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As the title implies, ITT, we go off an angry/angsty faux-philosophical ramblings.

I'll go first, I guess.

My biggest problem, which I have realized just a bit ago, is that there is never enough time to do what you need, nor what you want to be doing. 86,400 seconds per day to do things is simply never enough, and never will be. I have so many ideas, beautiful, good, bad, horrible, mediocre, simple, and I admit I want to try out every single one of them. I don't care if this RP idea, or game idea, or music idea is horrible, I want to try it out, show it to people, and get their thoughts. I want to know why other people think it's bad. I want to learn things, dammit. The hard way, preferably!

But there isn't enough time! Nor do you have the privilege to not worry about the consequences! There isn't enough time to think about what instruments you want to learn how to play, or how you'd even identify these mysterious little tunes you get in your head, and if you do learn and try to emulate that music that just comes to you, you're sacrificing time that could be better put to use in practical things, like coding or school.

But there isn't enough time in a day to do that either! It's a stupid, impossible balancing act, where you have to try and finish the things that are 'important', but still try and do the things you actually enjoy doing! I WANT to learn how to make video games, I WANT to learn how to make music, and I WANT to roleplay in every single good looking roleplay on this damn site.

But there isn't enough time in a single humans fucking life expectancy to do all those things! Why does it have to be that way? What cruel sentience, what terrible coincidence had to make that so? That's the biggest problem in anything, you have to balance time.

Well, nice getting that out I guess. BUT IT WASTED MY FUCKING TIME. FUCK.
Good luck with this, too. I really wish I could do this with you all, it's just there isn't enough hours in a day to do everything you really want. Y'know?

I'm probably not making any sense...
Y'know what? I'm sorry, but I should pull out of this. I don't mean to insult you, but after thinking about it, this just wouldn't be my style of RP.

I hope you people have a great amount of fun in this. I apologize for leaving.

Edit: As well, I'm simply doing other things, and if I try to do this at the same time, I'm afraid my quality would suffer as a result in this.
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Ruby landed on top of Joshua and immobilized him further, with a somewhat pained "OOMPH!" from Joshua. He ripped off the bag from his head and declared, "Damn, this was a horrible idea for my back... Fine, I surrender! A little prematurely... but nyar! Now get your bird off of me, please?". Ruby then jumped off, landing next to him. Joshua got up, before Alexander grabbing his arm, then suddenly the both of them being tackled by a fourth individual. Schulze, finally doing something. "Ah.. wait. Did he say 'I surrender'?", Schulze asked as Joshua was saying a few mild curses in pain. Joshua got up again, letting out, "Well, that was kind of fun for a few minutes."

"So, shall we go to that diner I mentioned? I love the little baguettes they have. They're infused with cheese somehow. Pretty great!", he then stopped himself, "Oh, wait, yes, yes, yes, switch-weapons. Those things we use to stab things. Yes, let's go back there first.". He then jogged back over to Harolds' Armaments.

They met halfway, as Harold came out It seems like Harold 'saved himself' and was cleaning the inside, as both of them striking a conversation about how fun that was, and how amusing that was to watch respectively. Everyone would then notice Harolds' full appearance, an eyepatch, his little blacksmithing apron, and a steel helmet. Presumably for safety. Don't want an ingot of anything on a shelf smacking your head. He's a tanned one as well, probably not from Coalstrike. He does have an interesting scar on his left eye, probably why he has an eyepatch.

Their conversation halted as Harold realized they were here for their switch-weapons, "Alright, then." he bluntly said, "Switch-weapons. Those are a pain in my ass, but might as well. So, tell me, what's everyone wantin'?" "I can forge pretty much anything as long as it ain't too crazy. And don't worry too much about the Smetal... Err, Starmetal, got a shipment damn recently. No idea why, just a gift from someone I reckon."

This is the time of destiny... This man, with his small and simple forge, will create your switch-weapons with his own blood, sweat, and tears. Forged by materials that come from the very skies, these fine pieces will be silent friends for life. Make sure you're getting what you desire, you won't have another chance soon, if at all.
playing the piano is ez yo.

However, I would reccomend a certain song I'll PM to you.
Not the aliens!
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Jesus, 97% for Koehler?

Time to rek shit yo.
I thought this was a roleplay, not a goddamn novel.

10/10 still haven't finished.
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