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  • hey, nerds, i made a new account.

    holy shit, sorry if that subject seemed a bit abrupt. ive moved to a new school and i rarely talk to anyone save for my best friend from my old school.
    anyway, i wanted to revive my old account but upon attempting to do so, i found that id forgotten both the email and the password. (yes, i have several email accounts, they come in handy.)
    anyway yes hello old friends. my name is nathan. im ∞ years old. and im a meme loving fuck.

  • HOMESTUCK ROLEPLAY TIPS

    Listen up nerds. I'm tired of OOC stuckaboos left and right. Whether it be on Tumblr or MSPARP. I don't know about here, but all the same.
    Feel free to reply with tips of your own.
    REMEMBER:


      [li]If you're role-playing a troll, do not make bucket jokes. Seeing a bucket is scary for a troll as it may trigger worries about getting culled.[/li]


      [li] "F*ckass"? Yeah, how about NO. Try "DISGUSTING WORMBABY", "ANCIENT PILE OF HOOFBEAST SH*T", or heck, even something as simple as "d*uchecanoe". Just. Not f*ckass. Anything but f*ckass.[/li]


      [li]If you're into NSFW roleplay (this goes only for other sites as last I checked, NSFW is not allowed here), PLEASE do not force others into doing the NSFW thing with you. That's just gross. [/li]


      [li] Stop hating on female characters just because they get in the way of your ~*~YAOIS~*~.[/li]

  • The Autocorrect Game

    This is an easy game. Just type random s*it and let it autocorrect. No deleting what it says, don't post twice in a row, and no more than 4 words per round.
    Here I go.


    worshipping skeletor feferi

  • .:The Dead Don't Walk, They Run:. -Sign Up-

    Name: Luke Sanders


    Gender: Male


    Age: 18


    History: Luke was 8 when sh*t started going down. He and his father survived till Luke was about 13, when his father died. He managed to survive, but he spent so much time away from any live humans that he's now a bit of a loner.


    Likes: Guitar, anything strawberry flavoured, and attractive boys.


    Dislikes: Termites, Betty Crocker, and the infinite multiverse theory.


    Appearance: He's kind of plain, he has brown hair and brown eyes and he always wears this bright orange hoodie.


    Personality: Like I said, he's a bit of a loner, but if someone were to approach him, he would most likely talk. He may not like to begin conversations or get mixed in with drama, but he secretly appreciates it when someone notices and socializes with him.


    Kin: Father (dead; apocalypse; killed by one of the undead), mother (dead; pre-apocalypse; automobile accident), sister (unknown- was in college when apocalypse started)


    Crush|B/G-Friend|Uncertain Spouse : None.

  • CONFESSIONS.

    Yo, I hope I'm not too late.
    I confess that I still haven't come out to any of my friends, and that I'm a meme-loving fu*k, and that I'm afraid of termites, and that I'm tired of people thinking they're superior to everyone else just cos they watch Doctor Who and drink tea and read The Fault in Our Stars and flip their sh*t over bands.


    I also confess that I'm angry at TFIOS because Hazel and Gus kissed in the Anne Frank house and that's disrespectful, and I also confess that I love Rent more than I should. Most of all I confess that I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

  • CONFESSIONS.

    I don't know. I seem normal to myself. And I'm not one of those "lol ×D rawr random desu" types. It's a bit confusing, really.

  • .:The Dead Don't Walk, They Run:. -Rp Thread-

    Luke stared at the undead, vigilant. He'd set up his camp in his old favourite haunt, a treehouse which sat in a tall tree in his backyard. He could see over the roof of the A-frame house that he once lived in. Now it was infested with those undead.... things. He'd recently returned from a successful raid in which he had retrieved nine cans of food and an entire 24-pack of bottled water. It was now pretty cramped in that treehouse, which had been intended for his twelve-year-old self, but the feeling of a full stomach was worth it.

  • CONFESSIONS.

    @ Kyuhyun: Yeah, but if I did, it'd be okay because it's not like anything would really change.
    And I know several autistic kids, and they're really great, so yeah, I might get sh*t from some ableist turds, but f*ck them.