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8 yrs ago
Current I RP for the ladies
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8 yrs ago
#Diapergate #Hugs2018
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9 yrs ago
I fucking love catfishing
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9 yrs ago
Every time I insult a certain coworker, i'll take money from their jar. Saving for beer would never be easier!
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9 yrs ago
The Jungle Book is good.
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I might take that advise or a vet assitant


And if you need to placate your parents, sell it as experience. Because it seriously is. I remember when I was looking for my first real job and talking to a career councilor, when they asked me what experience I had to put on a resume I told them... you know, none. They told me that most people have experience and don't realize it because they don't know how to spin it. Volunteering for an animal shelter tells a future councilor or employer that you aren't just looking for the paycheck, but that you really care about animals. Like, a while back my mother was freaking out that she couldn't get a job because she hadn't worked since the eighties, I told her to put on her resume about how she had taken care of her father and was taking care of her mother. A few weeks later, bam, she got a gig as a personal assistant for the elderly.
well what kind of job that could include animals or wirting that doesn't need a digree ?


Whoop, I edited in earlier. Volunteer at an animal shelter. It's low pressure and might be a good way to ease you into these sorts of real world responsibilities.

Writing isn't really a career goal such much as a lottery ticket. Journalism is getting streamlined as newspapers fall to aggregators and low-effort articles increasingly become written by bots. You can get a job there, but you can't really bet on a career. Fiction writing is totally a lottery ticket, in that most people who try to get published only ever make a tiny bit of money, but there is also a small chance you might win the pot and become very successful. Just, you know, you cannot hope to bet on that small chance.

Animals are a different matter. You can make a career out of 'em, albeit the good jobs are behind a paywall. Animal shelter or a pet store seems like a good starting place.

And for long term goals, here you go. Links
I don't even know what I want to do or what job I would be good at. I'm only 21 and my parets so much to do things their way and not my way. I already knew college was going to be a struggle but with my struggling depression and everything its becoem harder and harder to keep myself motivated. Thats why I often roleplay to get away grom the reality of falure.


Start with a job first. Move from there.

Like I love animals but I love writing as well.


Volunteer at an animal shelter. It's low pressure and will help you feel used to responsibility.
Get a job and chill for a while. If you are not in a good place to be going to college, don't force it, that'll just waste your time and money. If your parents don't understand what you need to go forward, shoot for independence first and college next.
Well, unless you overexaggerated her femininity or basically just made her a man with a vagina.


Where would the middle-ground be? Not being difficult, I'm legitimately asking, because I think that is probably going to be the answer to OP's question.

I always felt it would be awkward to focus too much on referencing physical differences ("She felt the weight of her breasts as she jogged") for the same reason it would be awkward to overuse male differences ("The jungle was so humid his testicles stuck to his legs"). Actually, this reminds me that there is a women who writes historical fiction short stories from the perspective of a gay military officer in the 18th century (I forget her name or the name of the stories), and when reading one of those I was pulled out of the story when she used a line sorta like "As he climbed on the horse for battle, the fear made his scrotum pull tight". It was weird because, though I've been scared of shit plenty of times in my life, I don't think i've every consciously thought about what my scrotum was doing while I was afraid. I feel like it was one of those things she wrote because, as a woman, the idea seems like it would be pretty noticeable and worthy of mentioning, but for men it's sort of a tertiary thing. Likewise I always figured over-focusing on female physical traits can end up distracting.

And I also think too that the line for femininity is kind of complex. There is a line that I figure we all kind of know, but it's difficult for me to try and put into words, so it is difficult to know when I've breached it. I've also, like the OP, been told before that my female characters didn't seem very female (by a woman as it turns out), but she couldn't tell me why, and I can't exactly pin point it either.

For OP, I agree with everyone that a sample would help.

Knew the reaper had a conspiracy going with Diablo to get Trump up there.


Mike Myers took out Hillary, the Reaper took out Obama, and tsukune took out Lincoln. That is the Democrat and Republican establishments right there, at least as far as this game goes.

Double Double Trump and Trouble


Time for Day 2.



I looked it up, and Final Fantasy never grabbed a costume, so Michael Myers dies laughing at Final Fantasy as it is. Buffalo Wings, hoping for a drink to wash down its natural sodiums, asks for a Bloody Mary and gets an ArenaSnow. Mahz puts eggs on a mollusk and makes a seafood omelet. A satanic cult made up of Youtube Heroes, a Clown, Baklava, and the entire Overwatch fan base, kills themselves for Satan... or Diablo I guess. X-Tan discovers her backstory and cannot take the shame. Hank is phone. On the job, the Neighborhood Watch Guy catches Palin and Hollyburst chatting about the latest Satanic mass suicide.



