"Standing on the roof of the Lodging House, Mabel began to dream and dream big. Stepping to the edge, she squeezed her eyes shut and then--POOF! She had sprouted wings. Grinning, she took flight. She had SPACE not just AIR and Jack was very jealous. The end."

As Amy and I browsed 1899, she noticed that Bumlets had yet to respond to her character, Mabel.
Angrily, she turned to me and said, "Don't you hate when people just never post back to you?"
I said, "Yes, imagine how that must feel."

In other news, HAPPY (ONE DAY LATE) BIRTHDAY, HARRY POTTER!!!

Pevensie is the admin (& plays Race).
I'm Monroe (haha, I wish :P).

[Talking about Racetrack]
The lovely Miss Monroe says:
...He's a tad bipolar, I think. =P
Pevensie says:
lol he is
The lovely Miss Monroe says:He went from perfectly fine, to very upset, to slightly miffed, to kind of defensive, to awfully smirky, to big fat sweetheart in like 5 ( Read more... )

Hahahahaha, so RPG sites... Reason one why we re-read our posts before putting them up. (Skittery, this is meant in the kindest way possible--it just made me laugh really hard.)

Fact was he was in need of a shit, there were only so many holes and patch jobs one could withstand.
It was supposed to say "...he was in need of a shirt".

How Annie gets to hug Racetrack in a RP forum, by Courtney.

RACE: my friend just died.
HAWKEYE: ....yah I'm sorry....-inches closer- really... -inches- sorry -inches-
RACE: uhm... hawk?
HAWKEYE: yes...
RACE: whatcha doin' in my lap
HAWKEYE: er..... I got lost?