There were updates. Gah.
So here we are once more.
Bleach left, bucket right.
103. Idiot. She just complimented you on your eyes.
104. What's going on?
105. At last, a semi-realistic reaction. Thank Jesus.
106. I want to go to bed. This thread makes my brain ache.
107. "Old"? Y'all get the hell outta Dodge, boy.
108. 21st century, I presume?
109. Buuuuh... what? Oh right, her eyes. Yes.
Very few this time, but I really need sleep now. Egad.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Back in the saddle again...
...out where this RP still sucks ass...
Welcome back. Bleach to your left, bucket to your right. Let's get moving.
88. Oh. My. God. Their names only differ by one letter!
89. "Tossing out"? Did she -- no -- she just put her wings in the bin, didn't she?
90. Joomp. It's pronounced joomp. (Kill me, please.)
91. What the shit? It sounds like they're just kids leaping onto a sandpile.
92. At least this post is coherent.
93. WHAT THE CHRIST. If I were she, I'd be calling "witch" and simultaneously drowning him. She's taking this too easily.
94. What the hell?
95. Get laid, fucker.
96. The "flaming pitchforks" dates to the '30s. Get. Out. Bitch.
97. "Trying to be killed"? If he's emo, I called it.
98. I seriously cannot get over that their names only differ by one letter.
99. No. She's going to go drown. Bitch.
100. Derrick? Ohmigod. Her brother's name... wow.
101. Obvious flirting, who sees it?
102. "Pretty eyes"? Obviously flirting.
And there we end. Thank God.
Welcome back. Bleach to your left, bucket to your right. Let's get moving.
88. Oh. My. God. Their names only differ by one letter!
89. "Tossing out"? Did she -- no -- she just put her wings in the bin, didn't she?
90. Joomp. It's pronounced joomp. (Kill me, please.)
91. What the shit? It sounds like they're just kids leaping onto a sandpile.
92. At least this post is coherent.
93. WHAT THE CHRIST. If I were she, I'd be calling "witch" and simultaneously drowning him. She's taking this too easily.
94. What the hell?
95. Get laid, fucker.
96. The "flaming pitchforks" dates to the '30s. Get. Out. Bitch.
97. "Trying to be killed"? If he's emo, I called it.
98. I seriously cannot get over that their names only differ by one letter.
99. No. She's going to go drown. Bitch.
100. Derrick? Ohmigod. Her brother's name... wow.
101. Obvious flirting, who sees it?
102. "Pretty eyes"? Obviously flirting.
And there we end. Thank God.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Again. Oh Christ, again.
Starting on a light sidenote, this RP's title makes me smile inside every time I see it. I peeked inside, and now it's internal laughter.
"Literate" RPers only. The OP cannot spell her way "out of a paper bag".
"Wolfs (full)" Oh, the warm Talisman memories that evokes.
Note also that "Scientists" is utterly empty. People just don't like science anymore, do they?
So here we go again.
64. Funniest typo they've made yet. And please oh please, let this not be pr0n/let this character not have a fixation with That Word.
65. "Automatically?" Oh, if only I had some YnM near me so I could quote. (Insert stock Muraki joke involving "it's my programming" here.)
66. You brag too damn much.
67. This sounds like post-fuckin' conversation.
68. I've never seen that word spelled that way before.
69. "Gray flats"? Kill me. With fire and sticks. On an uplifting note, notice the post number. Hee.
70. All I can think of this is "Why are the Malfoys here?"
71. Another funny typo... hop faster, bitch, hop faster!
72. You're underage, fucker. Aren't you?
73. Without context, this is simultaneously funny and frightening.
74. What the hell is she, French?
75. Well, that's thrilling and action-packed.
76. This post would need sig if it weren't in an RP, and a godawful one at that.
77. *sigh* How about let the wind put you out of your goddamn misery?
78. Chug! Chug! Chug!
79. Exactly, chum. Exactly.
80. Yeah, it's kinda like how no one knows what's going on in horrific pr0n/badfic. No, it's exactly like that.
81. Shitpost.
82. Fuck. I bet you that song was written in the past six years and she has no fucking reason to know it.
83. This is a shitpost, so I'll bring you up on the song. It was composed after 2005. The character has no fucking reason either to sing it or know it.
84. Stupid PETA bitch.
85. Were -- wasn't she just almost ded of emo a few posts ago? Now she's "OMG hyper" bitch.
86. Don't we all.
87. Liquor -- or some other form of thing that can kill this -- I need it. Bad. And that would be 1700s, dammit.
That's all for now.
Thank Jesus.
"Literate" RPers only. The OP cannot spell her way "out of a paper bag".
