I loathe romance. It is absurd.
You may say, “Have you, sir, any other words to support that most grungy statement?”
So I shall aptly provide the background.
Well, one day, a long time ago, I decided to have a partner— against my better judgement. Perhaps, my current regret is justified, but...
Age, I believe, should scarcely determine your maturity or any other factor of maturity, discounting the ability to *relate* (pardon me, I myself can scarcely relate with that statement); unless, of course, the topic at hand involves matters that are sexual or perhaps far too extreme for fragile...
Focus on the narrative, bring a more tougher solidarity to your people. The introduction of an RP with breadth yet a linear structure, and a more novel-esque approach to the story, is something I'm trying and testing out right now. So far, it's going good, lasted more or less a month, and has...
Now I won't argue with that— it's true after all. You've kids who pretend they've got the longest dick in the whole damn universe. Longer than everyone's. Then they put it words.
By the time they've learned what's what, their saccharine hubris has already dealt all the damage they could deal.
The popularity of 'edginess' amongst up-and-coming roleplayers or casual writers, I think, stem not from a poor understand of prose writing or world building but rather from an inability to explore character dynamics or any sort of plot, world, or character elements that run beyond what's...
Oh, I'll be frank, the concept of an RP that's based completely around high schools is, well, trite and possibly not very helpful if you're aiming to go for the long run.
Most people, however, use high-schools or academic institutions as a sometime-setting, or to be specific, a determined...
13 year olds are often horny, eh, amirite? Puberty's hard and all, eh, eh? Though, seriously, mate, you need to cool off. We're here to talk, not piss off each other. Conversational blues.
The longest paragraph to grace us with existence, slightly reminiscent of Weird Fiction. Vandermeer, that man, always writes in the long form.
Be wary, though, Sano, writing is lot like fighting. And if your riposte comes off too varnished and flourished, you will be bit on the arse.
Of course, I did. Now let's take a look here. Proper structure, zero signs of poster posting.
Next to the machine, the captain spotted a half-complete drawing of the crew at their table, bantering. Except one member. He frowned.
The deeply shaded Jakarta Wackliner, with an air of gloom binding...