Thread: Looking for a good RP....

Majora said Sex and love don't go hand in hand. - No, Sex doesn't make the story interesting. I disagree. Yeah, there are good stories around. But we aren't professional writers and we run dry on inspiration often. I do desire love more than sex, that stands. Click to expand... I get what your saying. I'm not professional. -- hell i had to spell check that word haha. All I'm saying is you don't have to be GREAT at something to make it fun. I could so change your mind with just one rp if you just open your mind up to the idea. Ive done so many Rps, gah it was so fun. I wish that site didn't go down. It can be a story about a boy and his best friend. It would still interest me in so many ways. If it makes me laugh I find it interesting, it doesn't even have to be a bout love or war. Its all about how you write it. If its.... 'Grasps the rope and swings to the other side of a huge trench. To protect a panda from the hunters.' Of close its going to be hella boring!! Your going to urge for sex in it somehow. XD Ive done that before I wont lie. If the person isn't worth it I cut the rp short make himher happy Yah yeah and move on to something far more interesting. BUT! If someone writes. The foggy ridged trench slightly made her heart leap into her throat, the thumping of her heart seemed to block out the sounds of the wonderful sounds of the birds chirping at her back from their perches of the tall trees of the Amazon. Her pale cloudy eyes seemed to look deeper into the trench making it seem deeper than it actually was. Her eyes closed tightly trying to block out the thoughts of her falling to a bloody death. Every rock at the bottom of the trench seemed to be so sharp and would break her to pieces if the vine had decided to snap from the branch that over hung from the branches above. There was no other way around this thing. If there was there wasn't any time for her to stop and look for it. The hunters were close on her trail, if she didn't get to the other side soon she was surely to be shot and left for dead. Her mind tried to think of something more soothing than just a deadly scary leap across a 20 story drop to her death. Rustling of leaves made her skin crawl. The backpack slung over her shoulders, hugging tightly to her with the weight of the new born baby Panda. She swallowed down the fear that ripped at her insides like ravenous wolves. She griped the vine tightly, the pressure turning her knuckles white. Her brown hair slid back as she took a running leap at the other side, the vine yanking at her slender body as it tried to to make the deep trench. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the tug of the vine loosen her grip on the vine ripping some of the leaves from the vines beautiful woven rounding vines. She gasped her body flying through the air, the wind whipping at her tan shorts and matching button top. Her eyes shot open as she felt the soft thud of the dirt on the other side. Her combat boots kissing the ground. She screamed with joy as she landed safely on the other side with out a moment to waste she took off into the brush the feeling of excitement killing fear in her belly. The Panda in her back pack gave a soft sounding noise, as if he said thank you to her. People who are dull make stories dull. Jokers Lil Pet