"Wolfs (full)" Oh, the warm Talisman memories that evokes.
Note also that "Scientists" is utterly empty. People just don't like science anymore, do they?
So here we go again.
64. Funniest typo they've made yet. And please oh please, let this not be pr0n/let this character not have a fixation with That Word.
65. "Automatically?" Oh, if only I had some YnM near me so I could quote. (Insert stock Muraki joke involving "it's my programming" here.)
66. You brag too damn much.
67. This sounds like post-fuckin' conversation.
68. I've never seen that word spelled that way before.
69. "Gray flats"? Kill me. With fire and sticks. On an uplifting note, notice the post number. Hee.
70. All I can think of this is "Why are the Malfoys here?"
71. Another funny typo... hop faster, bitch, hop faster!
72. You're underage, fucker. Aren't you?
73. Without context, this is simultaneously funny and frightening.
74. What the hell is she, French?
75. Well, that's thrilling and action-packed.
76. This post would need sig if it weren't in an RP, and a godawful one at that.
77. *sigh* How about let the wind put you out of your goddamn misery?
78. Chug! Chug! Chug!
79. Exactly, chum. Exactly.
80. Yeah, it's kinda like how no one knows what's going on in horrific pr0n/badfic. No, it's exactly like that.
81. Shitpost.
82. Fuck. I bet you that song was written in the past six years and she has no fucking reason to know it.
83. This is a shitpost, so I'll bring you up on the song. It was composed after 2005. The character has no fucking reason either to sing it or know it.
84. Stupid PETA bitch.
85. Were -- wasn't she just almost ded of emo a few posts ago? Now she's "OMG hyper" bitch.
86. Don't we all.
87. Liquor -- or some other form of thing that can kill this -- I need it. Bad. And that would be 1700s, dammit.
That's all for now.
Thank Jesus.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Oh Christ.
They updated.
Welp... let's get on wid it.
59. It's a trap, Batman.
60. Whoa is not spelled that way. Bitch. And is the castle a TV or a play? No.
61. Where the hell are we? Also, when you hear something snap in your neck, hold the fuck still and call a doctor. You've just broken something, dumbass. You can crack your neck, but please God don't snap it.
62. WTF. Random violence lol.
63. *head-fucking-desk* Pet dragon shapeshifter? Pardon me, I'm calling SLAVERY.
That's all.
I need headache cure.
Welp... let's get on wid it.
59. It's a trap, Batman.
60. Whoa is not spelled that way. Bitch. And is the castle a TV or a play? No.
61. Where the hell are we? Also, when you hear something snap in your neck, hold the fuck still and call a doctor. You've just broken something, dumbass. You can crack your neck, but please God don't snap it.
62. WTF. Random violence lol.
63. *head-fucking-desk* Pet dragon shapeshifter? Pardon me, I'm calling SLAVERY.
That's all.
I need headache cure.
Agh, my brain.
Back -- the RP updated.
19. *eyetwitch* Not only is the writing convoluted and horrible, but, um, wtf. This is not how pickpocketing works. Read Oliver Motherfuckin' Twist, bitch.
20. Shitpost.
21. ASPIRIN? ASPIRIN?! WHAT IN HELL'S SWEET, MERCIFUL NAME? Aspirin wasn't invented until the twentieth fucking century, bitch! Come closer, let me wreak my wrath upon you...
Or wait. Wasn't he from the 21st century?
Who gives a shit?
22. What the fuck? This is the seventeenth century. People does not talk like that. And is she Scottish? She seems to be.
23. Ohmigod. LOLWOW.
24. Shitpost.
25. She has wings? Where was this mentioned? Ever?
26. Shut up. What does this have to do with anything?
27. WHAT THE SHIT. Where did he come from?
28. 1700s, bitch. 1700s.
29. "Alrighty?" WHAT THE FUCK. Kill... kill... anachronistic slang is NOT OKAY.
30. Shitpost. Oh, hey, I had the timeframe wrong -- a-fucking-gain. Yay science.
31. Country idiot.
32. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Hybrid how?
33. One word, bitch: Lon. Don. No one looks like they're "from here".
34. "Oh-oh... let's do the time warp agaaaaain!"
35. Shitpost.
36. Teenager.
37. Goddammit. Any idiot can get their stupid self off of a horse.
38. "She had known"? So she doesn't know it now?
