Stuff.

imma use this opportunity to promote mesef whilst still winning the contest
cuz I happened to make a skin today... and i occasionally make skins for people.
 
now that I think about it, this thread was started some three years ago, and people are still keeping it going. why tho? Like who the hell cares? and why the fuck do I keep coming back here to shitpost? This, this is something the world may never know.
 
It could be a psychological thing, something that we unanimously do when we're bored out of our minds. Or rather a template to share the things that we could share no where else. For, we maintain the simple mindset that what we post here will be read, but many of us subconsciously, or rather blissfully deny, that what we post here likely isn't read, and we obsessively deny such a fact by continuing to post here, knowing that we are lost in this world. With the onset of more and more political discussion, and those being shamed for having quavering ideas, those being silenced, or those being outright miscredited, from a lack of respect systems in place, we look for a place were our voices can be heard. Though, our voices aren't really even being heard, for I will state Monmarty is condescending, just to prove a point, that nobody is listening, and that they haven't read this far into the paragraph to read this, and have simply yet continued scrolling mindlessly through the forums, looking for any sort of information, any sort of involvement, that could make their eager minds succulent in joy. I have tried several times to leave the forums, but ultimately just returned, looking for something to do, some sort of community to be involved in. That's the funny thing about humans, is that we tend to do this often. I'm sure when the forums first were announced, cayorian hadn't even though of having a bunch of weeby "roleplayers" running amuck, he simply thought of the code and was like, "kool, we got a factions" but then, some likeminded people got together. Notice this, they assembled, to roleplay. These people of common interest with a unique idea got together. A while longer, and mob mentality kicked in, and now most of the server is roleplayers, desperate to return to this place every day, to keep writing the drueling character applications, to escape to aloria in a husk of an idea, butchered by those above us. They return each day to see whatever juicy news has come upon the server, to see the bland plotline those above us have spouted from the hilltops. They return to see their races, their characters, going through major changes by those above them. Though, they feel hope, for they are promised this will all make roleplay, which I believe, and have much faith in. But, the real thing that keeps me coming back, and I'd assume this is the case for many, is that little hit of dopamine the brain gives whenever you look to the top right corner of your screen and see that little red number, that little icon that means you are involved in something, that your social conquest is bearing fruit, that some people may have interest in you for some inexplicable reason, fulfilling, checking off that little checkbox in your brain that always makes the list longer, that you are socially cool, and have that little bit of success that you find nowhere else. Though, that little red number really just means you can never, ever, within a shadow of a doubt, leave this place.
 
It could be a psychological thing, something that we unanimously do when we're bored out of our minds. Or rather a template to share the things that we could share no where else. For, we maintain the simple mindset that what we post here will be read, but many of us subconsciously, or rather blissfully deny, that what we post here likely isn't read, and we obsessively deny such a fact by continuing to post here, knowing that we are lost in this world. With the onset of more and more political discussion, and those being shamed for having quavering ideas, those being silenced, or those being outright miscredited, from a lack of respect systems in place, we look for a place were our voices can be heard. Though, our voices aren't really even being heard, for I will state Monmarty is condescending, just to prove a point, that nobody is listening, and that they haven't read this far into the paragraph to read this, and have simply yet continued scrolling mindlessly through the forums, looking for any sort of information, any sort of involvement, that could make their eager minds succulent in joy. I have tried several times to leave the forums, but ultimately just returned, looking for something to do, some sort of community to be involved in. That's the funny thing about humans, is that we tend to do this often. I'm sure when the forums first were announced, cayorian hadn't even though of having a bunch of weeby "roleplayers" running amuck, he simply thought of the code and was like, "kool, we got a factions" but then, some likeminded people got together. Notice this, they assembled, to roleplay. These people of common interest with a unique idea got together. A while longer, and mob mentality kicked in, and now most of the server is roleplayers, desperate to return to this place every day, to keep writing the drueling character applications, to escape to aloria in a husk of an idea, butchered by those above us. They return each day to see whatever juicy news has come upon the server, to see the bland plotline those above us have spouted from the hilltops. They return to see their races, their characters, going through major changes by those above them. Though, they feel hope, for they are promised this will all make roleplay, which I believe, and have much faith in. But, the real thing that keeps me coming back, and I'd assume this is the case for many, is that little hit of dopamine the brain gives whenever you look to the top right corner of your screen and see that little red number, that little icon that means you are involved in something, that your social conquest is bearing fruit, that some people may have interest in you for some inexplicable reason, fulfilling, checking off that little checkbox in your brain that always makes the list longer, that you are socially cool, and have that little bit of success that you find nowhere else. Though, that little red number really just means you can never, ever, within a shadow of a doubt, leave this place.
Deep
 
I hold the same views, I don't even Roleplay anymore, but I keep coming back to check on the lore and post here. Very sad, wish I still RPed but the server is dead whenever I can get online.
 
I hold the same views, I don't even Roleplay anymore, but I keep coming back to check on the lore and post here. Very sad, wish I still RPed but the server is dead whenever I can get online.
It's been a bit better more recently, apparently regalia V5 is gonna fix that. The trick is to kind of make your own roleplay, and design more social characters to expand the amount of people you can roleplay with. I'm currently attenpting to work on a philosophical organization but I don't have a good enough rep to start it on my own.
 
That is pretty weird, I walked my dog the other day and found a little monument in a super secluded area where nobody ever drives. Apparently is was for a guy that killed himself a while back. The cross was upside down and painted black and red. It was in such a place, where nobody ever goes, where a long road leads to a lone tree, then to the edge of a dark jungle. Where tadpoles fill the puddles years ago.
 
9600 posts
ecin?

also can confirm: read big paragraph and get dopamine from red numbers unless expecting response to something important which might be a rejection.

nitpick: break up paragraphs so people can read it, even though I know it was the point that it was one massive(no pun intended) and grueling wall of text, I, for one, intended to read it all and only got lost about 2/3 of the way through, but finished it none the less. Much easier to read if broken up into smaller paragraphs.
 
9600 posts
ecin?

also can confirm: read big paragraph and get dopamine from red numbers unless expecting response to something important which might be a rejection.

nitpick: break up paragraphs so people can read it, even though I know it was the point that it was one massive(no pun intended) and grueling wall of text, I, for one, intended to read it all and only got lost about 2/3 of the way through, but finished it none the less. Much easier to read if broken up into smaller paragraphs.
Yeah, this place is our own personal hell
 
That is pretty weird, I walked my dog the other day and found a little monument in a super secluded area where nobody ever drives. Apparently is was for a guy that killed himself a while back. The cross was upside down and painted black and red. It was in such a place, where nobody ever goes, where a long road leads to a lone tree, then to the edge of a dark jungle. Where tadpoles fill the puddles years ago.
Just realized this weird post is 9600, which is an anagram for 0690