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The young role player known as Elyk was jerked from his nightmare, cold sweat dripping profusely down his forhead. Elyk at first took in the warm air of the heater above his bed frame, which let out a subtle groan as it blew the dust ridden air into his room. It was alright, just a dream. He would never go back... Teenage years were too rough to be yourself anymore. If you got caught within the blissful yearnings of your nature you were shunned by your fellow peers. And in the 7th grade of GliddenDale Middle School, with hundreds of eyes glaring at you in mock disregard, it just wouldn't cut it. Elyk got out of his bed, throwing his star covered blankets off of himself in a slightly distraught state. He reached subconsciously for the giant glasses on his nightstand, finally after fumbling around a bit picking them up. He placed them over his eyes to bring into resolution the features of his room. Posters all over the wall, comics stacked lazily on his bookshelf, a stereo, some dirty clothes, the works. This was his kingdom. "If I can't have my integrity on the outside I can still at least have it on the inside," Elyk muttered. He scooted around his room, absent mindedly taking in every feature as he searched for some decent clothes for school. "Kyle! come down and have some breakfast, school starts in 30 minutes!" yelled a voice downstairs. The mother. Elyk needed to work on that one. No matter what he did he almost always managed to piss his mother off. He got good enough grades, and he almost never got into trouble, but it seems that even on the inside there are people waiting to tear you down. He shrugged it off, like Elyk usually does, got dressed, and after gathering his schoolbag, went downstairs to face another day in the life of a 7th grade role player.
Alright, hopefully that's a good enough lead on my part. I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna go get some rest. Someone else can take over....
Originally posted by artplayerGlarnandil the leper lurked in the shadows watching Elyk......
continuation of the story...
The young role player known as Elyk was jerked from his nightmare, cold sweat dripping profusely down his forhead. Elyk at first took in the warm air of the heater above his bed frame, which let out a subtle groan as it blew the dust ridden air into his room. It was alright, just a dream. He would never go back... Teena my part. I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna go get some rest. Someone else can take over....
Originally posted by Jusuhthat's pretty rotten of you. Robot, sick this jusuh character. Some extra plutonium if you can etch the words "sorry punk" on his forhead.
but Elyk, the little whining bitch she is, started crying and said "oh mr. , please dont steal my new PS3. I have no life without." nerd.
Originally posted by artplayerI'll only play if I can bring my plus 5 mace and my helm of malice. Plus I have to have 18 charisma points.
OK... This is a role playing thread, an opportunity for you redhotpawners to show some creativity. For those of you who don't know what role playing is, it's pretty much a made up place where a certain number of individuals go around doing made up stuff. It's a lot of fun if you have a good imagination and sense of adventure, and there's no limit to what y ...[text shortened]... clean fellas. That goes for you too ladies.
Let the role playing begin.... (muahahahaha)