"Tell us who you are, what you like, what you write—whatever strikes your fancy."
Right, yeah. Introductions and all that jazz.
Who you(I) are(am): You don't need my name, man. Why do you care about my name? Let's be honest -- you don't care about my name. In fact, the mere concept of knowing my name, it-it-it-it disgusts you. You're reviled at the mere notion of even reading my name. You already know enough people, my dog, so you don't need the name of some random idiot, half-assedly welcoming himself into your community of literarily-endowed individuals. Go ask your mom what her name is, dog, and give her a hug or something. Unless your mom sucks or whatever, then, like, go hug a friend. Or your dog. Or yourself, if you're that bereft of lovable individuals in your life (it's alright, man -- we've all been there).
What you(me still) like: Dude, a better question is what do I not like? I mean, I like a lotta' shit. For one, that italics button up there at the toppa' this little text box, man. Super nice. Definitely an upgrade from having to copy and paste text over to that hellhole Facebook. Oh, man, now that's something that I hate; Facebook roleplaying, dude. I spent the worse part of a decade -- that is, the last decade, in case it wasn't obvious right off the tip-top -- roleplaying on Facebook. Dude, if I wasn't unsure whether I'm allowed to cuss on this forum, I'd totally tell everyone on that website to go fuck themselves. What an awful place to spend your formative years learning to shape your writing skills -- take it from me, the formative expert on the subject. Of course, it doesn't help that I only was able to study English up to Grade 4. American Education System, amiright? Hell yeah, I know you Britbongers out there feel me. You Euroboys/girls flock to these writing sites.
What(,) you(also me, still, as far as I'm aware) write(?): Dude, totally. I love writing. It's great, man, for just getting shit in my brain outside of me. If I don't write for a couple weeks at a time, my brain gets all backed-up and that's how I end up pacing back and forth at 1:00 A.M. trying to walk myself through whether we as humans have a moral obligation to continue the species or not. Honestly, if anything, I think we have a moral obligation to end our species, or at least to remove ourselves from this solar system as soon as feasible. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not high on some "let's nuke ourselves because humans eat meat" shit, right? I'm just saying, if we're really honest with ourselves, we've caused irrevocable harm to the planet which has completely fucked a billion different species and sent them toward extinction(present party included). Like, a lotta' people seem to try and chalk the downfall of humanity to culture, but that's bullshit. Culturally, we've always been on an incline. "B-b-b-b-but Trump!" you scream, between sips of your caramel macchiato. Yeah, the dude sucks, right? Politically, we're pretty screwed, I think. America might need to nuke itself -- here's hoping I can hightail it to Winnipeg before that shit rolls around, man. But, by and large, Racism and Sexism and the other -isms and -ists are on a steep decline. Shit's bad for minorities, dog -- I feel you, to the best of my abilities. But things're getting better. All that, to say that culture isn't what's killing us, man, but laziness. An absolute refusal to recognize the real ass harm we're doing. Like-
Just-
Man, I dunno', man.
But, what am I supposed to do about it? We live in a world run on seclusion and self-inflicted philosophical isolation right? Like, you can't tell people what to do, right? You can't say "Recycle!" or people get all defensive and shit. But if you just ignore it all, you're part of the problem. I mean, what the fuck do I do? I live in the middle of fucking nowhere in Kentucky, man. Closest thing we've got to a landmark is our University, which is so garbage that I'm moving to Maryland for college, man. There aren't rallies here or protests or even corporations to rally and protest against in the first place, so what the fuck do you do?
Oh, right, sorry. I write, like, fuckin' stories, dog, what else? I mean, I don't ramble like this when I write(usually), but my responses are usually pretty lengthy. Although, I bet there are some peeps here who write actual fuckin' novellas for their roleplays and that might be a bit much for me, man. I mean, like, not like "oh three paragraphs thats pretty long," I mean, I bet there're people who write pages-worth. I go about a page deep and die there, my dog.
Oh, and I do know what a paragraph is, despite current evidence to the contrary.
What strikes your fancy: I'm bi, thanks for asking. Pretty old fashioned way of posing the question, though, my hombre.
dude i really hope that this is going to the right place on the forum because if i post this in like the ERP section or some shit accidentally im gonna have to go back that trashfire Roleplay. com and i really dont want to go back there the children frighten me
Right, yeah. Introductions and all that jazz.
