Hey there! I'm Aer, a 20something geeky workaholic, who reads/watches anime/dreams up tragic or goofy characters too much, and I'm so very glad to finally take some time from my....um, planning... to talk with you all.
You see, I spend an unhealthy amount of time planning or concocting ideas or crafting "the perfect touch" to any rp that I put my hands onto... so while I've been a part of the rp community for years... I've mostly been lurking...
Let's just say I've been doing this for, I dunno, since 2005.
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From the shadows, she crept; first a finger, then a fist... Today's the day, it seemed. The ramen had turned back to rock and petrified. The tea had evaporated eons ago; not even a hint of the once robust flavor was left in the teabag, only a dry and wafting longing.
"If only," she said, "if only I could press enter... The pervasive fear could be scourged, by a new and more terrible dawn!
"Friendships, acquaintances, desires, heart breaks, communication, hell maybe even FUN could be had..."
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You see, I am the dirtiest lurker. I grew up reading books about the funnest snes games and path finder system, instead of hobeling to the nearest gaming store or card shop, putting down some scratch and saying "y'all mind if I buy some product so I can play with y'all?"
Yes, I have read every Magic the Gathering card that I have come in contact with, just to see if I can scratch the faintest inkling of how enjoyable the game itself might be (From maybe the 1000ish cards I've read and from the various... 50-60 games I've seen since I started watching the games in... when did it start... 95? It seems like a decent time... I completely foresaw how a bunch of people have stacks of cards they blew money on that they tried to just peddle out to me
Their regret is almost tangable and by the goddess' green eyes, do I envy it)
So, what is it, that I: the dirtiest of the long decievers; the inchingest, itchiest, ghost of a believer want with you all; kind-hearted and blurry-eyed folk who dedicate your spare time to morphotic, hopeful, captivating, electric-colored dreams, on a blank cavernous wall?
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The hunger and humiliation of a hundred of hundreds of drying moons drove her rapid, ceasless tapping. The Wards of magic spoke saying that end end of a curse comes, not with the continuation of what the curse first rendered ceased, but from the continuation of what the curse first silenced. But how? How does one live again as though one always had, if one never had before?
Clickity-click-click,clack clack. A repeated step does a dance make. And with repeated practice does a ghost waltz
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I want to say hi, and hello, and thank you for this website. And thank you for your years of dreaming. And trying, though it is painful and joyous and monotonous and sometimes certainly doubtful. I know, because I've seen them: here, and Gaia online, and dragonscape and certain aol channels, and forums where we typed each other stories. So many stories.
If it please you, I'd like to join you all. For an rp. Um...nothing fancy... I've looked at (I think) 11 that I have an interest in... um, the practice of the thing is far more than the study of it. So, please, I'm a novice. And I'd like to meet you.
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Her eyes are dry, because who cries during an introduction? Also, who writes an intro this long?
"I do," she said, "because it's been a long time coming. And I've been so very dry."
You see, I spend an unhealthy amount of time planning or concocting ideas or crafting "the perfect touch" to any rp that I put my hands onto... so while I've been a part of the rp community for years... I've mostly been lurking...
Let's just say I've been doing this for, I dunno, since 2005.
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From the shadows, she crept; first a finger, then a fist... Today's the day, it seemed. The ramen had turned back to rock and petrified. The tea had evaporated eons ago; not even a hint of the once robust flavor was left in the teabag, only a dry and wafting longing.
"If only," she said, "if only I could press enter... The pervasive fear could be scourged, by a new and more terrible dawn!
"Friendships, acquaintances, desires, heart breaks, communication, hell maybe even FUN could be had..."
---
You see, I am the dirtiest lurker. I grew up reading books about the funnest snes games and path finder system, instead of hobeling to the nearest gaming store or card shop, putting down some scratch and saying "y'all mind if I buy some product so I can play with y'all?"
