Post by Fellguarde on Sept 3, 2005 9:21:17 GMT -5
Yeah, like Agent Smith but a million times more badass and wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
Alright, I’m not gonna write down my appearance, because for all you know I could be spewing devious shit all over the keyboard. Seriously. I could say that I’m a 6’ 8”, blonde, blue-eyed sex machine and there’d be no way to prove me wrong. So instead there’ll be a picture somewhere here. Probably at the bottom, so if you’re here to ogle fellow roleplayers, feel free to scroll down.
Ok, about me.
I write. I write all the fucking time. It keeps me alive (that and tech-support work…). Apart from my girlfriend, there is no better drug in my world than writing. None. Not even morphine. Unless you’re Seth Mayvus, I am a better writer than you. Just face the facts.
Other stuff: I don’t smoke because I like my lungs, kidney & heart the way they are, thank you very much. Some of you may notice that I get up very early in the morning (or early afternoon for most of you) and log on. This is because my girlfriend kicks me in her sleep at around 2: 14. I like roleplaying online because it keeps my writing sharp. Did I mention that I’m a 6’ 8”, blonde, blue-eyed sex machine?
In order to live in harmony around me there are certain things you have to know. Firstly, although I’m nowhere near as much of an asshole as Tipahurate, I do display spectacular arrogance. Ignore it or bathe in it, but don’t try to stifle it.
When I spell ‘armor’ as armour or something of that sort, it is not because I cannot spell. It is because you cannot spell, you yank.
Don’t try to shit me about what a sword can or cannot do. I’ve been fencing for a long time and I know how swordplay works.
Don’t talk bollocks OOC to me about how some dude can’t fly because according the laws of physics his wings wouldn’t work. I’ll just tell you to get a life and leave my presence.
Don’t blast me with silly shit. I don’t want to hear about your ill-conceived theories on human nature. I can usually stand this, but if it’s particularly stupid, I’ll take it apart bit by bit, burn it, and then wave Nietzsche quotes around in your face until you realized that you’re being idiotic.
Usually I’m a very nice person, but I’m in a foul mood that’s predicted to last about a week.
Alright, I’m not gonna write down my appearance, because for all you know I could be spewing devious shit all over the keyboard. Seriously. I could say that I’m a 6’ 8”, blonde, blue-eyed sex machine and there’d be no way to prove me wrong. So instead there’ll be a picture somewhere here. Probably at the bottom, so if you’re here to ogle fellow roleplayers, feel free to scroll down.
Ok, about me.
I write. I write all the fucking time. It keeps me alive (that and tech-support work…). Apart from my girlfriend, there is no better drug in my world than writing. None. Not even morphine. Unless you’re Seth Mayvus, I am a better writer than you. Just face the facts.
Other stuff: I don’t smoke because I like my lungs, kidney & heart the way they are, thank you very much. Some of you may notice that I get up very early in the morning (or early afternoon for most of you) and log on. This is because my girlfriend kicks me in her sleep at around 2: 14. I like roleplaying online because it keeps my writing sharp. Did I mention that I’m a 6’ 8”, blonde, blue-eyed sex machine?
In order to live in harmony around me there are certain things you have to know. Firstly, although I’m nowhere near as much of an asshole as Tipahurate, I do display spectacular arrogance. Ignore it or bathe in it, but don’t try to stifle it.
When I spell ‘armor’ as armour or something of that sort, it is not because I cannot spell. It is because you cannot spell, you yank.
Don’t try to shit me about what a sword can or cannot do. I’ve been fencing for a long time and I know how swordplay works.
Don’t talk bollocks OOC to me about how some dude can’t fly because according the laws of physics his wings wouldn’t work. I’ll just tell you to get a life and leave my presence.
Don’t blast me with silly shit. I don’t want to hear about your ill-conceived theories on human nature. I can usually stand this, but if it’s particularly stupid, I’ll take it apart bit by bit, burn it, and then wave Nietzsche quotes around in your face until you realized that you’re being idiotic.
Usually I’m a very nice person, but I’m in a foul mood that’s predicted to last about a week.
