Okay, well...there was that time I came back to visit, but I was a guy that time. I think genders were pretty...uh...elastic. That was the roleplay thingy. I sorta kinda a friend of mine pregnant...well, kinda assaulted her in public. Her husband didn't like that and that's why we did it...and she was part of the vampire guild in Sword Swamp and I was a werewolf so we made the first and only Wereamp I was aware of until Underworld came out. And I swear it looked just like he did, uh huh!
It was cool.
Then there was the time that I was born one of a set of twins that burned RPI down to the ground until we were given only Nerf WHoDs to play with. That darn telekinesis is a bummer to the cleaning crew. I think I managed to be my own great great grandkids...that's a little odd.
I think I had over 100 adopted kids. No allowances. And NO BREAST FEEDING! (Oddly enough that request was more asked so often that it had to be agreed upon in advance.)
Any more stories involving other people may have to be approved. Some of them involve Slohand and I'm sure there are rules about such things. Of course I didn't read the rules, but I've already said "ass" and I'm still here. If I'm banned, it is cause Slohand is MEAN! He is. I'm batting my eyelashes now. I'm innocent.
But really, I do have notebooks and notebooks and journals aplenty from that point in time. Novelty of screen capture and the fascination of having tons of cool people to talk to. That and having a job that let me learn typing WHILE transcribing my online conversations.
Call it sick, call it twisted, call it obsessive, I just called it thorough
There was full disclosure! I think people who knew they were being recorded tried harder to be amusing.
My only problem now is whether or not I'm gonna do anything with it before the crappy 1990s dot matrix ink fades completely.
Cyren