Yes, I have read every Magic the Gathering card that I have come in contact with, just to see if I can scratch the faintest inkling of how enjoyable the game itself might be (From maybe the 1000ish cards I've read and from the various... 50-60 games I've seen since I started watching the games in... when did it start... 95? It seems like a decent time... I completely foresaw how a bunch of people have stacks of cards they blew money on that they tried to just peddle out to me
Their regret is almost tangable and by the goddess' green eyes, do I envy it)
So, what is it, that I: the dirtiest of the long decievers; the inchingest, itchiest, ghost of a believer want with you all; kind-hearted and blurry-eyed folk who dedicate your spare time to morphotic, hopeful, captivating, electric-colored dreams, on a blank cavernous wall?
---
The hunger and humiliation of a hundred of hundreds of drying moons drove her rapid, ceasless tapping. The Wards of magic spoke saying that end end of a curse comes, not with the continuation of what the curse first rendered ceased, but from the continuation of what the curse first silenced. But how? How does one live again as though one always had, if one never had before?
Clickity-click-click,clack clack. A repeated step does a dance make. And with repeated practice does a ghost waltz
---
I want to say hi, and hello, and thank you for this website. And thank you for your years of dreaming. And trying, though it is painful and joyous and monotonous and sometimes certainly doubtful. I know, because I've seen them: here, and Gaia online, and dragonscape and certain aol channels, and forums where we typed each other stories. So many stories.
If it please you, I'd like to join you all. For an rp. Um...nothing fancy... I've looked at (I think) 11 that I have an interest in... um, the practice of the thing is far more than the study of it. So, please, I'm a novice. And I'd like to meet you.
---
Her eyes are dry, because who cries during an introduction? Also, who writes an intro this long?
"I do," she said, "because it's been a long time coming. And I've been so very dry."
Also, I'd like to thank @Moss for encouraging me not to edit any of that. They are my beau and also a new user. Thanks, buggy. (Kinda)
Welcome to RPR. I'm Asroc. I RP many and mostly Canons, but I am friendly to OC RPers and will RP with them. I do mainly AU RPs as them. Enjoy your time here.
Hey, welcome to RPR! 
Aer_V wrote:
Hey there! I'm Aer, a 20something geeky workaholic, who reads/watches anime/dreams up tragic or goofy characters too much, and I'm so very glad to finally take some time from my....um, planning... to talk with you all.
You see, I spend an unhealthy amount of time planning or concocting ideas or crafting "the perfect touch" to any rp that I put my hands onto... so while I've been a part of the rp community for years... I've mostly been lurking...
Let's just say I've been doing this for, I dunno, since 2005.
---
From the shadows, she crept; first a finger, then a fist... Today's the day, it seemed. The ramen had turned back to rock and petrified. The tea had evaporated eons ago; not even a hint of the once robust flavor was left in the teabag, only a dry and wafting longing.
"If only," she said, "if only I could press enter... The pervasive fear could be scourged, by a new and more terrible dawn!
"Friendships, acquaintances, desires, heart breaks, communication, hell maybe even FUN could be had..."
---
You see, I am the dirtiest lurker. I grew up reading books about the funnest snes games and path finder system, instead of hobeling to the nearest gaming store or card shop, putting down some scratch and saying "y'all mind if I buy some product so I can play with y'all?"
Yes, I have read every Magic the Gathering card that I have come in contact with, just to see if I can scratch the faintest inkling of how enjoyable the game itself might be (From maybe the 1000ish cards I've read and from the various... 50-60 games I've seen since I started watching the games in... when did it start... 95? It seems like a decent time... I completely foresaw how a bunch of people have stacks of cards they blew money on that they tried to just peddle out to me
Their regret is almost tangable and by the goddess' green eyes, do I envy it)
So, what is it, that I: the dirtiest of the long decievers; the inchingest, itchiest, ghost of a believer want with you all; kind-hearted and blurry-eyed folk who dedicate your spare time to morphotic, hopeful, captivating, electric-colored dreams, on a blank cavernous wall?
