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This game's wack. And cool. I like Yung Venuz the most, though. His rate of fire is fuckin' fantabulous. Ye.

Hey, table, do you have time to maybe answer a question I have?

I work in an office complex for a very peculiar company a few times a week. I come in, get on a computer, and then they hand me files with numbers or data bunches, and then I put them into big lists for a few hours. I don't question it since the pay is good and the people are nice.

...Good luck, Baka. I'll be praying for you today in history class. Be strong. For me. For Aurora. For all of us.

I've been told I'm a terrific actor by teachers and friends alike, but... I don't like actors. Their arrogance, ego, and general 'look at me and my flashy smile' attitude irritates me. I've nailed every audition and shit, got the second to leading role in my first play at the high school drama department when I was just a freshman. Then all he senior actors responded by being, well, dramaticists. Actors can be good people. But they can also be the worst life forms to witness, and I got a pretty shitty end of that stick. I won't say WHAT exactly they did, how they act and always show off to no ends besides pushing their reputation to unstable levels because I'm over it, but damn. They ruined acting for me. I witnessed myself becoming a bastard at the peak of my popularity spike later on, which landed me, at the very least, in the top 5 most popular teens in the school a thousand, and so I've been taking a break from ego and arrogance, and I feel better about myself because of it. I'm also not at all relevant in all the big gossip, but I find it a small price to pay for being a good human. Oh look at me I'm rambling. Point is, be careful, actors. Don't accidentially threaten the wrong mean girl. Because then drama will suck.

Me, as well. Phththb.

TL;DR: (I forgot this) I left because I feel awkward and confused by the actions of a staff member who I have considered a very close friend of mine since Summer. I am not angry or anything. Just confused and I need time off from the drama that this game provides so gloriously, so that I can take this community, all of it, and think about what shit is and words and whatever, etc.

Skull, you may take comfort in the fact that your pursuit of this has gained a lot of respect from me. Your protection of this community and its members, along with its integrity is truly inspiring. You are a great man, and you have not failed me one bit. So I'm going to post this out here. I guess it would be better off in here instead of a PM, or steam chat, or something, so that I can just explain this here once and for all and be done with it. Being framed by an admin for breaking literally the worst rule to break in-game, not to mention the most reputation damaging (at least in my opinion,) hurts. A lot. And if that didn't particularly put a very sour taste in my mouth that one night when this certain situation people are apparently talking about occurred, the mocking I suppose I received in numerous means of OOC communication did. I was contacted on steam by a few people asking if I was 'erotically role playing', since 'X' was saying I was in dead chat. Then they posted logs of this, which showed numerous players laughing their asses off in different chats that some of my friends were lucky enough to witness. I trusted the admin who did this a lot, and to see them suddenly pressing such a charge on me along with the rest of the community quite literally pointing and laughing at me all unfolding in the course of about thirty seconds, I was too confused and surprised to do anything but just turn around and walk away from it. So to speak. I still wanted an explanation, though. So I left the round and decided to contact this administrator over personal means, yadda yadda. I asked him why and what was going on, trying to explain that a false accusation of this can seriously damage my reputation and recognition as a valued player here, in this community that I love. And to be responded to by being told that little to no one gave a single shit about my reputation by a member of the staff, the same member who had apparently been doing this to me, my (up until that point) favorite staff member of the Community, favorite player, fuck, favorite person I know in the digital word, out of nowhere... It was... I can't put a label on the feeling it gave me. Okay. I've been thinking for numerous minutes on this line of text while writing this post and I can't think of a word. I actually can't. And so with that in mind, I shut down Skype. I shut down steam, BYOND, closed my forum tabs. And I stared at my desktop, picturing who was laughing at me in deadchat. Who was actually believing that I would ERP in-game, like some kind of sexual deviant who comes on here to pick up girls. That is not me. And to have the paranoid feeling that that label may actually become mine was appalling. I thought about what I could do, be it a forums complaint, but I doubted even myself at that point. This guy is, or was at the time, a staff member. And a heavily favoured one at that. My best friend on the game, I couldn't just turn on them (like they did me, I should mention, :L), so... 'Whatever,' I thought. 'I'll just leave.' And I mustered the strength to do just that. I posted a single short post that I would be leaving for a while. And so I did. I didn't try to push any farther into it. It was just a misunderstanding, I thought, but it still had ruined me and my trust in people enough to make, apparently from what I saw, a lot of guys dislike, or just find me as a joke. But. I'm not mad at anyone who laughed in deadchat, made a sarcastic comment anywhere, I don't mind. It sickens me to admit this, but had it been anyone else, I would have believed this staff member in question too, and laughed my ass off at whoever they were abusing. So I don't blame any of the main community, or other staff for a single. Thing. (I've been very afraid of starting these formal arguments, be them complaints or just general talks with staff, because they strangely have ways of turning against me. I've been suspended from school for two days, after the spreader of a rumor on the topic of sexual assault about me revealed to a counselor how I responded, which was simply calling her out on it very harshly, maybe labelling her as a few harsh words, to her face. She faked depression because of it, and suddenly I was a savage. And to make matters worse, it only helped her further the rumor. So I have always been one to fear taking a matter into an official case.) So yeah. I was a coward about it. I pussied right the fuck out of any chance I had to defend myself at the time, and I'm hugely grateful to whichever anonymous person reported this guy later on for doing something else. You have my thanks, whoever you might be. You did what I couldn't muster the balls to do. And I suppose it will take people like you to shape this community into as good of one as it has the promise to be. But I will not be returning fully for a little while, mainly because I'm happier elsewhere, and I am still very, very confused as to what the source of this was. Skull, you should receive a short PM from me asking a few questions about some things. Other than that, my main argument is above, for all of you wondering what happened to see. I don't know the purpose of it, but I just sat down and started typing after noticing this thread, and now this novel above has formed. Eh. I hope someone reads it, and hopefully gain any better of an understanding as to why I did things in such a way as leaving, instead of making the right decision. Or maybe this is just a bunch of rambling. I'm not even sure I want to read it. But thanks, everyone, and I love you all very specially. I'll come back when the time is right. Goodbye.

