"I want friends but I don't like socializing because it scares me and I don't know what people expect from me and most of my friends are stuffed animals anyway.... WAAAAAAAAAAAAH I JUST WANT TO NOT BE EMBARASSIIIIIING"
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 are humans such idiots some times?! oh sure, don't believe me if I say it's going to cost you your head.. oh well, he's dead now anyway"
I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time to go to the damn beach right now, but all my brothers have plotted against me. It's not like the beach is going anywhere, so why the hell does it have to be now? And for the last time, I don't need a tan.
"hohohOHO BOY-- finals are coming up, and I haven't studied at aaaallll. Hahaha, why am I like this."
Ugh, how the hell am I supposed to enjoy this family get together when my ex is creeping on me? He doesn't even like the beach, so I know why he's here... And I'm not in the mood to be questioned by all my siblings about punching him out, so he better shove off sooner than later.
"Hey c'mon now, when am I actually going to be used again? It's been what, four years?! Chop chop Sean!"
"Bless my creator for being lazy and half-baked. He uploaded me and my friend Petya but left both of our history sections blank! Why dudeeeee---- you're supposed to show how I bonded with Petya because we were both victims of economic crisis originated from the collapse of USSR!
I swear I would really love to go and crash his room for that, if only he wasn't living in tropical area. Grrr..."
"So my superior gives me orders to team up with this one civilian bloke, Samson, and find out why there's so many demonic possession cases in London. The bloke is an insufferable twit, for starters. Stands out like a sore thumb, not even trying to blend in with normal humans. Sexist to boot, plus emotionally and physically abusive. Not that it's my problem, my purpose on this case is NOT getting him to bed women or fix his psyche, it's to act as the brains to Samson's brawn. Our one lead woke from coma and walked away so I'm stuck on the investigation and my superior wants RESULTS.
In a matter of one week I've been repeatedly MINDRAPED by demons and illusions, and I'm gaining new identifying markers on a daily basis. Burnt my cross into the palm of my hand, got smashed into a wall, interior injuries, burn scars from lightning-magic, painkiller drugs with side-effects and Samson branding a sigil into my neck without consent. I can't explain these injuries to people! I can't go to work like that! So now I might have to quit my job. The military job I've been building towards for SEVEN years. I don't think Samson appreciates how much this shit has ruined my life. All he's good for is drinking beer and shooting demons! He's never taken a moment to appreciate how much I must've taught myself, worked, trained and bought people's silence to pull off what I've pulled off and now- now I...I-I have to give it all up for supernatural insanity, because my powers manifested too early!
I didn't sign up for this. I spy after humans, I deal with humans, I don't know how to protect myself against the supernatural! I'm scared and lonely and have no-one to confide to.
And on meta level I've not seen my husband for a week. I have a feeling neither my player nor game master has any idea what he should be like appearance and personality wise, so they avoid bringing him in. It pisses me off. He's supposed to be my main confidante and best friend! Why bother giving my female persona a marriage of convenience if it won't be used for anything but another point of shock-value for when other players start finding out all my terrible secrets? "Oh my, not only is Mr. Newman in fact a woman but she's also a missis!", I don't want that!"