I'm just a man but I know that I'm damned all the dead seem to know where I am. The tale that began on the night of my birth will be done in a turn of the Earth I'll lie where I land let my bones turn to sand I'm the Lord of the Lake and I don't want to leave it. Every eye off the coast evermore will remember the site of the ghost on the shore. Anyways, this is Gamma. I seem to have lost the password to my original account and it'd be real dumb to bug Mish over it the day before everything explodes, so I'm just gonna use this for now. Its been a wild time for sure, I found this place on Ifunny which is a can of worms in and of itself and I guess I would say writing here has sort of helped me find something I was interested in. I mean, I can't imagine being a chemist but I've had a pretty good time studying English which I may not have had I not started RPing here. But I guess that's a story for another time too. I'm not super sentimental but I guess I'm trying to say it was nice. Its not like the website itself means anything, but it did make me meet people. And if I hadn't met Yu I'd probably be missing out on one of the best indie studios out there. At least as far as storytelling goes. I'll die if I must, let my bones turn to dust. I was born on the lake and I don't wanna leave it. All who sail off the coast evermore will remember the Tale of the Ghost on the Shore. At this point I'm pretty much just writing whatever comes to mind. The place is gone but its not like the people are. We're still a community so if ya think about it its like nothing was lost at all. But it also feels strange. I'll probably type in the URL every now and then out of habit long after its become ashes in the wind. Just hope I don't get any malware from it. Anyways, I guess this is me signing off. Not like that means anything either, but its something that feels appropriate to do. That's what it means to live after all.

<i>This thread is exactly what it says on the tin. There's a new exhibit in town for only a few days that catches the interest of a variety of people. One such person is a blue-haired schoolgirl who's sent a message to a few of their friends to meet them there. She stands a bit outside the museum, her ticket already at the ready as she waits</i>

The good news is that Kroger has thIs thing caLled short rest where they’Ll pay More. Bad news is that it’s exactly what it says on the tin and I’m working on four hours of slEep. How’s your mornings?

I know there was another of these threads a while back, but I believe we’ve all grown a lot, so I’m gonna start us off and watch us do it, ok? Rules are simple 1. Count to 10 following the person before you 2. If someone messes up, that’s ok. We can try again Ready? I’ll start. One

What if Maki isn’t the real Maki?

<i>With her plans set and in motion, the young, blue-haired schoolgirl Sayaka Miki heads to the nearby GYM, not quite the average workout place, though it has that equipment too, it was more known for acting as a magic fight club of sorts. Sayaka closes her eyes and strolls right in... To the closed door, shaking her head as she opens her eyes and blinks</i> Wait... Its not open? And there's even a door here? What now.... <i>Sayaka taps her foot on the doormat, crossing her arms as she thinks for a bit, before an idea hits her</i> better than nothing. <i>After checking to make sure its locked, Sayaka feels around the top of the door, no dice, and finally beneath the doormat. Bingo. Satisfied, Sayaka unlocks the door, setting the key back beneath the doormat, and heads inside</i> Alright, now I've just gotta wait a bit. She'll probably be around soon.

a club for fans who are fans of fan clubs. Personally my favorite is the Fire Emblem Fates Fan Club, how about yours?

<i>No matter where you go, there are always local rumors and legends, a result of people's hopes and fears of the unknown, even the slightest sound can grow, with more and more stories woven around it until they become the stuff of legend. Just outside of one such place, known as the Ghost's Hideaway, a run down alleyway in an even older part of Tokyo where its said you can hear strange noises at night. So of course, its in the dead of night that a young, blue-haired girl rolls up and parks her bicycle outside of it</i>

<i>There wasn't really anything special about tonight, not in the typical manner anyways. The cool breeze feels nice after such a warm and bustling day. In spite of how late it might seem, a young, blonde girl roams the night, peering into alleyways as she heads on her way. Though many people are bringing their day to a close, for now, the girl walks into the subway station, as though ready to simply begin.</i>

If you’re dating someone with dissociative identity disorder, do you technically have a harem? Sure, there’s only one body, but these alternate identities are often extremely different and in some cases don’t know about each other existence.