That moment when you realize your perfect, flawless post that on its own might make a convincing argument that you are the modern reincarnation of Shakespeare himself hasn't been responded to in a while...
You're anxious. It's so good, and perfectly showcases your character. It is an embodiment of his spirit in text form.
You want to be nice though, you don't want to hurry your partner if they're just taking a little longer than usual, so you wait, and you wait.
You RP partner whispers you after a while. "Did you post?"
You scream your lungs out cursing the FFXIV chat system. Once more it has arbitrarily decided to devour your post, perhaps believing it too gentle, too pure for this world.
You reluctantly set out to break your masterpiece up into smaller bits.
You're anxious. It's so good, and perfectly showcases your character. It is an embodiment of his spirit in text form.
You want to be nice though, you don't want to hurry your partner if they're just taking a little longer than usual, so you wait, and you wait.
You RP partner whispers you after a while. "Did you post?"
You scream your lungs out cursing the FFXIV chat system. Once more it has arbitrarily decided to devour your post, perhaps believing it too gentle, too pure for this world.
You reluctantly set out to break your masterpiece up into smaller bits.
Talks the talk, and walks the walk.
Serious, lore-abiding, mature roleplayer.
Serious, lore-abiding, mature roleplayer.
