. It reminded him of a different uniform, but the color wasn't really his style. It reminded him a bit too much of his time in Seneca. Ignoring those lingering thoughts, he peeked out the doorways and out the windows before quickly dressing up.

The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 15 - Something People Wouldn't Expect Me to Like

Cry Thunder by DragonForce

It's a bit of a change from my usual preference for less 'intense' kinds of music, yeah. Thought about doing something country until I realized the song I would've chosen was a bit similar to something I'd put before.

A special look at! «The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» (omake series)

Noya
Meanwhile, subsequently, in a location that could be accurately described as 'somewhere else' // 14:15 Hours

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"..."

The blond bastard stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing with frightening focus. Around him, the ambient noises of this forest-themed floor and the footfalls of his comrade were all that could be heard. There were no threats, and all was calm. He brought his hand up to chin. Ahead of him, the man known as Dollmaker stopped and turned to face his adventuring partner.

"Something wrong?" he asked, a concerned look crossing his face. For a while, there was no response but silence from the younger male. Finally, following a few moments of pensive reflection, Noya answered:

"I can't help but feel that someone, somewhere is making insulting - yet surprisingly accurate - comments about my person."

The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 13 - To Sing in the Shower

One Dance by Drake ft. Kyla and Wizkid

Imagine a particularly deep voice suddenly going full squeaker for the intro/bridge and you have the Grey's Bathroom Experience™