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Thread: Winter Wonderland MY ASS!

RE Been awhile since I've done this. Okay as my sig says I'm getting tired of people setting up Post Requirements. Now while I understand setting a guideline like Atleast try to get in 3 sentences. I can under stand that. But most of the time you see people people putting up Give me five paragraphs or no deal. I mean... seems a bit harsh. And yes I can type more than five paragraphs but I'd rather save that for essays and such. Not roleplaying. But I'm not bitching about that paragraphs exactly. It's these Literacy Levels. Not just on this site, but on other sites a lot of people seem to get the definition of Literacy wrong. For some reason nowadays Literacy means how much you can type. And yes this bothers me a little bit. Mainly because Literacy by definition is being able to read, write and comprehend basic English language or whatever your native language is. My niece wrote a four and a half paragraph about what she wants to do for Christmas Vacation for her school. Fucking thing is filled with grammar errors, misspellings and the whole nine yards, hell if she put that on most of these sites where people practically preach about these Lit. levels then they would consider her Advanced Lit or whatever the hell you guys call it now a days. I personally find it unrealistic to set these boundaries. Because, well honestly only three or five sentences is all you need at times. Not the five bahjillion paragraphs most people require. I mean, honestly if you are capable of writing that many paragraphs then awesome. Good for you. And I don't mean that in a sarcastic snarky tone. I'm just ride of potentially awesome RPs ending just because I didn't write 500 words even though I wrote enough to keep the RP going. facepalms I would link you to a recent example but I don't want to incriminate her over something stupid. That and i don't know if she has totally left it out.
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RE Sweet ass upright bass solo Forgot to add something. Now not always but about 90 of these so called adv. lits are the snootiest mother fuckers I've ever seen. Like being able to type a fuck load of paragraphs and calling themselves Advanced Literate REALLY makes them that fucking important.
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RE Sweet ass upright bass solo Hope you don't mind me posting but I agree entirely. Literacy is your comprehension of your language and how well you are able to use it. Not how many paragraphs you can write. I'm just impressed as to how few people I see using chat speak anymore on roleplaying sites. It's something quite refreshing. Back on topic though, I whole-heartedly agree with you.
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RE Sweet ass upright bass solo No prob. Infact I encourage peeps to comment.
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RE Sweet ass upright bass solo Wonderful to know.
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RE Sweet ass upright bass solo I'm trying a thing in which I change the name of the journal thread to something relating to the latest post. Tell me what you think. You know what sucks sometimes being part of a small time forum like this? When you do something that kinda ruins your appearance and makes you look like a complete asshole to the forum. I'm sure we've all been there sometimes. I remember one where I posted something in PvP and realized I meant to post it somewhere else. Also recently... well... today. Well let me explain. Me and another user were doing an RP. It was a kickass idea. Basically my character was an American living in Japan. He somehow got involved with the Yakuza and winds up being forced to marry a geisha of another clan in order to bring peace between two rivaling clans. Oh man it was gonna be sweet. I had so many ideas for it. Cool ass fight scenes, hilarity, ecchi situations, racial tensions since one of her ideas was to make the Geisha kinda racist against my character. Then I had to blow it. To Juicy Fresh I apologize greatly for being an ass and jumping the gun. For some reason I thought you had dropped the RP because of your post requisites and the fact that you said that if one didn't meet those requirements that you'd ignore them so I was kinda worried that I didn't meet those requirements. Okay yes that sounded a wee bit corny. I know that Writer's block can get the best of us and I understand now why you didn't post. I'm an idiot. We can continue the RP if you want but if you don't want to it's understandable. I just wanted to apologize for my being an asshole. It wouldn't been a really badass RP if it weren't for me.
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RE Apologies to Juicy At bottom Well luckily I patched things up with Juicy Fresh. Good news is, she accepted my apology and was nice about it. Bad news is we won't be continuing the RP. But atleast all is well now. Well and so ends another day. See ya'll tomorrow guys. Same Psychobilly place, Not so same Psychobilly time. Good night.