39. WTF. Where is the plot?
40. Shut up.
41. And I was under the impression that "blimey" was WWII slang.
42. What the shit. This is like bad porn. Why am I reading this?
43. He's a government kid? This was where?
44. How does she know 21st century fashion? And, bitch, the 21st century is six years old. Fashion isn't that different.
45. Everyone knows about time travel and future fashion. It's normal. WTF.
46. Shiiiiiitpost.
47. This is almost definitely a pop song from the past three or four years. Watch me call this.
48. I wonder why... Bitch, just die. ADD am I.
49. Out cold? Who knocked him out?
50. So... she's the wolfchick, I guess?
51. Magic teleport.
52. With powah... A bwa ha ha ha ha ha. Ha.
53. What the shit?
54. No shit.
55. Okay. That word is of modern origin. Bitch.
56. You are a nutbar.
57. This RP is killing my sense of humour... however, we're near the end. Thank Jesus.
58. What the hell is that, Mutants Anonymous?
Okay, so there it is. We're done.
Thank you, Jesus.
19. *eyetwitch* Not only is the writing convoluted and horrible, but, um, wtf. This is not how pickpocketing works. Read Oliver Motherfuckin' Twist, bitch.
20. Shitpost.
21. ASPIRIN? ASPIRIN?! WHAT IN HELL'S SWEET, MERCIFUL NAME? Aspirin wasn't invented until the twentieth fucking century, bitch! Come closer, let me wreak my wrath upon you...
Or wait. Wasn't he from the 21st century?
Who gives a shit?
22. What the fuck? This is the seventeenth century. People does not talk like that. And is she Scottish? She seems to be.
23. Ohmigod. LOLWOW.
24. Shitpost.
25. She has wings? Where was this mentioned? Ever?
26. Shut up. What does this have to do with anything?
27. WHAT THE SHIT. Where did he come from?
28. 1700s, bitch. 1700s.
29. "Alrighty?" WHAT THE FUCK. Kill... kill... anachronistic slang is NOT OKAY.
30. Shitpost. Oh, hey, I had the timeframe wrong -- a-fucking-gain. Yay science.
31. Country idiot.
32. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Hybrid how?
33. One word, bitch: Lon. Don. No one looks like they're "from here".
34. "Oh-oh... let's do the time warp agaaaaain!"
35. Shitpost.
36. Teenager.
37. Goddammit. Any idiot can get their stupid self off of a horse.
38. "She had known"? So she doesn't know it now?
39. WTF. Where is the plot?
40. Shut up.
41. And I was under the impression that "blimey" was WWII slang.
42. What the shit. This is like bad porn. Why am I reading this?
43. He's a government kid? This was where?
44. How does she know 21st century fashion? And, bitch, the 21st century is six years old. Fashion isn't that different.
45. Everyone knows about time travel and future fashion. It's normal. WTF.
46. Shiiiiiitpost.
47. This is almost definitely a pop song from the past three or four years. Watch me call this.
48. I wonder why... Bitch, just die. ADD am I.
49. Out cold? Who knocked him out?
50. So... she's the wolfchick, I guess?
51. Magic teleport.
52. With powah... A bwa ha ha ha ha ha. Ha.
53. What the shit?
54. No shit.
55. Okay. That word is of modern origin. Bitch.
56. You are a nutbar.
57. This RP is killing my sense of humour... however, we're near the end. Thank Jesus.
58. What the hell is that, Mutants Anonymous?
Okay, so there it is. We're done.
Thank you, Jesus.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Because Nathan needs a place to bitch.
If you're reading this, GTFO. This is really a private sort of thing. However, it's written to be readable, so if you must (and are impervious to the rage of a hormonal teen), go right the hell ahead.
We'll begin by picking the hell out ofthis RP.
Mainly because it's fuckin' stupid.
So here we go. Starting with first post (1) and going through numerically. Open the RP in another window for greatest vitriolic pleasure.
1: Which part of the goddamn 1800s? I want a late Victorian/Edwardian roleplay, please. Not one that could be during the War of 1812, the American Civil War, or the 1890s. Make up your fuckin' mind.
And how in hell's good name do a vampire and a werewolf (fuck your stupid nickname for it, it's a werewolf, dammit) make babies? God. Dracula had enough trouble reproducing with other vampires, as evidenced by Van Helsing.
16? Mature lady? My ass she's mature.
2: 16, and she roams the city alone. Yes, right, suuuure. I'm so suuuuure she's not been assaulted/raped/otherwise indignified yet. 16 is a leeeeetle old to be a streetchild, dear heart.
3: This one wasn't so bad. But watch what she has the character do later... mind that all these characters are from the 1800s.
4: WHAT THE FUCK. This is not "Ryan". This is motherfuckin' Muraki. Call my agent. Or his agent. Whichever.
5: "Animangus"? Honeypie, Animagi are HP-verse. Want me to pick you up for canonjacking?
