974: While wearing a Stovepipe hat, ride a horse with a sled attatched to it through the walmart while playing a Synth keyboard terribly but singing really well as to throw people through an emotional loop, then have your friends infiltrate the storage room and steal as much milk as phsyically...
1st degree/capital murder,
Though I am usually more composed and thoughtful my anger can hit a certain boiling point to where I don't think anymore. I am glad I haven't had any of his issue arise as of late but it's still there. I don't get angry when being mocked but if it's directed towards...
I'd be a raven, because I'd be intelligent, used as a war symbol, be seen as an Omen to many, literally be chill with the entire raven and crow community, and I can fly.
If you are wondering why I chose this direction, making the questions rather broad and all over the place, is because of this exact reason. I want to see what you generally think is the correct response, because is correct in your own way. I think what I was meaning more towards "Efficiency"...
Guido Orefice, from "Life is beautiful" it was honestly sad to see the fate of him, a father who so desperately tried to keep his son shielded from the horrors of WW2. You came to like him through all his cheesiness, but in the end you feel like you lost a good friend with how much you've been...
Is there any particulate way you choose or tend to write?
I mean in ways of formatting, emotion, theme, portrayal, efficiency, etc
Do you tend to spend more time writing out your paragraphs putting as many words as you can towards scenery, action, feeling or situation?
Is there a reason...
I could remember the first RP I did was a fictional RP based on the elements of Heaven and Hell. A balance if you will, where the Devil and God worked together to keep balance in the world, and of everything I could've been what did I do? I decided to make my own role as the Leader of Purgatory...
It may sound strange but I actually get up and pace around, Sometimes I run through motions of a Scene through my head and imagine words for each of the actions. However there have been times when I had a really good idea for a post, something vivid and detailed, only to lose it due to my...
Wait, how does a 15 foot tall robot that turns into a truck vomit?
Is it like oil or something?
On a serious note, I hope you start feeling better. I'm still getting over my winter sickness.
NC's Suburban Commando-
It wasn't very good at all, but Charlie made that movie for me all because of his delivery of his one Line
"I WAS FROZEN TODAY!"
Another day, Another way.
The suns glistening,
birds are whistling,
are you listening?
The rain dances off the branches,
The wind kisses our loving glances.
The sun rests behind dark skies,
Birth of new nature brings joy to our tearful eyes.
Quack
Erik Bjornson- Gladius III
Bjornson had lost his thought in the moments to come, he was still so surprised by the state of this so called 'Diamond City' that he had yet to even noticed the synthetic life form in front of him. The state of this settlement was far worse than that of a busy shore...
Erik Bjornson: Gladius III- The wasteland
(Name Change has occurred due to some controversy, apologies.)
Prior-
Bjornson gladly shared with Cait and Henry of who he was, a Highlander who was favored by the gods and his people. In their confusion of what a Highlander was he explained that they...
Bjornson Gudrun: Gladius III- The wasteland
Bjornson sighed before standing up, his lower abdomen and up was now potruding from behind the vehicle as he wheeled his massive claymore around to fit snug onto his shoulder. Finally the rather tall scotsman made his way from behind the vehicle...
Bjornson Gudrun: Gladius III- The wasteland
Bjornson was snapped back to this reality (up, there goes gravity) as he was startled by jarring noises and flashes from up ahead. Bjornson looked to the sky but there was no clear indication of a storm occurring, the sky was clear and clean if not...
Bjornson Gudrun: The Wasteland
Bjornson's smell returned to him as a vulture to a carcass, the decaying and radiated earth's foul aroma stung his nostrils, it made him sick to his stomach. Bjornson stood up, covering his mouth in an attempt not to hurl, the smell came on so strong and so fast...
Bjornson Gudrun: Gladius III- The Wasteland
A violent flash of light somewhere in a barren landscape, littered with dead and decaying trees that were once a lush forest, a figured appeared, he wore leather armor and a tattered kilt, he grasped tightly onto his large claymore which steamed from...