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RE The cheesy ending of a sitcom. I like you changing the name to match the latest post. It's an idea I might borrow sometime soon.
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RE The cheesy ending of a sitcom. Well today I had to perform a bit of an operation my PS3 60 gig model. I've had the thing for years and it got the Yellow Light of Death during Thanksgiving. So after all this time I finally realized Fuck! My game was in there! A game I spent many many hours on. So I had to take apart my PS3 to get the disc out. Ah well. I'm getting a new one this christmas. Now I gotta get the harddrive out so I can use it to carry over my game progresses. Man and I was extremely close to unlocking Nobunaga Oda.
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RE Last time on ER Game Room. That quite seriously blows worse than a penny hooker. I feel for you, good thing you're getting a new one.
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RE Last time on ER Game Room. Yup, especially with Postal 3 coming to PS3 Alright! Last day of the semester tomorrow and luckily It's a half day for me. But as I think about next semester my last semester of highschool... for good I keep remembering my dream. My dream is to one day make a shop where people can come in and make their shirt. I'm not talking some airbrush and shit, I'm talking about full on ink, screens and everything. Kinda like the Build-A-bear but for shirts. I don't know what I'd call it though.
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RE Sweet dreams are made of ink. Modded threads, or maybe Captured in Cotton?
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RE Sweet dreams are made of ink. Good ideas. Hmmm... My mom suggested Wear your Dreams.
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RE Sweet dreams are made of ink. Better than what I came up with.
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RE Sweet dreams are made of ink. Well I had an awesome christmas! I got the PS3 God of War bundle and Splatterhouse which.is.fucking.awesome. may do a review later, a Monty Python DVD, Abe Lincoln Vampire Hunter, a bitchin Marvel vs Capcom hoodie, a T-shirt that says STREET FIGHTER II ZOMBIES and has a picture of zombified versions of guile and M bison fighting, and several other things. Today I went after christmas shopping and purchased Batman Arkham asylum and Uncharted 2, a Soul eater necklace, Soul Eater volume 4, Scott piglrim 4 and an MXPX CD. FUN TIMES! And now for a shitty plug. I'm currently looking for someone to do a certain RP with me. Here's the link
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RE Christmas and a shitty plug There's a lot of things I don't get... 1. GLEE. EVERYBODY knows GLEE. Whenever I go on Youtube to look up some Journey song for a friend about 80 of the results are from GLEE. Same thing with Rocky Horror Picture show. Now I watched an episode just to see what the deal was... So... Degrassi with music numbers? I'll Pass. 2. Horror Flicks Why is it that Horror flicks that are Straight-to-DVD are waaaay better than the ones released in theatres? On the topic of Horror films. 3. Paranormal Activity So... two hours of watching stuff move? I actually fell asleep in the theatre... though it was cut short by the little Cheerleader crew behind me screaming at almost everything. 4. Cartoons Why do cartoons suck these days? I remember fondly way back i nthe early 2000's when all the cartoons were awesome. Ren and Stimpy, Doug, Hey Arnold, AAAH Real Monsters and a few others. Now... now it's just shit! 5. Yo Gabba Gabba vs MTV I've been babysitting my five month old neice alot and because of it I've been watching that Yo Gabba Gabba on demand. Why is it that Yo Gabba Gabba, A FUCKING KIDS SHOW, has a lot better music than MTV? I mean they bring in awesome bands like The Ting Tings, Aquabats which I think the leader of that band actually created the show, Biz MArkie, The Shins and more. What does MTV have? Well... really bad reality shows. Seriously what happened MTV?! You had awesome shows like JAckass, Wildboyz, Daria, Viva la Bam and more! Now look at you!