During a lag spike, I was clicking on myself, trying to examine myself for injuries. Once I came to, I was in critical with a bloody toolbox on the ground, and people were screaming why I had just killed myself once they placed a toolbox in my hand. It was embarrassing. Didn't happen on aurora, though.

Name: Shayla Roberts. Age: 27. Hair Colour: Hazelnut or some shit. Eye Colour: Brown. Hair Style: Fuckin' anything as long as it ain't a mohawk, afro, or bowl cut. Skin Tone: Dark tan. Personality: Lone Wolf. (And if u wan) Name: Nas'rallah Roh'hi'tin Age: 27. Hair Colour, Skin Tone, Hair Style, Eye Colour: Whatever you want, I dunno' how this shit translates from furry > not furry. Personality: Dreamer.

To think Stamos called Keener his sloppy seconds one time when we were chatting about women. Oooooooooooh

Shayla Roberts criticism? I don't know if anyone even remembers her. Sigh. I really hope someone just tears the shit out of her on this thread, for some odd reason, though.

The soldier would say nothing, squinting with clenched teeth as he stared past the buildings to the outside of the village. "Cain," he said with a low gulp, before continuing, "...You got your gun?" Without letting Cain answer the question, the Catachan quickly glanced behind his shoulder to stare at the Turian silently, more making sure she was alright than to keep track of her by now. "...You still got that rock, too?" He finally remarked with hearty chuckle, before staring outside the village again as his grin deflated. As his eyes focused on the figures forming from the end of his short field of view in the darkness, O'Connor let out a short breath from his nostrils, slowly unslinging his shotgun and cocking it with a satisfying ch-thunk as he braced the weapon in a tight grip at his hip. O'Connor's lips silently parted and closed as he wrestled out a silent prayer to an unknown deity through clenched teeth, cocking his head one last time to Cain. "We fighting, or what?"

Ay m8 wana DnD? Shore b0ss lets go

O'Connor shook his head, shoving his arm out in between the two to grab their attention. "It doesn't need a damn weapon. Not now," he growled, before leaning down and grabbing a small, sharp rock from the ground, and shoving it into the Turian's hand. "You want a shitty weapon? Use that, thanks." Shifting his gaze to Cain and quirking his eyebrow, O'Connor tossed his shotgun back over his shoulder, and quickly took off in the direction that Cain had ran into them from. "Come on! Let's get the others and find out what the fuck is happening!" He shouted, before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Sometimes, I feel like most security chars don't retire. They snap from the abuse and go on a shooting spree.

Malcolm watches in confusion as Cain tumbles onto the ground in front of him, before gripping him by the wrist and yanking him back to his feet, nodding in return to Cain's question. "I'd say they're behind a hefty lot of this shit." Snarling, O'Connor then looks around through the darkness, squeezing his gun tighter. "...I'd bet you him and Inis are th'ones who caused this."

((fucking doublepost why))

Malcolm glares coldly into the sky as as the screaming envelops him and the Turian, groaning. "...Inis." He quickly grips the Turian by her upper arm, yanking her along as he takes off in Cain's old footsteps towards where Inis should be, gripping his shotgun by the barrel in his other hand as he jogs down the path, squinting and cursing under his breath at every wrong turn.

I'll start. I fucking love you all, take a look at a thread I made for a person I didn't even know after they asked me to compliment them. http://auroraserver.freeforums.net/thread/1511/smifboy78 Ther we go <3 everbudy

I love being called a cock and then slandered by some drunkard, and then going to ask the guy what he thought that would achieve, trying to intimidate the fellow without robusting him, when all of their bar friends leap on me and scream and shout like they're going to rebel. Then I get punched by all of them and stun the shit out of everybody leaping at me with their fists with a baton, before calling in backup to arrest them, then everyone's just screaming in LOOC about 'HURHURHUR WHAT ARE YOU, JACKBOOT?' (I was told this once). Double yes. I have actually had to just hide behind the nearest lizard and/or shy, timid furry in order to slip past the lesbo desk guards once. I shit you not. How the fuck do you nail that description SO well, Valkrae? Like, oh my god, I thought I was the only one who had to deal with this. I honestly feel empowered in the strangest way that someone else there understands our struggles. Thank you. Very much. ...Still not going back on the server, though.

Ye boi. Same with me. You got a steam, boo?

Believe it or not. All of those except for the porn folder were real.

intense, bro far(cry) out tee fuckin hee