---
The hunger and humiliation of a hundred of hundreds of drying moons drove her rapid, ceasless tapping. The Wards of magic spoke saying that end end of a curse comes, not with the continuation of what the curse first rendered ceased, but from the continuation of what the curse first silenced. But how? How does one live again as though one always had, if one never had before?
Clickity-click-click,clack clack. A repeated step does a dance make. And with repeated practice does a ghost waltz
---
I want to say hi, and hello, and thank you for this website. And thank you for your years of dreaming. And trying, though it is painful and joyous and monotonous and sometimes certainly doubtful. I know, because I've seen them: here, and Gaia online, and dragonscape and certain aol channels, and forums where we typed each other stories. So many stories.
If it please you, I'd like to join you all. For an rp. Um...nothing fancy... I've looked at (I think) 11 that I have an interest in... um, the practice of the thing is far more than the study of it. So, please, I'm a novice. And I'd like to meet you.
---
Her eyes are dry, because who cries during an introduction? Also, who writes an intro this long?
"I do," she said, "because it's been a long time coming. And I've been so very dry."
You see, I spend an unhealthy amount of time planning or concocting ideas or crafting "the perfect touch" to any rp that I put my hands onto... so while I've been a part of the rp community for years... I've mostly been lurking...
Let's just say I've been doing this for, I dunno, since 2005.
---
From the shadows, she crept; first a finger, then a fist... Today's the day, it seemed. The ramen had turned back to rock and petrified. The tea had evaporated eons ago; not even a hint of the once robust flavor was left in the teabag, only a dry and wafting longing.
"If only," she said, "if only I could press enter... The pervasive fear could be scourged, by a new and more terrible dawn!
"Friendships, acquaintances, desires, heart breaks, communication, hell maybe even FUN could be had..."
---
You see, I am the dirtiest lurker. I grew up reading books about the funnest snes games and path finder system, instead of hobeling to the nearest gaming store or card shop, putting down some scratch and saying "y'all mind if I buy some product so I can play with y'all?"
Yes, I have read every Magic the Gathering card that I have come in contact with, just to see if I can scratch the faintest inkling of how enjoyable the game itself might be (From maybe the 1000ish cards I've read and from the various... 50-60 games I've seen since I started watching the games in... when did it start... 95? It seems like a decent time... I completely foresaw how a bunch of people have stacks of cards they blew money on that they tried to just peddle out to me
Their regret is almost tangable and by the goddess' green eyes, do I envy it)
So, what is it, that I: the dirtiest of the long decievers; the inchingest, itchiest, ghost of a believer want with you all; kind-hearted and blurry-eyed folk who dedicate your spare time to morphotic, hopeful, captivating, electric-colored dreams, on a blank cavernous wall?
---
The hunger and humiliation of a hundred of hundreds of drying moons drove her rapid, ceasless tapping. The Wards of magic spoke saying that end end of a curse comes, not with the continuation of what the curse first rendered ceased, but from the continuation of what the curse first silenced. But how? How does one live again as though one always had, if one never had before?
Clickity-click-click,clack clack. A repeated step does a dance make. And with repeated practice does a ghost waltz
---
I want to say hi, and hello, and thank you for this website. And thank you for your years of dreaming. And trying, though it is painful and joyous and monotonous and sometimes certainly doubtful. I know, because I've seen them: here, and Gaia online, and dragonscape and certain aol channels, and forums where we typed each other stories. So many stories.
If it please you, I'd like to join you all. For an rp. Um...nothing fancy... I've looked at (I think) 11 that I have an interest in... um, the practice of the thing is far more than the study of it. So, please, I'm a novice. And I'd like to meet you.
---
Her eyes are dry, because who cries during an introduction? Also, who writes an intro this long?
"I do," she said, "because it's been a long time coming. And I've been so very dry."
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