『ooc』Out of Character Thread

[Puppet on a String Theory]

Mesaverde

Puppet on a String Theory
Logician, Philosopher, and Psychologist
Clinically Insane Psychopath and Sociopath

To Whom It May Concern,

They can, however the only way to do so is by manually manipulating URL code to quit the Guild in question.

I remain, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yours faithfully, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Puppet on a String Theory

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you, too.
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this? You were already getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this.
You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you.
"If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked.
It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them.
Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours, too.

 

[Puppet on a String Theory]

Puppet on a String Theory
Logician, Philosopher, and Psychologist
Clinically Insane Psychopath and Sociopath

To Whom It May Concern,

It has since been what may well be a fortnight of my leave of absence, but I have yet returned, and in lieu of spontaneous nonattendance, work on [the long awaited] Xemnas Yoshihiro Zaxaria shall be resumed at the fullest extent of which I might possess the energy and time to offer.

I remain, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yours faithfully, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Puppet on a String Theory

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you, too.
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this? You were already getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this.
You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you.
"If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked.
It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them.
Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours, too.