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Thread: Not Understanding.

Heh, now this is an interesting topic though it seems people have already reflected some of my beliefs on these topics, I'll give my two cents Nekos They're pretty fun to play against myself, I've only done a few RPs with a neko character never played as one, personally. It's more the curiosity of humanity's quirks that was appealing, especially with the added element of our story in that the neko was a slave for purchase now liberated. Regardless, the innocence factor commonly to Nekos in general is definitely an attractive characteristic. Femboys Like Mitsu and Masquerade pointed out, it's due to the perception that feminine males are weak, timid, and have no spine or ability to stick up for themselves. Now, this is certainly not always the case, but that's how most guys would take it as. Again, this is not the rule there are plenty of people that like playing as effeminate boys, but all I can say is just keep looking. AndroidsCyborgsRobots Now these three things are by themselves different, though many people do equate them based on one single fact They're not organic beings the exception being the cyborg, as that's a human body that's been mechanically modified. Media has in a way shaped our perception of these beings in that they're often cold, concise and calculating. Me, I personally find them entertaining to play against or even play as for me at least, it's the whole awakening prospect that's a draw and to quote Laa It's like going through the birth of a soul Forums Personally, I love playing on the forums call me a braggart if you must, but I enjoy the fact that people can see my stories unfold. Though this has also been kind of a negative for me I don't really focus on it, though people have said that I overwhelm them, one even said I was too detailed in my writing. But I can see why people would prefer PMs or even semi-private it's the comfort of knowing that you won't be judged other than from your partner, but they agreed to it, so yeah. GrammarPunctuation Admittedly, I find myself irritated when a lot of errors are present it breaks the flow of the sentence and makes it difficult to read. I understand that people sometimes do not speak or write English as their primary language, and that I don't mind. It's when people clearly don't put effort into writing a clear sentence that it irks me.
Thread: Not Understanding.

OK, well Nekos - I didn't know what it meant, seems to mean cats, really odd, I hate anime anyway. Femboys - My characters whether they are sub or dominant are always masculine, Unless they are actually Female. AndriodsCyborgsRobots - Nope although I do have one idea for a robot but it is kind of different. Forums - I prefer playing on Forum, I find it easier and like you I also like to show off and see how many people follow it, have even gotten fan mail. Less egotistically I also find people drop off on PM more frequently so I believe forum is preferred by people who are more dedicated and confident and PM by those who are either a little shy or know they won't stick around and don't want their shame recorded where all can see. GrammarPunctuation - I like both, I am not perfect and do not demand perfection but it does make things easier to understand when the commas and full stops are in the right places and words are spelled correctly.
Thread: Not Understanding.

shrugs I like a lot of the things you mentioned, not for any one reason but because there's always something alluring about almost anything. Except diapers. Diapers are just too weird for me I've never written or RP'ed a femboy before, so I'm not rly sure how I'd enjoy it. The concept itself just seems naturally less sexy than the counterpart, the dickgirl. I think that's just something to do with the natural sex appeal of a cute girl, with or without a dick, whereas boys have to work harder to be sexy. Robotandroid characters need to be played with a certain degree of creativity, which is where a lot of people fall short. Perhaps the idea is intimidating to some people, hence the unpopularity of the roles? Grammar and such aren't too important...until you learn how to use them correctly. After that, you'll notice every little mistake and it'll bother the hell out of you. So people who have no grammar skills aren't bothered by their own lack of skill in this department and thus feel no immediate need to improve it. I majored in English, so all the little mistakes on forums are like tiny stab wounds in my eyeballs 00
Thread: Not Understanding.

