Yes but you've chatted enough with them. I can see sweetcrazy peep through somethimes. Wow, now who's the bad guy. XD But yes, off the record it is fun to be mean to characters.
A lot of my best friends online are girls, and practically none of my best friends IRL are girls. It's weird. I was part of a writers group that spent years trying to CONvince me to be mean to my characters, guess it's finally showing through.
Almost all my friends Irl and online are guys. XD Idk why tho. Persistence and repetition are key. XD
Most people assume I'm like 22. Today was a scorcher, and I happened to be out in it. It's kind of dangerous, all those spinning blades right next to my body.
It's the hair. Ah, fun. XD Or not. Well, maybe move the fan to a nearby location.
And then today somebody told me I looked like 12. *sets fan on head*
A lot of my best friends online are girls, and practically none of my best friends IRL are girls. It's weird. I was part of a writers group that spent years trying to CONvince me to be mean to my characters, guess it's finally showing through.
Almost all my friends Irl and online are guys. XD Idk why tho. Persistence and repetition are key. XD
Maybe cause on here is the only way we CON CONfortably talk to the other gender? That's also the key to CON puns.
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 13, 2018 14:54:04 GMT
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As you can probably imagine, concentrating at work was a losing battle. The other workers with me luckily understood, there was always that occasional day you had something more interesting on your mind than the next deposit of trash.
I couldn’t wait to tell Mateo! He’d be blown away! I also needed to check that site, had anybody noticed me diving for the gun? Was I on that list now?
“Hey, are you gonna help us, or are you just here for the ride?” One of the guys yelled playfully at me.
I jumped down, and heaved a bag into the back. “Sorry.” My leg was still throbbing, but I had managed to completely ignore it most of today’s shift, thanks to the thoughts in my head.
By the time I got back to my shack, I couldn’t, though. I wanted so badly to talk to Mateo, but instead I flopped on my bed, in too much pain for the trek across town, and the climb up into my roost.
My leg had hurt bad before, but this was worse than normal. I pondered this as I drifted off to sleep. I was blessedly spared my nightmares of the war.
The war, for those of you who hadn’t read a newspaper sometime over the last three years, had defied a theory many people had. It was that, with the arrival of the internet and global communication at the barest click of a finger, we could no longer hate each other, due to the fact that we’d all have friends on foreign shores.
Well, that didn’t hold up, but it did determine the alliances. The countries pretty much aligned by language.
By the end it was pretty much English versus Spanish. Unfortunately, we were all the under-equipped malnourished countries, so it wasn’t a fair fight.
They won the best out of three. We forced at third war though.
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 13, 2018 14:55:14 GMT
By the time the third war rolled around, my country was pretty desperate. I was thirteen when I first tried to enlist. They didn’t bother to check my papers, handed me a uniform and told me to kiss my wife good-bye. They purposefully overlooked the fact I was five years below the legal age for enlistment. If that ain’t desperation, I’m not sure what is.
I wasn’t in there long before I got myself on the wrong end of gun and took one for the team. I got discharged and sent back home. Once there I figured out that half my city was smashed, and most of what was left was still sick. My family was gone.
I was laid up in a hospital for a while, and then after I recovered, I worked there for a bit, mopping floors and the lot. Eventually, though, the crisis passed, and I was back on the streets with a bum leg, a couple medals and 57 cents.
Mateo’s family took me in till I got on my feet, which was only till the end of the week. I loved hanging with his family, but living with them was another matter. Too many people in too little space.
And that about brings me up to where I am now. To sum it all up, I had survived what had smashed most of my country, and was really hoping to just play videogames and kick a soccer ball around for what little remained of my childhood.
Fate, though, has a nasty rap for denying people the one thing their hearts desire, and feeding them someone else’s dream.
I reached the bottom in what felt like no time. I didn’t dare glance at my oxygen meter, though, for fear of jinxing it. I grabbed the weapon, and started for the surface. Twenty feet away. Fifteen. Ten. Only five more! This was the closest I had ever come.
My minifigure practically flew out the water by the impetus. I had done it! I was above water with an rpg in my hands!
A number lit up above my head. My eyes bugged. 40000 XP. I had never received even a fourth that much in a single dump.
I took a quick screen shot. VICTORY!
And then somebody shot me from behind, and I dropped out of the game.
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 14, 2018 16:42:02 GMT
Chapter 9: CONfined to Crutches
When I awoke in the morning, I realized that my leg had felt better back when I still had the bullet in it.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room with Mateo and his mom talking to the nurse while I glared at my leg, which was wrapped in brown bandages. I grabbed the proffered crutches, and stormed out of the building, angry mostly with myself.
I had enough funds stored up to keep me from starving, and a quick call to my workplace got me a guarantee of a job waiting for me when I got back on my feet, literally.
I decided to crash at the warehouse. Heck, why not? It was close to Mateo’s house, so they could check on me. And I wouldn’t have to suffer through a bunch of “did a girl do that to him” looks from the guys I bunked with.
I sat there, at two in the afternoon, lounged on a couch, staring at the ceiling and counting the cracks. I glanced at the wall. Three marks.
I sighed. So long till I officially co-owned the place.
Might as well clean it up some more.
I stood up, and proceeded to break every last one of the doctor’s orders.
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Mateo caught me red-handed later, struggling to heave a chest of drawers out the door. He almost got crushed as the stuff tipped over. I wiped a hand along my forehead, and just then noticed him.
“Uh, well,” I said. “It said mean things about my mother.” I slapped my hands together, and shot the dresser a glare.
“Uh-huh. What did the rest of this stuff do then? Spit on your family photos?” Mateo marched me back inside.“You, sir, are an invalid!”
“Thanks, I feel so much better.” I groaned. “I CON’t just lie around here for two weeks, I’ll go crazy!”
Mateo slipped my laptop out of an old backpack. “You sure?”
I eyed it. “Then again, maybe my leg could use a break.”
Wow, now who's the bad guy. XD But yes, off the record it is fun to be mean to characters. 
I was part of a writers group that spent years trying to CONvince me to be mean to my characters, guess it's finally showing through. 
Persistence and repetition are key. XD 
Cool, me too. It's almost like a super power. ![[ban]](http://storage.proboards.com/6796573/images/DdvptduTGhuALWytvXqy.png)
We should form a super team of people who are slightly above average in very specific areas. 
