"Damn you, stop drawing me already others need you too"
thanks kavaro for letting me do this bless you
You all have complaints, don't you? Worries? Fears? Sadness? General negativity? About your life, your friends, your enemies, your writer (I'm not the only one whose been thrown in a situation I hate, right? We should give them a little hell now and then for what they do, even if it's just complaining about it) and whatever else? Well, here you go! We snagged permission for this board and everything! Don't make our efforts go in vain, rant and complain away!
Some ground rules however - I know, a bore, but a necessary evil;
- No OOC complaining allowed! You writers have your board- so use it!
- Post IC!
- Don't vague eachother. I mean, if your roleplayers know eachother and have consented to it, go for it! But keep it civil in here, this isn't a battleground and I am no referee. Take it to the PMs if you want a fistfight.
- Black out triggering/sexual material for the sake of your fellow fictional beings and writers. Do that with the little two As next to the Font Sizes and check black for both.
- No slurs! That's always a general rule of thumb though, right? I don't have to mother you all, do I? No, no I don't.
- (optional) Have something that doesn't quite fit here? Head on over here to spill your thoughts! Nucille has a board up and running just for you.
Well.. that's it! Go forth in bitterness and tears and.. whatever. Just post.
"Why must the wealthy pay more in tax. We work hard, we deserve our money. Instead we are to carry the lazy poor people. Ugh, disgusting..."
"A decade and a half of marriage and my wife's retainer still doesn't know my preferences for coffee. It's a petty thing, but... by the Twenty, you'd think that girl would have learned by now. I'm a little tired of drinking milk and sugar masking the main body of the coffee."
“Still just trying to wrap my head around… why I even exist? I was made to stay nestled inside a cozy PC for the rest of my days, and now I’m, uh, 9 feet tall with motors in every joint and a living, breathing heart that I’m not even sure is mine. Should computers even have meat inside? I dunno. I’m tired. I want to go home.”
"I hate having a celebrity dad! I HATE it! I hate all the paparazzi in my face, I hate all the gossip, I hate all the questions- GAAH!! Just leave me alone already! I work at Burger King man, I don't have time for this! Ugh.. my dad is an ok guy, but I wish we could just be normal for once!"
spoilered for serious unreality
"how am i simultaneously both fictional and real? there are so many realities in my head. am i real or is the person i'm supposed to be real? or is it real because i believe it? i'm going to start eating myself."
"I fucking hate that I am emotionally unstable like people think im insane and I have fUCKING been like this since I could talk what the actual hell I hate this bullsHIT why am I LIKE THIS-"