"Bon appetite, bunny girls."--Nanami Asagi OR "Skunky is Insomniac"

May 14, 2010 05:10

Posting at 4:30 in the morning is crazy...
Don't I have something more important to do? I should.

...But, apparently not. It's either this, or I stare funny as my fingers attempt to type a sex scene. WHAT?

O, nightmares to come, you are nothing but a poorly digested bit of beef! Ebeneezer Scrooge agrees. Going to a chinese restaurant after apparently giving one's rock-hard insides indigestion is in poor taste.

...Speaking of one's indigestion publically, is likewise in poor taste.

I feel like I've eaten a small universe which disagrees with me.

Ran colorfast over at Lee and Tim's house for the Pathfinder RPG system. If nothing else, it proves I can make something senselessly complicated given four weeks of alpha-testing. I feel dulled.

Other than that, I'm sensing serious cake themes running through my roleplay. First Gau with his pasty-baking skills, then the ongoing joke between myself and Aayame-san where Eyes Rutherford's comments are "cake" and Kanone Hilbert's are "pudding" spun off and got bizzare on me when Kanone's being listless and passed-out, and Eyes goes off for dressup:

Kanone's eyebrows shot up, and he looked him over incredulously. "Oh? What's all this?"

What could he say? 'I like you when you're a boy, better.' would sound odd, and unappreciative. Anything else was too...risky. What Eyes planned to do dressed up as his own version of a geisha doll was beyond Kanone.

One thing he was sure of, though: This was NOT cake.

Eyes Rutherford, you've turned into cheesecake.

I begin to realize I somehow have difficulty having positive reactions to crossdressing men seriously trying to be coy and cute. Somehow.
Wheelchairs?
--Hot diggity!
Paralyzed people?
--A-Okay!
Amputees?
--Scary at first, then all fuzzies and affections!
Crossdressing men being coquettes?
...Somehow Skunky's immortal brain shuts down, and she can't even work off base realism thrusters.

Or maybe it's that it's FOUR AM.
I really hope it's that it's four AM.

Good Heavens, I'm tired.

Tomorrow I bathe, and eat more than once a day, and investigate Miharu players for that poor Yoite-mun from earlier. It's great to see a Yoite-mun not afraid to really get his character beat up, and falling apart. As much as I'm giddy with excitement waiting for Mocchan's Yoite, I know she'll play him more gently, and now I feel like I'm letting down a fellow I've spoken to for all of thirty comments for not finding him a Miharu.

Aah...

Wonderful how this all shows up, isn't it? RP-ing Gau can't be so bad for me if it gives me a touch of his obnoxiously self-righteous altrusim. Thought I had enough of that to start with...

Looking through dear-Mun makes me investigate other RPs. It's a little annoying. I look through them and find them fascinating, then think to myself, "That's biting off too much." "That's a sex-oriented RP." "That's violent, but even you have your peaks." "That's absurd, and half of the players are doing one liners that are half OOC to show off icons."

I don't think I could do any of them, no matter the temptations. The strict checks, or the necessary contents... The apps would be less problematic considering how closely I follow the same sorts without being asked. I find the formulas...eventually tiring. LIke a series that never ends. There's no realness. It's all another's control, and the simulation of random sadisms as though the world is a Naturalist's Dust-Ball. There's no catharsis, or purpose except to test, and play, and play, and play almost mindlessly... They're starting to all look empty, evne after flares of interest I cross-examine.

Aah. It tires me to look at other RPs. Never mind that ours is seemingly "purposeless." I like it. Silly cheesecake moments and all. It has the ability to laugh at itself. It has the openness. I like where I am. I like the people I play with. I wish I could share it more.

Ridiculous conundrums.
They shouldn't be pondered at a digestionally un-sound, ungodly hour of the morning.
Ugh ugh ugh, GoodNIGHT.

cake or death?, sleeeep

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