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-And it was just then, at that very moment, that Bob finally noticed the "Remove My Picture" button on her profile, becoming aware of it's existence for the first time in her life-
When I was banned, I planned to make a thread called "How any thread I make...." with the OP being "...will have the main topic be completely ignored in favor of everyone going 'whoa you're back'".
I was actually going to comment on the video, but then I got distracted by the part at the bottom about you having a normal account now and then I remembered that I wanted to say something about your lack of an avatar and yeah.
I did a lot of things over the ban period. More than you think:
I started work on a conlang. I missed San Japan after coughing up 40 bucks to pay for it. I happened upon a Local Hot-Red Show. Adventure Time, The Amazing World of Gumball, and Regular Show became some of my favorite cartoons ever. I started work on several new stories. I pre-ordered the Disgaea 4 Premium Set.
And finally, I had a seriously wierd psychic experience with my mom (basically, she was flying to visit a friend. The day she came back, I had a horrible set of "visions" that she was in a terrible thunderstorm and her plane nearly crashed. When she came back from the airport, she said that she had been in a thunderstorm and the plane nearly crashed--at the exact same time I was dreaming it happening. Creeped both of us out.)
The VR Glasses were supposed to revolutionize life. With them, a boundless amount of Virtual Reality was in you hands. You could play in War worlds and feel the pain of every bullet, the sting of the smoke rising from the battlefield, and the desolate warzones (Of course, you only felt it. Even if your arm was blown off in the VR World, your real arm was fine). Or you could do roleplay in Film Noir Worlds, Fantasy Settings, Sci-Fi Galaxies and much more. And, of course, there were quite a few worlds for more....salacious types [Author's Note: This story actually started out as a fetish fic I never started.....I decided to implement the idea in a Thriller].
Rom was a 16-year-old boy who was always on top of the latest tech--except the VR Glasses. He just didn't see the point, but his parents thought otherwise. They bought him a pair for his 16th birthday; not the greatest present when they were gone from the house for months at a time.
Rom decides to try them out anyway. It's fun, at first--but then, strange things start happening. People are dying, going insane, or getting gravely injured in the Worlds--and their injuries are being transferred to real life. Rom decides to let the police deal with it.
But when the incidents get more frequent, he is dragged into this conflict whether he likes it or not. All he knows is that the person doing this is in one of the Worlds, but he doesn't know which one, and time's running out. As he jumps throughout the vast amount of VR Worlds out there, from war-torn battlefields to serene vacation spots to gritty film noir cities, to steamy jungles, depressed cyber-punk dystopias, boiling hells, cloudy and majestic heavens, and Steam Punk metropolises, he's in the for the ride of his life....
I'd drop the Germany/Scotland one. You'd have to do a LOT of research on the various cultures and dialects of the areas you were writing about. And we Scots just LOVE a chance to yell at yanks so, air on the side of caution with that.
"I'd drop the Germany/Scotland one. You'd have to do a LOT of research
on the various cultures and dialects of the areas you were writing
about. And we Scots just LOVE a chance to yell at yanks so, air on the
side of caution with that."
Well, representing dialects/accents in writing treads a thin line between "authentic" and "annoying".
Comments
I am horribly paranoid.
I was half-expecting someone to swoop in and start accusing me of hacking or some crazy shit like that.
"Also, your avatar-less-ness disturbs me."
While fretting over my probation, I, being rather frazzled at the time, accidently took it off.
Also, you know what's hilarious?
When I was banned, I planned to make a thread called "How any thread I make...." with the OP being "...will have the main topic be completely ignored in favor of everyone going 'whoa you're back'".
And what do you know? It did.
I CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE BITCHES
So....yeah.
I did a lot of things over the ban period. More than you think:
I started work on a conlang. I missed San Japan after coughing up 40 bucks to pay for it. I happened upon a Local Hot-Red Show. Adventure Time, The Amazing World of Gumball, and Regular Show became some of my favorite cartoons ever. I started work on several new stories. I pre-ordered the Disgaea 4 Premium Set.
And finally, I had a seriously wierd psychic experience with my mom (basically, she was flying to visit a friend. The day she came back, I had a horrible set of "visions" that she was in a terrible thunderstorm and her plane nearly crashed. When she came back from the airport, she said that she had been in a thunderstorm and the plane nearly crashed--at the exact same time I was dreaming it happening. Creeped both of us out.)
Let's brofist dude.
"I started work on several new stories."
And how much money did you make on them?
"Let's brofist dude."
-BROFIST-
"And how much money did you make on them?"
I don't do it for the money.
But anyway, welcome back Chagen~.
I have four stories.
I have no clue which one to drop. Three are supense thrillers, the final is slice-of-life.
First is a Yaoi/Shounen-Ai Suspense Thriller set in Scotland and Germany.
Second one is a Cyber Punk Thriller in the future dealing with virtual reality.
Third is a story in the Full Auto universe, that deals with a girl who is a Summoner Mage. Also, demons and angels.
Fourth is a really slow-paced Slice-of-life. Deals with a man who walks the earth living only off of the spare change he finds.
I have some more detailed descriptions typed up right now. I can copypasta them for you over here if you want.
Here's the plot outline to the second one, V.R:
The VR Glasses were supposed to revolutionize life. With them, a boundless amount of Virtual Reality was in you hands. You could play in War worlds and feel the pain of every bullet, the sting of the smoke rising from the battlefield, and the desolate warzones (Of course, you only felt it. Even if your arm was blown off in the VR World, your real arm was fine). Or you could do roleplay in Film Noir Worlds, Fantasy Settings, Sci-Fi Galaxies and much more. And, of course, there were quite a few worlds for more....salacious types [Author's Note: This story actually started out as a fetish fic I never started.....I decided to implement the idea in a Thriller].
Rom was a 16-year-old boy who was always on top of the latest tech--except the VR Glasses. He just didn't see the point, but his parents thought otherwise. They bought him a pair for his 16th birthday; not the greatest present when they were gone from the house for months at a time.
Rom decides to try them out anyway. It's fun, at first--but then, strange things start happening. People are dying, going insane, or getting gravely injured in the Worlds--and their injuries are being transferred to real life. Rom decides to let the police deal with it.
But when the incidents get more frequent, he is dragged into this conflict whether he likes it or not. All he knows is that the person doing this is in one of the Worlds, but he doesn't know which one, and time's running out. As he jumps throughout the vast amount of VR Worlds out there, from war-torn battlefields to serene vacation spots to gritty film noir cities, to steamy jungles, depressed cyber-punk dystopias, boiling hells, cloudy and majestic heavens, and Steam Punk metropolises, he's in the for the ride of his life....
on the various cultures and dialects of the areas you were writing
about. And we Scots just LOVE a chance to yell at yanks so, air on the
side of caution with that."
Well, representing dialects/accents in writing treads a thin line between "authentic" and "annoying".