Dear writer,
This meandering interest check may come across as antithetical to interest checks, so be forewarned. This may also be too many words that say too little. Or vice versa.
I will not be providing a stock set of roles in this interest check—I find them rather limiting. Now, to be my...
Hi there,
Thanks for checking out my interest check. It's a bit of a read, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.
About me:
I'm a 30 year old male living on the West Coast of Canada (PT: Pacific Time).
I work from home and I read daily. Further down, I'll talk about my reading.
What I'm...
Oof? I'll keep this in mind. Thank you for your candidness.
Edit:
Just rereading this, and while I do agree with part of it, I'm a little confused to the rest. I'll leave you with my thoughts as well.
You hit the nail on the head. It is the elitist in me that I fear. I am my greatest critic...
Hello, I'm Chris.
About me:
I'm a 29 year old male.
I work from home.
I'm critical, self-loathing, and a touch nihilistic.
In times of great stress or inspiration, I turn to writing.
My goals:
To overcome my resistance to and fear of writing.
To write daily.
To write a novel.
To leave a...
aliens
androids
cyberpunk
dark fantasy
exploration
gritty
high fantasy
lovecraftian
low fantasy
mythological
original characters
sci-fi
soulmates
space opera
time travel
...seeing the needle enter his nubile skin seemed to help with the pain, in that he couldn't anticipate the pain. It would just come. "Okay Rachel."
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His tailcoats billowed behind him as he walked towards the apartment's entrance. Everything was so cramped in this district. This was a...
Nines sat up. He feigned rubbing the sleepiness from his face. In truth he didn't sleep much, if at all. Recently he had been experimenting on two-one, so see if gross differences in dosing would alert any of the staff. It seemed like most of these staff were just here for the pay. He'd taken it...
About me:
- 29 years old
- Male
- Pacific Time (PT)
- Loves psychology
- Likes lemons and coffee
- An asshole
Expectations:
- 3rd person, past tense
- Proper grammar and syntax
- OOC: discussion, world-building, plot input and output
- Plot, interactions, consequences should follow established...
Dr. Lloyd popped an extra dose of his mood moderators before leaving his quarters. He descended a flight of stairs, waving at Grunt who manned the door during his shift. Grunt gave him a nod back. Hideki didn't seem to be around today. He walked down another flight of steps and paused at the...
He listened to her answer. His fingers started drumming again on her bed, slowly and deliberately. Her lack of an answer seemed to be an answer in itself.
"Parents are awful aren't they. Look where they've left us." He watched her quietly. Nines asked as he casually made his way to a screen on...
"Emma..." His mouth twitched and twisted in thought. She seemed oddly calm. The staff had yet to dose her with anything.
"Tied up?" He toothily grinned. "Why would you tie up a boy you could throw? I couldn't harm you if I wanted to. Unless you're in restraints." He paused. "That was a joke."...
The bound and panicking labbie had gained enough clairvoyance. One of the more troubling test subjects, but necessary nonetheless. His widened, blue eyes darted about frantically, "Fffffffuck!!" He neck strained and his mouth frothed. The door chimed an eerily friendly tone. The doors slid open...
All the scrubbed individuals heard her. A few popped a pill or two in response. The leader, scrubbed in a dark blue as opposed to the lighter blue lackeys, motioned one of the staff to her. He and another held her down, while a third brought a needle to her arm and injected a cocktail of...