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RE We are Rant-amily! I got all my ranters with me! Well... snowey as hell in Indiana. Big ass winter storm, ice covering pretty much everything, power going out in different townships. Luckily my area still has power. Anyway I've been off school for about three days and out of boredom I began to browse some of my older posts here. You ever browse through some old posts of a forum you've been on for awhile... and then realize how much of a total DICK you've been. Now at first I though, well they just don't under stand me. Then I realized it was my fault. My old username. Which was Juggalo-warrior. Now I may be a fan of all things psychopathic but looking back that was a dumb username. Maybe that'd be more appropriate for a 360 gamertag or a PSN ID... Is it called Gamer Tag? I don't own a 360 so I wouldn't know. Correct me if I'm wrong. I did get some diss on this site due to that name. I can understand, not a lot of clown love. Nothing wrong with that. To each his own. Once again it was my bad that people began to hate me, as if having a shitty username wasn't enough I acted like a total dick and pretty much reaffirmed some stereotypes. Nothing to do with the post topic but I have this to say on the topic of people who said I'm retarded for liking ICP. Music is not meant to be used as a way to judge people. For example, some people may like Raver music but you never find them at actual raves, some people might like metal but may do things that could be considered un metal. Music should'nt be used for judging. It's meant to entertain those who like it. Anyway, I have criticized for my roleplaying skills. But ya know? Maybe it isn't such a bad thing. A while back I was doing a roleplay with a user named Atzura. It was a cool RP and I loved where it was going. Though she quit because of a few mistakes I made adding youtube links to songs for mood is acceptable on some sites but not all. Anyway while I admit some things she was harsh, I over reacted thinking she was attacking me. Really kinda helps ruin your cred a bit. If anything looking back has helped me take criticism more responsibly. So in a way making mistakes isn't such a bad thing. Infact hell it can help you in the long run. Also to those reading this, even if you have a poor start on a website you can surely make a comeback and help repair your cred a bit. Whether it's just a simple 'I should apologize' or changign your shitty username to a less shitty username. And whenevr you feel that people are being a bit harsh on you, remember that old quote If you strike me now I will return far more powerful. Aaaand totally off topic but have you ever found yourself repeating a word over and over again in your head? Weird...
Thread: The Thief and The Hacker (torrid & Rekoj)

It was 330 in the afternoon before Jemma McKnight decided to wake up. And even then she'd been reluctant to actually get out of the bed, the purple silk sheets felt too good wrapped around her body. She knew she had boxes to deal with, belongings to put away, messes to deal with and she just didn't want too. Moving was a bigger pain in the ass than she had anticipated it would be. Who would have known she'd have that much junk? She certainly hadn't realized it. She could hear her new roommate tap-tapping away at his keyboard. She'd known him her entire life, their mothers had been best friends since high school and for as long as Jemma could remember Liam and her had been good friends despite their personality differences. With a sigh she untangled herself from the luxurious sheets and tumbled out of bed, she'd never get anymore sleep with all that tapping going on. Once out of bed, she pulled her slightly curled blond strands into a messy pony tail and wandered out of the bedroom stubbing her toe on a box on the way to the living room. She'd been a little surprised to see that he hadn't set up a desk or anything yet. He seemed to be cocooned in boxes as he worked, and he was so engrossed in what she assumed was a school project that he hadn't noticed her standing there in a pair of extremely short pajama shorts that just barely covered her bottom and a tank top that made the words Spoil me stretch across her all natural double D breasts. Jemma frowned a little, she wasn't used to being ignored or going unnoticed when she walked into a room unless she wanted to be. So she walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge, needing a caffeine boost. Can in hand she walked up behind him and took in his computer screen with her chocolaty brown eyes and said Hey Liam.. whattcha doin'?
