Posts by bardown

[size=10][font=georgia]as a canadian, don't come here. i'm saying this not because i don't want you guys coming here, but because it would just be for the better of you. not a lot of people realize it, but there's a HUGE housing bubble here and our economy is in a recession due to relying too much on oil. we're honestly low key kind of a mess. i wouldn't move here if i wasn't canadian. you'd be better off somewhere else (or, you know, just sticking to where you are right now). finland seems pretty cool.

[align=center][size=10][font=georgia]might i add, going from what i know about american politics, congress probably won't let any ideas that are too crazy fly ;)

[align=center][size=10][font=georgia]i've never failed (or even came close to failing) a test or quiz in my life... i just feel awful right now. i feel stupid and irresponsible. i studied and i still didn't understand any of the questions... hell, i consider a 75 awful. i was just around the mark i wanted to get in this class and this no doubt brought it down at least a few percent... i haven't felt this bad in a long time.

Yo, what's happened? O_o

I've only been able to check out the new site on mobile so far, but I've heard something about profile picture gifs? Can gifs not be used as profile pics anymore?

I use ublock origin- I prefer it to Adblock, personally.

How do you access subaccounts now?

Patrick padded over and seated himself, waiting for a response from the stranger. The canine yawned- he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and it was quite apparent that it was affecting him.

Carey Price and the net... ;)

Hey everyone! I've left ff for quite a while and am returning. I was just overwhelmed with schoolwork, the forum change was really confusing to me (I'm still learning the ropes of it!), and, well, life happened. Idk if anyone remembers me, but I've played a few characters here in Windclan. I'd like to apologize to sky for just up and leaving even though I'd said I'd play Kane. I'm assuming he's been rehomed at this point, and I completely understand. Anyways... anyone up for some rping? I'm probably going to make a new character to come to Windclan soon.

Uh, hi everyone! I've been gone for a while... how much has changed in the past few months?

Ughhhhh March break is almost over
Anyways I'm gonna start rping again once I figure this new layout out haha

Returning to the site after being gone for quite a while. LF a non-traditional clan with a friendly OOC community to join! Would prefer medium-fast pace :)

Tracking (if that's even still a thing haha), thinking of joining

Tracking (?), thinking of joining

Are signatures a thing anymore? Or subaccounts? I'm going to have a character join soon, but I'll need a way to display their info haha

Ohhhh okay. I'm stuck on mobile atm and was confused. Man, it's going to take me a while to get used to this new layout

Well, that's a rather distinctive way of marking your borders. Toby had stumbled across the ravine and its rather grotesque display, and pondered whether he'd gone too far. He'd never done this sort of thing before, after all. The male, while only being of average size and build for his breed, was never trained in combat, and so he couldn't quite hold his own in a fight. A poor upbringing had left him with many scars, both physical and mental. He was rather dirty- these past few months, he hadn't bathed nearly as much as he should've, and he only hunted and ate simply to survive. That was why he was living his life. To survive. It was a terribly lonely and agonising way to live, and he'd finally worked up the willpower and energy to try and change it- if partly because joining a clan would provide him with a warm place to sleep during the winters. He'd heard of a group of misfits and thought that it might be somewhere he'd finally belong. The canine contemplated whether he should stay or leave- if he left, would he be going deeper into the territory, or would he be leaving it? He hadn't a knack for all of this 'border' nonsense. Then again, the stench of the corpses was not pleasant. Indecisive, Toby finally decided to just wait for somebody else to show up. With a sigh, he plopped himself down, suddenly wondering if this would even be worth the journey.

The rottweiler glanced up, glad that he hadn't had to wait long to find someone. Huh, so he had been right after all. The first remark made to him caused him to inwardly laugh, although nothing but a faint trace of a smile made its way to his face. He'd heard of this group, how it differed from the other groups, and this was along the lines of what he was expecting. Perhaps he'd finally become accustomed to life with others. After all, fake kindness and sincerity were some of his least favourite traits. He'd rather someone be honest, even if it was brutal. "My name's Toby," he spoke. His voice was rather... unexpected to many, to say the least. It wasn't high pitched, like someone on helium, but it still differed much from the grizzled, threatening, booming voice that many of his breed had. It was calm, smooth- almost like a voice you'd hear on the morning news. The funny part to this was that he certainly wasn't very skilled when it came to social situations. "I'm looking to join... if I can, that is," he finished, heaving himself up, absentmindedly looking at the two that had arrived.

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