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I sometimes crave people, but then they visit me with their families and pets and kids and grandparents and suddenly I just want to be alone so I can sleep in peace. /sleepy
9 yrs ago
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I sometimes crave people, but then they visit me with their families and pets and kids and grandparents and suddenly I just want to be alone so I can sleep in peace. /sleepy
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9 yrs ago
You probably find this peanut, but this is the FIRST post ever on RPG for me made on a computer. The keyboard is making me shed tears of happiness. I LOVE YOU ALL. /blows kisses liberally
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9 yrs ago
It's been half a year since my odyssey to find the one true community for me. There is no escaping it, I realise: RoleplayerGuild owns the throne in my heart. Thank you all for making this place great
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10 yrs ago
The "Introduce Yourself" sub-board is heartwarming.
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10 yrs ago
Upside, inside out, it's livin' la vida loca! That's what she's about, livin' la vida loca, livin' la vida locaaa! 🎵
@Gowi He's lucky I like my friend in it enough I don't drop the roleplay like hot potato. But I do feel a bit of regret convincing my friend to partake in it now. Childish, I know. ;d
Okay, so I was doing a bit of quick writing to oil my rusty gears back into business by doing several random scenes in my head. Then I realised, what if other roleplayers were to write the same scene? How would they pack the punch?
This isn't a competitive thread, but rather, one to help us all learn and grow from others' strengths.
Before sending in a new scene, make sure to specify the most pivotal points in the scene itself. Any unspecified details will be choice of the author to modify. If it's a rewrite, tag/mention the last person who did that scene.
Keep all criticisms objective and constructive. Don't be a jackass by being crude and personal.
I'll post one first. Feel free to rewrite, or add a different scenario. (All genre welcome!!)
Point: It's raining, a guy gets home, and he's in for an unpleasant surprise.
The grey blanket above growled at the population of Mistyville before unleashing a harsh torrent of water down.
The sound of the door unlocking and opening was drowned out by the storm outside as a raven-haired young man, his brown parka now dark and heavy from running across the street, walked into his apartment.
"Whaaat?" Jonas could hear before he saw the blonde midget from within the open kitchen.
"I was just about to head out to get some butter! St- oh, you're home," Serena perked up somewhat and untied her apron, left cheek and chin kissed by flour.
He smiled in his usual placcid manner and asked, "Are you making butter chicken?"
"No," the short blonde hung the cloth on the hook right next to the kitchen entrance and redid her ponytail. Part of her baby hairs clung to her sweaty forehead. "I needed more butter to bake some cake for Nelson. More butter, smoother cake!"
"Dad's coming over for dinner? Why."
She snickered at his sullen expression and continued her way towards the bathroom, "Do you need reason to have dinner with family?" He longingly stared at her round rump. "Stop staring at my booty."
"It's a good booty. And forget the butter. Just let him choke on cake."
She exhaled in exasperation and, protest on the tip of her tongue, was interrupted by the door bell cutting the atmosphere with its sanguine music notes.
I just deployed the start of a simple image-upload system so that you can host your roleplay-related images on the Guild instead of hosting them offsite. The benefit of hosting images on the Guild is that the images will stick around as long as your roleplays, and features can evolve from it like an image-album system and a comment system.
You'll notice a new "Images" tab on everyone's profile.
For steadfast and genuine replies when I'm in a tirade mode. For being patient with me when I can't spew anything for our roleplay, yet telling him about the "other ones I'm in". For being a fellow Asian raised very close to my hometown (Asian country) so I feel less awkward as a banana. And for teasing my perverted autocorrect instead of freaking out like a pansy.
Forgetting Ignoring. @ScreenAcne Dude, you're not alone in this. I have a friend who said he wants to get married on the moon. ON THE MOON.
UPDATE: Guess he just wanted to be over the moon on the moon. Poor chum.
New Rant
Darn those creative people who can prettify their posts based on the limited BBCodes allowed. I've been practising for days and I can't- just- what are you made of? Rainbow bubbles and vomit of van Gogh, Picasso and da Vinci's soul, heart and mind? ;__;
I'm like, "Okay, so I know I lived through 8-bit to full blown touchscreen games, and from rust-prone cars to these mar-freakin'-velous vehicles that run on hydroelectricity, and from wooden long houses to concrete stilts, tiny fuzzy television to plasma LCD, but is it okay if I witness inter-planet travel too? Preferably before I'm too old to try it out?"
The grey blanket above growled at the population of Mistyville before unleashing a harsh torrent of water down.
The sound of the door unlocking and opening was drowned out by the storm outside as a raven-haired young man, his brown parka now dark and heavy from running across the street, walked into his apartment.
"Whaaat?" Jonas could hear before he saw the blonde midget from within the open kitchen.
"I was just about to head out to get some butter! St- oh, you're home," Serena perked up somewhat and untied her apron, left cheek and chin kissed by flour.
He smiled in his usual placcid manner and asked, "Are you making butter chicken?"
"No," the short blonde hung the cloth on the hook right next to the kitchen entrance and redid her ponytail. Part of her baby hairs clung to her sweaty forehead. "I needed more butter to bake some cake for Nelson. More butter, smoother cake!"
"Dad's coming over for dinner? Why."
She snickered at his sullen expression and continued her way towards the bathroom, "Do you need reason to have dinner with family?" He longingly stared at her round rump. "Stop staring at my booty."
"It's a good booty. And forget the butter. Just let him choke on cake."
She exhaled in exasperation and, protest on the tip of her tongue, was interrupted by the door bell cutting the atmosphere with its sanguine music notes.
[Cue entrance of another character by another player.]
It was worth bating my breath. Romance RP scares me if people right off the bat dictate who-and-who should hook up as endgame, since my character(s) may grow on their own, like bathroom moss; it's hopeless to control.
I'm not sure if "write a boss battle" as a group will be smooth, but that's just me and my lack of faith of people thinking in sync.
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