Just to give my thoughts about this Nekos Not really my cup of tea. I can see that they look cute but... if given a choice I'd avoid them as I would most furries. Femboys Love them! Love playing them and love playing with them. But as some mentioned I think their popularity is because some males like to explore homosexuality but a effeminate male almost feels like it's not. Robots and their likes I guess the biggest concern for most people is that a robot is just an advance dildo or female equivalent. That being said, I've played a few games with great robots, but I don't think I could play one myself. Forum or not There are many people that want the privacy of the PM. They might not be happy about showing off to everyone. Some might feel that the games they play are too close to what they in RL and thus don't want the whole world to know it. For me personally I respect the wishes of privacy for my playing partners. But I do find it easier to manage playing in threads as my inbox seems to get swarmed. Grammar Not being a native English speaker I'd say that grammar and punctuation is of utmost importance. It's very hard for a foreigner to read English if the grammar and punctuation isn't at least decent. I know I can't be perfect myself it's been many years since I had English in school but at least I try the best I can and are always open to hear what I do wrong. The hardest part is often putting the words in the right order - at times when I read my own posts afterwards some of it sounds like Yoda speaking. I do understand that some people have problems with spelling and if you are dyslexic then a spell checker might even make everything worse. But unless you come to me and tell me that you are dyslexic I'll be very upset if a post hadn't been through some sort of spell check. The worst example I've ever seen of this was a post that was 10-15 lines long without a single use of punctuation and not one capital letter. On top of this college was spelled collage and whole was spelled hole...... after spending 15 minutes trying to find out what the post was all about, I have to admit that I dropped out of the game.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

A loud roaring engine can be heard from down the street, the honking of a horn and suddenly the impenetrable sound of brakes against the tires of a car that lasts about twenty seconds before they stop. A car door can be heard smacking shut as a few loud footsteps can be heard and suddenly a bell ring and an impatient knock on the door as a sigh came out from behind the door. It seemed like someone was in a hurry to pick something or someone up. A voice could be heard from behind the door Come on open! the loud and slightly angered voice sounded impatient and annoyed. Another knock followed shortly after the previous knock, about a half minute later than the previous one. As she would open the door, she would see her ex-boyfriend. Well more to say the one she was previously seeing, as their relationship was quite hard to comprehend with terms like Boyfriend and Girlfriend. He looked quite the same as he always looked like. His hair was medium long and dark brown as it was swept up into a nice looking Crest that fit his face, although his light blue eyes were completely the opposite with his hair, they looked quite matching. He also had a nice and handsome face and his smile complimented that even more, that is when he smiled. Ron wasnt the man who smiled allot, he was the serious type of guy and didnt take allot of bullshit from other people. And as always he had camo-dark greenish t-shirt that was tightened amongst his quite impressive muscular upper body. He was wearing normal jeans as always and his black combat shoes were shining as always. He took good care of himself and it was noticeable as always. He had an impatient look on his face as he looked at her You ready? he said with a quite annoyed voice, he looked sleepy and was quite irritated as he was standing in front of her door Why did you call me that late with that much distress in your voice. He said to her, not waiting for her answer You know what, explain it to me on the way, Ive got everything ready in the car, get your stuff and well go he said with all ease and walked back to the car and as he reached it, he went to lean against the front of the car, waiting for her to get her stuff and come to him. The car was a matte black Dodge Ram, a real man's car as the publishers said it. He had the car back in the past already, since he was 18 years old he had this car and it still looked brand new and clean. The trunk was open as Ron was waiting for her to put her stuff in it. Ron looked over at her front door and couldn't help but bring back the memories of her. He looked over at the ground as he lit up a cigarette that he took from his pocket along with his lighter and inhaled from it gently. He looked back up at the front door as he sighed and let out the smoke that had filled his lunges. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed once more Why this late he repeated to himself on a whisper tone What could be so wrong that she needs my help he continued. He took another drag from the cigarette and looked over at the front door again to finally await her arrival. This in his opinion took too long already.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

RE The Way To The Underground Nicky heard the sound of Ron's black Dodge a block away. Her stomach muscles tightened as she remembered the jobs they had done together and the nights. The twenty-six year old had never let herself consider Ron as more than a business partner and occasional fuck buddy, never a boyfriend or lover. An emotional connection of any sort wasn't in the cards for her and when he finally went his separate way, she had hated that fact that she didn't want him to go, that he had got to her. If her brother Nate hadn't got himself into deep, deep trouble, she would never have made the call. Taking a glance around the fly specked wall paper of the rent-by-the-hour roadside motel, she had chosen, she left a twenty on the scarred nightstand next to the key, picked up her duffle and walked outside. It was windy and her long black hair flicked out and whipped about until she put down the duffle bag and quickly fashioned a loose braid that she used a thick rubber band to keep the end from unraveling. She hadn't dressed up for Ron. In fact, her faded jeans, blue foot ball jersey and black leather hiking boots that hadn't been polished in years screamed the opposite. It was as if she had underdressed, done everything she could to minimize the full womanly curves of her body. As if she was disclaiming her sexuality. It was funny, because since going pro and breaking into the Unified Women's MMA circuit, her bouts had emphasized her mixed-race sensuality. Her dad had come over from the Philippines in the 1980s and her mother was Louisiana Creole. Men seemed drawn to her sensuality. Nicky frankly didn't give a fuck anymore. Oh there were a few porn videos of her still to be found on the Internet from when she was eighteen and she had fucked more men than she could count over the years. But now, Nicky asked nothing from nobody to use the vernacular ... until now. She must have drifted off into old memories, most of which she wanted no part of, because when she looked up, Ron already there, parked in front of the motel, trunk open. He had a cigarette dangling from unsmiling lips and looked good, real good. Ron, she said, its so fucking good to see you. Her voice held more emotion than usual, because she really hadn't expected him to come. People didn't put themselves out for other people in her experience. And now she was going to have to tell Ron a bit about her past. Something she had pretty much avoided discussing when they were working together. Well, to be honest, that was one of his complaints. She never told him anything about herself. Who would with her history? I've got a brother, she said. And he's in trouble. This was probably more than she had ever shared with him and the tightness in her voice said she hated having to open up even this much.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