And oooh, like magic, a sixteen-year-old with RED FUCKING EYES gets his lazy self to Britain, no problem. Even in Victorian England, this is a plothole so large you could pilot a steamer through it.
6: *bursts out laughing* Oh, like fuck she grew up in an orphanage in the 21st century. It's called foster homes, fucker. At least call it a children's home so I don't start thinking Dickens.
7. Shitpost.
8: See above.
9: The rare doubleshitpost. A doublepost that adds nothing. Wooyay.
10: "Fothe"? "Fothe"? Onnestly.
11: Shitpost.
12: STFU. Shitposter.
13: What. The. Shit. Even if this is AU to the maxdiddle, that's... wtfSUE. There were also little things called corsets, which despite our mysterious non-existent timeframe, exist. Fucker. Also, WTFpersonalhorseWTF. And one does not just go to London. It'd be a pretty major excursion, dear.
14: The fuck? Dresses. Dresses are your guide. Not "sweet and innocent", but "colourful and sexy". Corsets were like lowcut tops -- sexy all the way, babe. Women Back Then didn't wear separates. (Note: this is where I noticed this was 1700s, not 1800s. Fuck you, Christianity and how you fuck up my timesense.)
15: I swear I want to breathe fire. Can you say... SUE?
16: WTF. Thanks for the shitpost.
17: Goddammit, it doesn't work that way unless she's disguised as a man. She should at least have an escort or three, dammit. This. Is. Fucking. London. Also, if my impression is correct, there should be no horse. She should be in a carriage, ordering servants about. But noooo... she's 21st century PC.
18: Okay. Finally, I can breathe again. This one isn't torturous. Breathe.
That's all they have for now. Expect this to become a reoccurring feature. Whatever.
We'll begin by picking the hell out ofthis RP.
Mainly because it's fuckin' stupid.
So here we go. Starting with first post (1) and going through numerically. Open the RP in another window for greatest vitriolic pleasure.
1: Which part of the goddamn 1800s? I want a late Victorian/Edwardian roleplay, please. Not one that could be during the War of 1812, the American Civil War, or the 1890s. Make up your fuckin' mind.
And how in hell's good name do a vampire and a werewolf (fuck your stupid nickname for it, it's a werewolf, dammit) make babies? God. Dracula had enough trouble reproducing with other vampires, as evidenced by Van Helsing.
16? Mature lady? My ass she's mature.
2: 16, and she roams the city alone. Yes, right, suuuure. I'm so suuuuure she's not been assaulted/raped/otherwise indignified yet. 16 is a leeeeetle old to be a streetchild, dear heart.
3: This one wasn't so bad. But watch what she has the character do later... mind that all these characters are from the 1800s.
4: WHAT THE FUCK. This is not "Ryan". This is motherfuckin' Muraki. Call my agent. Or his agent. Whichever.
5: "Animangus"? Honeypie, Animagi are HP-verse. Want me to pick you up for canonjacking?
And oooh, like magic, a sixteen-year-old with RED FUCKING EYES gets his lazy self to Britain, no problem. Even in Victorian England, this is a plothole so large you could pilot a steamer through it.
6: *bursts out laughing* Oh, like fuck she grew up in an orphanage in the 21st century. It's called foster homes, fucker. At least call it a children's home so I don't start thinking Dickens.
7. Shitpost.
8: See above.
9: The rare doubleshitpost. A doublepost that adds nothing. Wooyay.
10: "Fothe"? "Fothe"? Onnestly.
11: Shitpost.
12: STFU. Shitposter.
13: What. The. Shit. Even if this is AU to the maxdiddle, that's... wtfSUE. There were also little things called corsets, which despite our mysterious non-existent timeframe, exist. Fucker. Also, WTFpersonalhorseWTF. And one does not just go to London. It'd be a pretty major excursion, dear.
14: The fuck? Dresses. Dresses are your guide. Not "sweet and innocent", but "colourful and sexy". Corsets were like lowcut tops -- sexy all the way, babe. Women Back Then didn't wear separates. (Note: this is where I noticed this was 1700s, not 1800s. Fuck you, Christianity and how you fuck up my timesense.)
15: I swear I want to breathe fire. Can you say... SUE?
16: WTF. Thanks for the shitpost.
17: Goddammit, it doesn't work that way unless she's disguised as a man. She should at least have an escort or three, dammit. This. Is. Fucking. London. Also, if my impression is correct, there should be no horse. She should be in a carriage, ordering servants about. But noooo... she's 21st century PC.
18: Okay. Finally, I can breathe again. This one isn't torturous. Breathe.
That's all they have for now. Expect this to become a reoccurring feature. Whatever.
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