"The sedentary life has left us edgy — unfulfilled. Even after four hundred generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood." - Carl Sagan
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To the guest mob who keeps lurking on my thread, pretty sure I know who you people are, but that's water under the bridge
Account tab ---> privacy ---> Show online status (off) ---> Show current activity (off)
Hilarious and astute. Nice job. That’s a good combination.
When 8 guests are lurking on your RP thread...
"I am afraid of the vapidness of my mind. That if I look in the mirror, I'll find a gaunt shadow of the man I'm supposed to be."
"Why are we here?" He lay on the grass and gazed into the black, cloudless sky, peppered with stars like islands in a sea. "That's a good question."
"I think—
He smiled at the thought, close-lipped like he remembered a funny joke.
"We're here."
"To find out what's there."
The stands were littered with bodies and most were innocent civilians, but he felt absolutely nothing. The deepest form of emptiness like a chasm in his soul; a corpse who hadn't died yet, only living because he was too scared to die.
"I'm such a strong person that people are intimidated by me, and I always say what I think! If you can't deal with that then lmao, just means you're weak!"
Gossips behind peoples backs, hates on others for fun, and is afraid to ask for extra ketchup.
(No this isnt towards anyone in particular, just a hilariously pathetic personality type)
"Not compassionate, only polite — we well trained.
Our sincerity's rehearsed on stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved, 'cause the cameras survey,
Most of the things that we think, do or say."
-Dante Smith
He knew they were savage murderers; callous men with black hearts of hot coals. Wrathful eyes burning in the dark, dense shadows of old black cloaks.
The thread was closed, but just wanted to give a quick thank you for the compliment.
I am a salamander at heart.
Zack reached out with small, grasping hands and hoped his friend would return, but the shadow was gone forever. He was already part of mother earth — of lush grasslands and rain forests, cold tundras and snowcapped mountains, vast deserts and the ocean Zack crossed after seventeen years. His curious, passionate eyes widened as a storm battered the Tsimtsum, a mighty vessel who pushed on with the slow, massive confidence of a continent.
"Report to your stations!" the captain said as waves loomed over the deck. "All hands report to your stations!"
Zack ignored the order and rushed to the bow. He leaned over the side and peered into the endless abyss, gripping the rail as the ship tilted downwards, hammering the waves like Hephaestus himself. The sea exploded on impact like sparks from a blade, embracing the boy who faced Poseiden's wrath.
—has started captain!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Look over there!"
"I don't see anything!"
"It's right there behind the tree!"
"What even is — is that a banan?"
"Aye, the temporal loop—
Steel for humans, silver for monsters, gold for the Witcher.
Right back like I never left.
There are rats in the walls!
Heyo, how've you been holding up?
Two weeks to flatten the curve
1/24th through 2021
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