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Nah, there's no posting order. We're just waiting for SS to finish their starter post. Then, we can pretty much do what we want. Pretty much.
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Ah, alrighty then! ^^ I'll wait for them then!
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ASomeonePerson said: LMAOOOOO— I get it, though.
I wrote a brief thing on how Sadie will react to what Carswell said. It goes something like this: "She knows there's a screw loose up in that head. How? 'Cause she's got ten screws loose in hers."
She's only this mean when thinking about him 'cause he reminds her of her brother— Sir Froggington said: It was too scary to try to interact with other characters >.< lol
Hahahaha (Carswell better keep his questions to himself otherwise he'll got a full 1.5 all the time) I don't know what people mean by writing style :p I just put words on the page most of the time. If Sadie can eat that many zombies, Carswell will be that much more afraid/respectful of her Edited at September 8, 2021 09:47 PM by Sir Froggington
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Without a writing style I'm even more shit at writing. Sometimes I wonder why I role play. I can't write for shit! Lmao
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Sir Froggington said: ASomeonePerson said: LMAOOOOO— I get it, though.
I wrote a brief thing on how Sadie will react to what Carswell said. It goes something like this: "She knows there's a screw loose up in that head. How? 'Cause she's got ten screws loose in hers."
She's only this mean when thinking about him 'cause he reminds her of her brother— Sir Froggington said: It was too scary to try to interact with other characters >.< lol
If Sadie can eat that many zombies, Carswell will be that much more afraid/respectful of her
Lmao, Sadie's stomach would explode. There is another way for her to deal with that many zom-zoms, though. She just doesn't know it yet.
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If you keep it up, you'll be able to surpass Christopher Paolini. Don't give up, fam, even though it gets extremely frustrating sometimes-- Sirris said: Without a writing style I'm even more shit at writing. Sometimes I wonder why I role play. I can't write for shit! Lmao
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I have no commitment to write unless it's for roleplays, and even then....
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Sir Froggington said: I have no commitment to write unless it's for roleplays, and even then....
this is too relatable lmao
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The Carswell short story of meeting Sadie Carswell was hunched over his supplies, staring at a piece of meat that had taken a lot of work to earn. He didn’t notice the sun beating down on him, because he was so relieved to have something substantial filling his stomach. He had taken a few bites of it, when a human form charged him. “What the hell!” Carswell screeched, instinctively yanking his squirrel chop back from something that he could only describe as human or a Walker. He fumbled at his waist for one of his pocket knives. Why on earth was a Walker attacking his food instead of him? His befuddled mind ignored the fact that he shouldn’t be complaining, and should be using this time to escape. Finally realizing that this vicious little creature was easily winning this game of tug of war, he gave up trying to keep the food and stumbled to his feet putting space between them. He snatched up his bow and an arrow standing guard over his backpack. Standing tall and positioning his feet instinctively in the proper position, he pulled back to full draw unsure if he should kill on sight. Now that he was standing up and paying attention, he saw others following her. “Don’t come any closer,” he kept his voice steady and low. His voice was calm, but not overtly threatening for someone who was holding a weapon pointed in their direction. He would have relaxed his bow slightly, because it wasn’t good to hold it at full tension for long, but he didn’t want them to think that he was relaxing. He knew that a full drawn bow was much more threatening than just holding his stick with a string in front of him. “What are you doing here with a…” He darted another glance at the girl, trying to figure out what to label her as. “with a Walker?” he spluttered utterly confused, staring at them. If it weren’t for the fact that there was a Walker not immediately trying to kill him, he might have shot first and asked questions later, or he might have ran, however now his curiosity was piqued. She had to be one of the unlabeled mutants.
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Lol, thank you ASP! I've been trying waaaay too hard to improve, I've been overworking myself far too much recently. @Sir Froggington That's actually a really wonderful short rp there! It's always great to think further into how one would meet another character. I still have to figure out what happened to Marie in more depth as well as how she met the group in more detail. Still confused on that. Lmao ASomeonePerson said: If you keep it up, you'll be able to surpass Christopher Paolini. Don't give up, fam, even though it gets extremely frustrating sometimes-- Sirris said: Without a writing style I'm even more shit at writing. Sometimes I wonder why I role play. I can't write for shit! Lmao
Sir Froggington said: The Carswell short story of meeting Sadie Carswell was hunched over his supplies, staring at a piece of meat that had taken a lot of work to earn. He didn’t notice the sun beating down on him, because he was so relieved to have something substantial filling his stomach. He had taken a few bites of it, when a human form charged him. “What the hell!” Carswell screeched, instinctively yanking his squirrel chop back from something that he could only describe as human or a Walker. He fumbled at his waist for one of his pocket knives. Why on earth was a Walker attacking his food instead of him? His befuddled mind ignored the fact that he shouldn’t be complaining, and should be using this time to escape. Finally realizing that this vicious little creature was easily winning this game of tug of war, he gave up trying to keep the food and stumbled to his feet putting space between them. He snatched up his bow and an arrow standing guard over his backpack. Standing tall and positioning his feet instinctively in the proper position, he pulled back to full draw unsure if he should kill on sight. Now that he was standing up and paying attention, he saw others following her. “Don’t come any closer,” he kept his voice steady and low. His voice was calm, but not overtly threatening for someone who was holding a weapon pointed in their direction. He would have relaxed his bow slightly, because it wasn’t good to hold it at full tension for long, but he didn’t want them to think that he was relaxing. He knew that a full drawn bow was much more threatening than just holding his stick with a string in front of him. “What are you doing here with a…” He darted another glance at the girl, trying to figure out what to label her as. “with a Walker?” he spluttered utterly confused, staring at them. If it weren’t for the fact that there was a Walker not immediately trying to kill him, he might have shot first and asked questions later, or he might have ran, however now his curiosity was piqued. She had to be one of the unlabeled mutants.
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