Dear Landlady
A bit of a note to tell you your garden stinks. A goblin has set up home and dug a den under one of your trees. He's using it as a piddle pot too. Its very gross.
yours truely .
Brandy
It's human nature. Put any group of people into an enviroment and let them interact and there is friction. People like to stamp a mark on their enviroment and make it theirs. When everyone is doing that there will be clashes, That's why any place needs rules. The same rules for everyone. People...
I don't see the problem. This place is what is it. The rules define it. If you start messing about with the rules you break it or turn it into something else. I want ISRP I go to ISRP if I want random bursts of lunatic behaviour, spaming and free form anarchy I'll go hang out some place like...
oh and yeah..I have nothing against people playing vamps anyway they like.. the good the bad and the ewwwww gross. If I don't want to play the game I use my freedom of destiny and have my girls avoid eye contact. It might be anoying for them when they want fast food but there are always plenty...
Vincent I remember well. Lovely chap . Kept a dungeon full of convicted criminals to keep himself topped up on. I also remember him having a wife and children . Big cuddly daddy of a guy.. very good with the children I played back then.
yes me too!! The lag thing is sending me insane.Its worse than putting in a last minute bid on ebay and hoping to god it gets through before the auction ends !! I'm like jumping up and down and screaming at the screen..and then up comes your post and a dozen others in between from other...
I have taken to not giving out my msn address or asking for the MSN of some people are rp with . This gives the rp a freshness and a freedom from preconcieved ideas. Sometimes I lurk in the lounge so that they know I am about when we havn't rped in a while.
Some times I lurk waiting for other...
Brandia stands before the board and reads. She skips over Nic's post and barks a laugh. "HUH.. as if! Bl**dy crypt breaths get everywhere" she nods to each of the remarks there after that echo her sentiments. "Yeah yeah guys I know It ..I'm not wet behind the ears..still nice warnings" she rubs...
Brandy pins her notice to the boards. It's written in an elvish script but the langage is common. She reads it and appears satisfied before walking away.
Do blades have a language? Does mine?
Every day my dagger becomes less and less sane. Someone is going to get hurt If I don't do something...