Who you(I) are(am): You don't need my name, man. Why do you care about my name? Let's be honest -- you don't care about my name. In fact, the mere concept of knowing my name, it-it-it-it disgusts you. You're reviled at the mere notion of even reading my name. You already know enough people, my dog, so you don't need the name of some random idiot, half-assedly welcoming himself into your community of literarily-endowed individuals. Go ask your mom what her name is, dog, and give her a hug or something. Unless your mom sucks or whatever, then, like, go hug a friend. Or your dog. Or yourself, if you're that bereft of lovable individuals in your life (it's alright, man -- we've all been there).
What you(me still) like: Dude, a better question is what do I not like? I mean, I like a lotta' shit. For one, that italics button up there at the toppa' this little text box, man. Super nice. Definitely an upgrade from having to copy and paste text over to that hellhole Facebook. Oh, man, now that's something that I hate; Facebook roleplaying, dude. I spent the worse part of a decade -- that is, the last decade, in case it wasn't obvious right off the tip-top -- roleplaying on Facebook. Dude, if I wasn't unsure whether I'm allowed to cuss on this forum, I'd totally tell everyone on that website to go fuck themselves. What an awful place to spend your formative years learning to shape your writing skills -- take it from me, the formative expert on the subject. Of course, it doesn't help that I only was able to study English up to Grade 4. American Education System, amiright? Hell yeah, I know you Britbongers out there feel me. You Euroboys/girls flock to these writing sites.
What(,) you(also me, still, as far as I'm aware) write(?): Dude, totally. I love writing. It's great, man, for just getting shit in my brain outside of me. If I don't write for a couple weeks at a time, my brain gets all backed-up and that's how I end up pacing back and forth at 1:00 A.M. trying to walk myself through whether we as humans have a moral obligation to continue the species or not. Honestly, if anything, I think we have a moral obligation to end our species, or at least to remove ourselves from this solar system as soon as feasible. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not high on some "let's nuke ourselves because humans eat meat" shit, right? I'm just saying, if we're really honest with ourselves, we've caused irrevocable harm to the planet which has completely fucked a billion different species and sent them toward extinction(present party included). Like, a lotta' people seem to try and chalk the downfall of humanity to culture, but that's bullshit. Culturally, we've always been on an incline. "B-b-b-b-but Trump!" you scream, between sips of your caramel macchiato. Yeah, the dude sucks, right? Politically, we're pretty screwed, I think. America might need to nuke itself -- here's hoping I can hightail it to Winnipeg before that shit rolls around, man. But, by and large, Racism and Sexism and the other -isms and -ists are on a steep decline. Shit's bad for minorities, dog -- I feel you, to the best of my abilities. But things're getting better. All that, to say that culture isn't what's killing us, man, but laziness. An absolute refusal to recognize the real ass harm we're doing. Like-
Just-
Man, I dunno', man.
But, what am I supposed to do about it? We live in a world run on seclusion and self-inflicted philosophical isolation right? Like, you can't tell people what to do, right? You can't say "Recycle!" or people get all defensive and shit. But if you just ignore it all, you're part of the problem. I mean, what the fuck do I do? I live in the middle of fucking nowhere in Kentucky, man. Closest thing we've got to a landmark is our University, which is so garbage that I'm moving to Maryland for college, man. There aren't rallies here or protests or even corporations to rally and protest against in the first place, so what the fuck do you do?
Oh, right, sorry. I write, like, fuckin' stories, dog, what else? I mean, I don't ramble like this when I write(usually), but my responses are usually pretty lengthy. Although, I bet there are some peeps here who write actual fuckin' novellas for their roleplays and that might be a bit much for me, man. I mean, like, not like "oh three paragraphs thats pretty long," I mean, I bet there're people who write pages-worth. I go about a page deep and die there, my dog.
Oh, and I do know what a paragraph is, despite current evidence to the contrary.
What strikes your fancy: I'm bi, thanks for asking. Pretty old fashioned way of posing the question, though, my hombre.
dude i really hope that this is going to the right place on the forum because if i post this in like the ERP section or some shit accidentally im gonna have to go back that trashfire Roleplay. com and i really dont want to go back there the children frighten me
