Dread
Member
So.
Introduction. I left my introduction card in my other pants pocket. No wait...I didn’t have one. Mainly because I seldom needed one. I have quite a bit of Rping experience. Had. Wrote. You know, putting words together to form lines. Lines and paragraphs. Things that created post. And you know. Stuff. I had a reputation for it. And stuff. Making lines. Posting. Here. There. Doing things. Posting stuff.
Some said I had a sense of humor. Some thought I was mad. For you know. Posting. Posting stuff. They could have been right. Because you know. Stuff. Had a long running character. He changed a lot. Maybe it was on Tuesdays. Or maybe after stuff. You know, that came from posting stuff. A lot of things changed. Over time, due to you know. Posting stuff. But that time is done. You know, posting stuff. Times come and times go. Posting stuff. Such is the nature of change.
I knew some of you. Some of you I knew more then others. Others I barely knew. Others I knew very well. Such was the times of posting. Good times. Bad times. Happy times. Sad times. So much has changed. So much has come to pass. What was is not what is, what is no longer matters in the way it once had. Such is the nature of time crossing the rubicon of our souls. Now there is only the search, the wandering, the exile.
I know some of you. Some of you know me. Or you did. Or you had. So much has fallen into shadow only to rise a new. Day gives birth even as night fades away. We come to new lands and new beginnings. Looking. Wondering. A time to live. To do that which has not been done for an age.
To post.
Stuff.
Perhaps I should have made a friendlier name.
But then, maybe I would not be what some expect.
Introduction. I left my introduction card in my other pants pocket. No wait...I didn’t have one. Mainly because I seldom needed one. I have quite a bit of Rping experience. Had. Wrote. You know, putting words together to form lines. Lines and paragraphs. Things that created post. And you know. Stuff. I had a reputation for it. And stuff. Making lines. Posting. Here. There. Doing things. Posting stuff.
Some said I had a sense of humor. Some thought I was mad. For you know. Posting. Posting stuff. They could have been right. Because you know. Stuff. Had a long running character. He changed a lot. Maybe it was on Tuesdays. Or maybe after stuff. You know, that came from posting stuff. A lot of things changed. Over time, due to you know. Posting stuff. But that time is done. You know, posting stuff. Times come and times go. Posting stuff. Such is the nature of change.
I knew some of you. Some of you I knew more then others. Others I barely knew. Others I knew very well. Such was the times of posting. Good times. Bad times. Happy times. Sad times. So much has changed. So much has come to pass. What was is not what is, what is no longer matters in the way it once had. Such is the nature of time crossing the rubicon of our souls. Now there is only the search, the wandering, the exile.
I know some of you. Some of you know me. Or you did. Or you had. So much has fallen into shadow only to rise a new. Day gives birth even as night fades away. We come to new lands and new beginnings. Looking. Wondering. A time to live. To do that which has not been done for an age.
To post.
Stuff.
Perhaps I should have made a friendlier name.
But then, maybe I would not be what some expect.