RE The Way To The Underground Ron couldnt help but smile as he saw her, he still remembered the things they did in the past as if they happened yesterday and it all flew through his head in one big flashback. The sex and the jobs, it was all a pleasurable past except for the discussions they had about her past that she didnt want to share and the situation they were in. It was a sad breakup and ended up in him leaving her because he knew nothing of her and she didnt share anything with him. But now she called him and he couldnt just let her be in trouble like that. How long it was that he didnt see her, the past erupted in his mind and he couldnt help but feel what he felt that year ago. So here he stood, in front of her doorstep of her room. He was smiling as he saw her, her casual clothing wasnt what he used to see from her, her sexy clothing had now switched into a casual outfit that didnt put the emphasis on her sexy female curves. That what he found strange. Ron looked at her as she said that and nodded, his face returned to the neutral, unsmiling face. Its been a long time he said with a delighted voice though. He looked at her coming over and was enchanted again by her beautiful face and simplicity that made her as charming as she was, he still didnt forget how she was in the past and how she was in every aspect. And as he remembered that he couldnt just comprehend what she had just told him. A Brother? A Brother ! His mind turned upside down and exploded for a second. He then returned to reality only to not believe what he just heard. Ron looked at her with unbelieving eyes A brother? And you never told about him? he started doubting, had she gone insane or was she just messing with him, it wouldnt be to his surprise, seeing as he had left her a year ago without much of a goodbye. But then he looked into her eyes and listened to her voice. He knew now that she was serious about it. He flicked away his cigarette and stood up, going to her as he stood about one meter away from her What kind of trouble? he asked with a gentle voice, this was something she was having trouble with telling him as he knew how she spilled nothing out of her past and now suddenly a brother appeared out of nowhere. But that wasnt all he wanted, not just the explanation, he wanted to grab her into his arms and hug her as they did in the past, his body desperately wanting to feel her soft touch against his rough body but his mind was stronger. He knew he shouldnt do something like that as she was explaining something of grave importance.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

Nicky felt her own face break into an atypical grin at Ron's obvious pleasure in seeing her. It almost embarrassed her to smile and she wanted to hide her face, but instead, she let him see that she too was pleased that he was back at least temporarily in her life. She had never blamed him for leaving. She knew it was because she hadn't been able to open up emotionally. Since he left, she had actually gone to counseling with a priest at the downtown mission. Oh there were no enormous breakthroughs, but she had a better sense now about how totally screwed up she was. Progress. Right? Yeah, it's been a long time. And you know, I'm really glad you're here. She had then told him about her brother and he exploded in his own questioning fashion. She couldn't blame him. The truth was the only thing she had told him about her family was that her parents were dead. But now faced with his shock, she had to laugh. I didn't spring from a cabbage patch. Yeah, I've got an older brother. We're not close. For the first part of the sentence, her voice had held a kind of sassy laugh. But the by the end of the sentence, the sass had faded into flat bitterness. Anyway, he was running drugs as a falcone for the Jalicsco Cartel south of Tijuana. Not that he had to do this, he fucking got admitted to medical school and finished the first year before dropping out in the second. I guess he lost the drugs or they were stolen or he gambled away the drugs. She glanced over at where Ron had flicked his cigarette. So he was smoking again. She had kind of nagged him into halfheartedly quitting when they were last together. Now, she kind of wished that she smoked. It might have helped ease the tension. Anyway, she continued. He's being held for a million dollar ransom if they haven't shot him yet. She laughed without any joy. Why anyone would believe that any rational person would pay money to get Nate back, I haven't a clue. But he was always good at selling a story. I'm headed down that way and kind of wanted back up. Stupid right? No way am I getting Nate back.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