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Liam O'Harris, short, curly spiked red hair pointing at the ceiling above his head as he kept his eyes fixed on the screen. He was brilliant with the computer, and as he clickety-clacked away he subconsciously noted his roommate's presence. He sat cross legged, keyboard on lap, steaming coffee cup beside his leg and the compute. He had the monitor set up on a box, staring intensely at the new program he was working on. As always, he had taken his school project to the next level, he had finished his assignment a few hours ago. Now he was working on a practical use for his program, which was much more difficult than he had anticipated. He had extended his program's re-routing scripts to be able to catch an alarm from a sophisticated alarm system, and kill it entirely by re-routing back into its own circuit, or even send it to another address to sent the alarm company the wrong way. But, what use was a program like this anywhere but the black market? He supposed that maybe the alarm companies themselves might be able to use the program, to figure out a counter program. That was when the idea hit him, he needed to create a counter-program to his own program. He smiled with excitement and hurriedly began to work on a new string of code. His slender, black glasses with full circles shined with the light of the monitor as the white light highlighted his pale, gaunt complexion. His chin was lined with stubble from a few days ago, the dark-red specks grading against his hand as he rubbed his face and sighed with tiredness. He rarely slept, spent too much time engrossed in his world, but he loved it. He loved to create, often spending days creating a string of programs and counter-programs, working around hypothetical security measures all in the name of fun. He never put his talents to use, and the 2nd year course he was taking was already way beneath his level of knowledge. His taut form turned and looked over his shoulder at his roommate, and he sighed before answering in the most generic way possible, Stuff. He hated to be interrupted in the midst of creating a new program, it was obvious from his body language that her presence at the moment was annoying him. He was annoyed by Jemma, as much as he liked her, but he was annoyed by many things. When he picked momentum, creating and designing new programs, which was often almost anything annoyed him. He sighed, stretching in his black t-shirt, the logo for his favourite band on the chest, resting his keyboard on the grey sweatpants he was wearing he finally turned and looked at Jemma, Don't you have like... a job to be looking for? Or something else to do? Somewhere else?
Thread: The Thief and The Hacker (torrid & Rekoj)

Nope! was her only answer to his question. Her fingers played with the pretty bracelet she'd picked up last night. If she wanted to get rid of it, she could probably catch a couple grand from it. But she loved the way the vibrant jewel tones played against her pale skin. Look what I got last night, isn't it gorgeous? she asked. She knew Liam was annoyed with her for interrupting his work, but she didn't really care because all he ever did was work. She didn't wait for him to actually respond to her showing him the bracelet, she just moved around in front of him. She ran her fingers over the couches they'd picked out together, they'd been delivered the other the day but neither of them had bothered to take the plastic off of them. So after setting down her can of soda she bent down, her back to him and her ass in the air she began to tug at the plastic, the jerking motion made her bottom wiggle slightly in the pajama shorts. May as well get things set up in here so it's more like a home. Jemma set about getting their living room furniture uncovered and situated, there had been a few times she wished he'd have taken a moment to help her move something but she hadn't asked so she couldn't complain. Once that was all done she began moving onto the boxes that were hers, of course the whole time, she made sure that he had a good view of her as or down her shirt if he glanced up. She slid books onto the bookshelf, using one side and leaving the other for him so they'd know whose was whose when they decided to move on from this living arrangement. Forward thinking, that was Jemma.
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As she wiggled her wrist in front of his eyes, he answered before sighing, in a practised monotone, Very nice Jemma. His eyes never left the screen to actually look at what she was trying to show off, instead choosing to ignore it and get his mind back to his work. It was his work, it was his play, it was his passion. Often he gained nothing from the time he spent doing these things, instead doing it for his own entertainment. Right now was one of those moments, and he didn't want to deal with Jemma's distraction. It used to frustrate him, how easily this woman could take things that weren't her own and make them hers. How she could steal and smile about it, brag and show off her new possessions. With time, the frustration faded, and he just accepted that that was the way she was. Many times she had flirted with danger, getting close to getting caught, however, it seemed like flirting was her way to get out of danger as well. As she began to move things around him, his concentration was broken which caused him to sigh and occasionally break his eyes away from the screen. He noticed her round bottom wiggle in those tiny pajama shorts, but he quickly took a sip of the coffee and went back to the screen. She had a beautiful body, he could never deny that, curvy, voluptuous, he had noticed it many times before but had always gotten his mind off of it quick enough. She was his friend, always had been, always would be, it felt like, anyways. His eyes wandered for a split-second to take in the spectacle of the daintily clothed woman. He would not offer to help, he had done most of the lifting to get the boxes inside while she had done a very good job of supervising. He was content with their home situation, he actually quite liked the boxes, they did a good job of helping him keep track of all of his stuff. He only had a few boxes, kept them all close to his computer, with one in his bedroom. Tired of trying hard to gain his focus back, he decided to step away from the computer, walking towards the kitchen, I'm gonna microwave us up some KD again. I sure as hell don't feel like cooking, do you?
