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Obviously quality is not what I'm getting at on the just-send-it philosophy. I'm speaking on length, here. Often times a writer will stare at their post, wanting it to be longer despite it being a well-written post, and they get hung up on the size. That is where I am speaking to the just click...

That depends! If a bomb falls from the sky and blows a whole in the town square revealing the passage to the undercroft beneath, well, probably there is not going to be much warning there. But if someone was in the bunker where the launch sequence was initiated, maybe they could see the beeping...

Heyhihello. I'm the forever-GM for my play group and have run games for strangers to successful endings going all the way back to sites like RPoL, so I have had some wonderful experiences and some obnoxious ones that will help lend context here. You're having the sandbox problem. If you give...

Hello RPN! I have found that I am having this conversation with many of my friends and co-writers, so I thought I would just write a little article here detailing what the actual f*ck I'm talking about and try and condense my ideas into sense. Probably I will tweak and edit and maybe expand on...

Self-taught? How do you mean self-taught this looks excellent. Also do I maybe smell a Scion fan? 👀

Fancy meeting you here~

Oh hi, thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of garbage~ ♫ The partner I'm looking for, to write this with, will be ready for a long-term story full of adventure and mystery and self-discovery. They will understand the idea of Plato's Cave, and the effect of long term social isolation. They...

This story is inspired by the incredible work of Porter Robinson and Madeon's "Shelter" image /|—Stutter—| Maybe I forgot... how to think at all? No new messages for 3159 days Another morning broke with Orion still laid amongst the duvet and mountain of pillows that constituted a bed. Some...

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I'm privileged to have a good number of stories going, but I'm always happy to see what comes with a new bump, so I'm going to give this a push just to see what comes my way~

This is absolutely incredibly designed. The blur, the tab, the way the images sit; I've seen literal thousands of profile codes, going all the way back to the Jcink and ProBoards days of forum roleplay, and this is almost certainly the coolest code I think I've ever seen. HUGE hats off. I would...

And there it was, the same argument they always fell back to when they realized that their desperation was not being answered. The assault on his character had bothered Farin the first few times, but reminding himself that it came from a place of hurt and non-understanding had tempered it into...

Farin's eyes were scanning the store, vaguely aware of the protests and whines from the girl behind him but seemingly ignoring her. His seraphs had retreated from the building, as far as he could tell, by the way the sounds of fighting now echoed dimly in a way that sounded like open-air...

Farin looked down at her for a long moment. Despite the way his eyes scanned her up and down, lingering on her face, he was not so much gauging or judging about her. Rather, he was listening to the room, the cadence of combat, the sounds of conflict, determining if he had time to answer...

A field of rapidly-decaying corpses released a nauseating, acrid, sour smell into the air in waves. Demonic bodies, when brought earthside, did not last the way they did in the underworld. They decayed even while they lived, fueled by an ever-increasing need for ichor that prompted their...

Lately I've been missing my Destiny days, back when the game was at its peak and I was spearheading the new discoveries as they came out. I would like write in this world, I think. The story itself, I've less ideas for. I tend towards gritty and heavy, so no doubt in that vein. Perhaps a place...

Is there a way to mass escort a private message thread, keeping the coding intact? Control+A'ing the whole page "ain't it," as the kids say.

One more, maybe two?

Marzo Farin awoke in the morning in another sweat, images of a feminine face fading into the back of his mind as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. The dawn had broken just a few minutes before, and it was a tour day for him and his Cohort. Dawn to dusk, they would ride out into the human...