Ron had always been weak to her smile, that exposition of her happiness and pleasure, the sight alone made him smile as well. She knew far too well that her smile automatically triggered his smile alongside with hers. He smiled gently at her and looked at her Im glad that Im here as well Nicky he said with a gentle smile. And as he heard her explaining the first part, he sighed as he looked at her So a dead beat older brother who runs drugs for some no lives huh? He then listened to her second part as he lit up another cigarette, inhaled the smoke and then filled his longue with that smoke. He then exhaled the smoke as he looked at her I understand he nodded at her and smiled handsomely Ill help you Nicky, for the sake of our past he smiled as he went with her to the trunk Come here he said with a soft voice. He opened the trunk and pulled out a bag which looked military, a greenbrown camouflage was on it as a sign of the marines was on it. He opened it up and revealed what seemed an arsenal of weapons. The first weapon Nicky could see was an M4a1 assault rifle with a silencer on it, a red dot sight and what seemed to be a black urban camouflage, the next was a green camouflaged M21 EBR sniper rifle with a silencer and a rifle scope on it. The following weapon or weapons were two M9 handguns which were black camouflaged as the assault rifle, both with silencers on it. The next impressive was a series of different combat knives, all with different sizes and forms, the most impressive though were the boxes of ammo, each tagged with their sizes and caliber on it. Ron then smiled as he closed the bag and then closed the trunk as he looked at her I knew something was wrong, the sound of your voice set me off and I knew you were in trouble, also I never expected you to call just out of the random like that, not after a year he inhaled and exhaled some smoke and then he softly pet her head and smirked softly Also I was scared of your reaction when you were going to see me after that long time he chuckled as he was clearly joking. Ron then continued to look at her and then smiled once more, a bit wider then before So where do we go to? he went to drivers seat and entered the car, opening the passengers door Get in he said on his always dry tone, thats how she knew him, his always dry tone was nothing more than his usual way of getting around with talking with other people. He felt like they were back in the past, just one of their jobs they were doing once again. He was happy to be with her once again.
Thread: The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

Nicky had shrugged at Ron's description of her brother. It was true, but she felt no particular desire to expand on what she had already said. That alone had left her feeling emotionally raw. So she simply said, Thanks, when Ron told her he would help. Truthfully, when he had showed up at the front of her pay-by-the-hour motel room, she had known then that he would help. Everything else was just window dressing. Grunting lightly, she shifted her duffle bag into the trunk and then nodded without surprise as he showed off his artillery. She actually had some experience on all those weapons thanks to the training he had given her earlier. In those days, their idea of a date was hitting the firing range or hitting a Dojo. Though she had a sense of how to fight when she first met Ron, it was he who had gotten her into systematic, serious martial arts. The style she had focused on after he left was called Krav Maga and the sixty-five year old man who had taught her the style was ex-Israeli special forces. Three years of training in the art had given her a black belt and helped her succeed very nicely in woman's mixed martial arts. She glanced approvingly at the nine millimeter handguns. She had her own combat knive sheathed in her boot and a Glock 27 .40 SW in a belt sheath at her back. She could reach either weapon with surprising speed if needed. Nicky had no license for concealed carry. Oh she might have managed to get one, but when you have a string of prostitution convictions, shoplifting, BE etc., as a juvenile and later as a nineteen year and twenty year old, well, you didn't necesarilly apply for a license to carry. Nicky hadn't been arrested since she was twenty. And she hadn't used drugs or alcohol since then either. But her history would always be there even if she had never shared it with Ron. You did well Ron, she told him with a laugh. I've got my passport and a few goodies in my own bag. Maybe it'd be best to drive the speed limit, she told him with a quick wink, knowing it wasn't likely. Then she followed his lead and slid into the Dodge buckling up. Got any blues? she asked. Nicky played bass with a local band and had a strong preference for the Louisiana blues. It felt good to be with Ron again. And just maybe, there was hope for her asshole of a brother ... maybe.