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14 December 2007 @ 07:47 pm
IC =/= OOC. No, really.  
That said, you are not your character, oh oafish one. My primary player character may well be interested in yours, but that is fiction. Happy funtime imagination game territory. Do you understand? If not, let me explain!

My character is female, for one; I, last I checked, was not.

Furthermore, I'm happily involved, so you can feel free to shove straight off anytime you wish.

I've had more than my fill of obnoxious half-wits cluttering up my board and drooling idiocy across my kitchen table. This latest display of short-bus special behaviour is the candied-in-arsenic cherry on top of the great big damned hemlock sundae of fail.

You are you. Your character is your character. You are not a vampire. I doubt that one of the Turelim could type as coherently as you...sometimes...can. They're tridactyls, after all.

(Which reminds me: if your character is as old as he says he is, he would not be "ruggedly handsome" any more. Quite the opposite, in fact. The only way your claim would be funnier is if you'd made your PC one of the Zephonim, you half-wit.)

Please stop acting as if you were your character. This is not a LARP, nor is it a 'let's see who can stay in character the longest, ooh!' competition of some sort. You are not your character. (If your real name were Rathknell Darkken, I would feel so very very sorry for you, by the by.)

Finally, do not tell newcomers who they can and cannot play. If our newbie wants to apply to be Melchiah, she is allowed. It does not matter one whit, bucko, that some guy who done you wrong also done played Melchiah, and the bad memories are just too much for you to bear, and they are crawling in your skin, and these wounds, they will not heal. It does not matter, either, that she is a woman wanting to play a man. I am a man who plays a female character. You seem not to have much difficulty with that concept.

But I digress.

You are not a moderator on this board, and you are unlikely to ever be one...you cataclysmically-unstable little flake-pastry of a man, you.

Bugger off if you cannot wise up, please and thank you.

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