But that's not my problem, be cuz I have my "educational purposes only" iPad!
Should I post something with Yuen? I'm still waiting for like, people to get their first aid before it starts raining demons, and right now, Tiger boy is just wandering around the back halls, getting lost.
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Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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Angel is ded. Such sad. Very mourn. Many funeral. Not wow.
HEY SO ANY REQUESTS FOR THE NEXT KIND OF MONSTERS CYCLOPS GOBLINS RADIOACTIVE EGRETS C'MON ALL GIMME IDEAS
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Was beginning to wonder if this was dead or not. Looks like not.
How can it die? I haven't brought out more monsters yet!
Aw, Shiinen. Lemme hug you. I said LEMME HUG YOU GET OVER HERE INTO MY CRUSHING EMBRACE BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF MY ANACONDA HUG
I missed you, redwing! I just didn't wanna seem naggy by bugging you.
And Viridian, do you want me to control the monsters? Like, weak ones, but in a pack, and one of them escapes and goes back to Jaki? Then Jaki can scope it out the next night.
And Viridian, do you want me to control the monsters? Like, weak ones, but in a pack, and one of them escapes and goes back to Jaki? Then Jaki can scope it out the next night.
I'm pretty sure Yuen would love one of Marie's cookies. And by love I mean be able to stomach it. He'd be able to stomach anything. Byakko's are sturdy lil critters.
The Byakko jumped suddenly when he heard a voice behind him, whipping around to see the mysterious person introduce himself as the landlord. How had he gotten there! He hadn't heard him approach at all, and his hearing was top notch! Before he could react any further, however, he was quickly handed a pen and key.
"You're in apartment 5B. I hope you'll like your accommodations." the man said. Yuen looked down at the key, nodding. 5B, 5B... That should be on the second floor? A was usually ground floor, and all those higher were labeled in order of the Latin alphabet. How complicated! Couldn't they just use numbers, like everyone else? He nodded to thank the landlord, hurrying out of the room back to the lobby, barely missing the gorgon's entrance. He walked over to his backpack, sidestepping the small puddle of ink on the floor. Yeck, he hoped that didn't leave a stain.
Grabbing his bag, he clipped the pen on his pocket, where he could get it, and proceeded to look for some stairs, an elevator, even a ladder! He wanted to unpack and figure out a way he was going to have to talk to people. Without, well, talking, obviously. It was something annoying how much people talked in Western culture. Small talk, chitchat, casual conversation, there were a million different words for it! And it was rude not to return it! He threw his hands up in the air. How was someone who couldn't talk supposed to stay sane in this stupid world?! It ticked him off!
Walking off his frustration, he avoided the kitchen, turning down the first corridor he came to. He quickly became lost, there were no signs on the walls and no one there to ask for directions. His stomach growled again, this time more painfully. It suddenly struck him- he could die here, starving, his body serving only as a warning to others not to venture forth. How many others before him had fallen victim to the twisting halls of this haunted abode? He grinned. Man, he could have been a poet. If only he had the voice for one.
"You're in apartment 5B. I hope you'll like your accommodations." the man said. Yuen looked down at the key, nodding. 5B, 5B... That should be on the second floor? A was usually ground floor, and all those higher were labeled in order of the Latin alphabet. How complicated! Couldn't they just use numbers, like everyone else? He nodded to thank the landlord, hurrying out of the room back to the lobby, barely missing the gorgon's entrance. He walked over to his backpack, sidestepping the small puddle of ink on the floor. Yeck, he hoped that didn't leave a stain.
Grabbing his bag, he clipped the pen on his pocket, where he could get it, and proceeded to look for some stairs, an elevator, even a ladder! He wanted to unpack and figure out a way he was going to have to talk to people. Without, well, talking, obviously. It was something annoying how much people talked in Western culture. Small talk, chitchat, casual conversation, there were a million different words for it! And it was rude not to return it! He threw his hands up in the air. How was someone who couldn't talk supposed to stay sane in this stupid world?! It ticked him off!
Walking off his frustration, he avoided the kitchen, turning down the first corridor he came to. He quickly became lost, there were no signs on the walls and no one there to ask for directions. His stomach growled again, this time more painfully. It suddenly struck him- he could die here, starving, his body serving only as a warning to others not to venture forth. How many others before him had fallen victim to the twisting halls of this haunted abode? He grinned. Man, he could have been a poet. If only he had the voice for one.
*Judges you with all the fury and righteousness of the Good Lord*
Aw yiss high fives all around the was an awesome post.
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