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.