PSA: When you're on a chicken bender, grab a box of chicken tenders, remember to wear your sweater in the winter, and don't forget to take your meds! YAY!
Glad to be back! I’ll be dropping from the Discord server just to make sure I don’t get distracted lol but will rejoin it after the week. Can still reach my Discord at ‘dieshize’ if you need me. Peace!
Turns out I'm caught up quicker than I thought. Threading on five sites isn't the hard part but revisiting them after a hiatus is.
Selfish but felt compelled to send this message. Don't want to leave on a bad note as I go considering. I care about you guys, had fun times. Norbz with our crimes, Darasuum to Mandalorian tunes, Scoob too, Huttball, what a game! Others.
I'm not a poet, just experimented, I like to rhyme, like what others write. I'm human, act stupid, I'm sorry, I regret, and other things need my attention. All the best, my friends.
Hello, SWRP. I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I may not be active here anymore but I honestly still value the site and community. I sure didn’t roleplay here for nothing. It was great.
It’s a bit of a cliche but you guys stay safe. To my buddies here especially but to everybody really. Keep healthy and don’t forget to take your meds!
Regardless of what was said or done, I just want to say I have had some fantastic roleplays on this site. We’d have no playground if the community did not first build it and keep it going. I have written with stellar roleplayers here. Made friends. And I have read threads of others that further connect. Been here for a while, off and on, but it’s been like another home. Whatever is next…this place I won’t forget.
Please review this prose if you wish.
But I take my leave of such nonsense.
Go ahead, say “k” and give laugh reacts.
Those I wrote with, I had an absolute blast.
Others, you’ll no longer need to tolerate me.
No worries. My writing is appreciated still.
Just at other places, yup, atop other hills.
Consider my characters and lore obsolete.
Got no time or space to take crap so peace.
I am kinda tired.
Kind of wiped out.
So much on my mind.
Though I won’t lose sight.
Of my free PC activity tonight.
Because I am yet even energized!
Wings spread—not Red Bull—flight!
There are stories to tell and I have time!
A story is a song, song is a poem—rhyme!
I will try to write replies to posts tonight if that’s all right based on time…otherwise, if I’ve run out of time, then that is fine because there is still space. That is to say outer space on a Star Wars website where the stars are so bright and the stories so alive. No dying light!!
Echoes.
Infernos.
Ageless.
Raging.
Rage.
Rage against.
The dying light.
Isn’t my rhyme.
I’m not its poet.
Tis yet a fine line.
The letters know it.
Poetry is…is an art.
Walk in black boots.
To each beat ‘n’ tune.
Blisters on those toes.
On the heels…and feet.
Life survives…and flows.
Bright eyes night ‘n’ noon.
No sickness or death soon.