Our Token Black Guy gathers the blood of the Youtube Heroes, a Clown, Baklava, and the entire Overwatch fan base, and cleans himself with it. Now, Double Double Trump and Trouble is one of my favorite lines here. It's like, if someone needed to create a tagline for October 2016, "Double Double Trump and Trouble" would be it. Shifty Kebab, like Hank, is phone. Gary Johnson scares the hotel that drove Jack Nicholson out of his mind and made him quote Ed McMahon at the skinny lady with the poppy eyes, proving that murderous insanity isn't nearly as frightening as libertarianism. Shaco does the same for Sans. Broby covers himself with blood... again. Like, this is the second time he has done that. So far, Broby's battle plan has been "Run away from the Cornucopia, cover himself with blood, scream at some bats, and then cover himself with more blood." I get lost in a cornfield. Myyt leaves a bloody handprint, which I expect Broby will end up wallowing in. tsukune sacrifices Lincoln to Satan... or Diablo. MayLien, meanwhile, finds an SNES cartridge with "BloodXXX" written in red paint where the sticker should be.



Moving past the crossover...

Shoryu, after bombarding me with several subpoenas, manages to get one on ol' murderin' Mike and draws fresh energy for for further legal action. The Reaper takes Obama's soul, feeding it to Diablo who, after swallowing the souls of the last six tributes, uses this dark energy to find out who is giving out full sized candy bars and SweeTarts.



And there they go, the brave dead, the honored Halloween warriors. Swedish Death Metal Band, dead from blood loss after turning into a Were-Michael Myers. MayLily, Pokemon GO, and Hillary, killed by a raving crazy Mike Myers. Michael Myers, dead from seeing Final Fantasy and laughing at it. Then Overwatch, the Clown, Youtube Heroes, Baklava, Lincoln, and Obama, whose souls fed Diablo and led him too some sweet candy.
I thought I was going to see your real face then. I got excited :(


@KnightShade

I never knew Vilage to be a cam whore.


I could never be so cruel.


Here we go again.



Gary Johnson finds Aleppo. Lincoln, having earlier put on a French Maid Costume and covered himself in blood, sneaks into somebody's home and sifts through their underwear. I am pretty sure Shoryu is directing his quoth at me, or at least I am taking that as a threat to legal action. The Swedish Death-Metal band, physically destroyed from turning into a Were-Michael Myers, bleeds to death, like a bee using its one sting to maximum effect. While Broby scampers squeeling away from a few tiny mammals, Obama watches this entire Halloween Games play out and can't believe he has found something stupider than the current election year (cheap joke sry).



Undertale, visited by X-Tan, freaks out at her pleading for candy and blocks the door. Mahz hears the suffering, but he turns a blind eye. Palin, Waifu, and the Milkman (band name goals) fail to find a comfortable place to stay, guaranteeing they will wake up sore in the morning. Mike Myers, having spent the last day running, loses his mind and kills MayLily and Hillary before single handedly shutting down Pokemon-GO. Myyt and Michael Myers discover love in our spooky arena. The Hooplah, undeterred by his put-out eye, finds candy.



I don't think I've seen a creepypasta yet that works off of the vanishing hitchhiker motif, but there Leatherface is planting the idea. Diablo receives skittles. MayLien, unimpressed by the minimalism of the Neighborhood Watch signs, thinks it would better communicate its message if my ugly ass face was the one warned against. ArenaSnow swaps scary stories with a mollusk. The spooky clown is with her. The Black Guy, angry at having been haunted by the pre-coitus Michael Myers, takes it out on trick-or-treaters. VarionusNW sleeps next to the massacred bodies of Hillary, MayLily, and Pokemon GO. The Overlook Hotel, having got its bleeding done, tricks Hank. And somewhere, deep in the woods, slumbers a stack of well-slathered chicken, its hot sauce soaking into the earth, its aroma attracting nearby slobs from their dens.
"IT'S ALIIIIVE!!!!"

Or, more so, I am.

Awesome to see this is still kicking! How has everyone been in the 2 years I've been away?

(I was Palestine, in the very likely case I've been forgotten.)


What is Precipice may never die.
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