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That sounds good. I have another job tonight though, so I probably won't eat much she tapped her fingers against one of the boxes in the living room. It was labeled clothes and she wasn't sure why she'd kept it out here. Instead of lifting the box, she wiggled it back and forth scooting it across the floor to her bedroom. The action caused her bottom and breasts to jiggle and wiggle and her hair worked free of the hair band and fell across her face, she blew out a breath of air and the hair moved aside. Hey Liam! she called from her bedroom I want to show you what else I got last night she hadn't stolen it. But it wasn't exactly legit. She pulled a black case out from under her bed and flicked the latches and they opened in unison. The case was large and offered room for more than the tiny pocket pistol she had in it at this moment. She took the 3032 Beretta Tomcat out of the case and stroked her fingers over it. Her father had never needed a weapon when he'd pulled off his jobs, but times were different now and Jemma wasn't fond of having a security guards hands around her throat because she had beat him to the punch on something he'd been setting up for awhile. The self defense classes had come in handy but she'd need more training than that, and more protection if she was determined to stay on this track. She walked into the kitchen, with the unloaded gun in her hand and smiling at Liam she said Look at this beauty. She's just a baby, but the guy I talked to said it was best to start small. You know, since I'm a woman and all. She just loved how men underestimated her.
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Liam had put the food in the microwave, turning to walk back toward the living room while he waited for the machine to do its work. He watched her in bemusement as she struggled with the box, yet refused to ask him for his help. She was cute as she struggled to get the box of clothes into her bedroom. He didn't know why she had so many clothes, she didn't seem to get dressed up for much. He rolled his eyes as he doubted he'd be interested in what she had to show off, bracelets didn't interest him. As he stepped around the corner, his disinterested body language and eyes quickly changed when he noticed what she was holding and... stroking so lovingly. A small pistol, and his eyes opened wide at the sight, he had only seen a few guns and he felt that he had already seen too many. He pointed at the pistol and questioned, Why... why do you need a gun? Look, I'm OK with you stealing things but shooting people? Come on Jemma- there's got to be a line. The microwave beeped behind him, but he ignored it, struggling to find the words to describe his internal dilemna with the piece of cold steel. The most eloquent thing he could think of to say was, ...why do you need a GUN!?
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Why don't I need gun Liam?! She stomped a foot with a pout. He was her best friend, although she couldn't really remember if she'd ever voiced that to him. When your best friend was a male, it was different then when your best friend was another female. They didn't notice things like a female did, she hadn't even had to wear a scarf or long sleeves to mask bruises because he didn't notice. She doubted that he really looked at her at all in one day. I have a really dangerous job and until I get more training in fighting and defense without weapons, then I need something for protection don't I? Besides! she said excitedly and ran her fingers over the shiny metal Just look at it. It's like it was made for me! And so began a fascination with guns that Jemma didn't see fading anytime in the future. She looked up at him and smiled, she wanted him to understand her so desperately if anyone could she always figured it could be him. And, if someone tries to break in when you're not home and steal your little machine there she pointed towards his computer I can scare him away before he or she steals the love of your life! She held the gun behind her back because it seemed to bother him and said. Home protection.