Kialkarkea:

Blargh! The neck-button on my cloak fell off, and I'm out of spares.

You don't have normal person problems, do you?

>_< Return of the dental braces. This stage is so annoying.

Lawliet:

You don't have normal person problems, do you?

Who does?

Dissatisfaction: my friend struck out with a girl and I may have come across as insensitive in my reaction to his profound uselessness. Also, I successfully asked out one of his other friends, possibly compounding said sense of profound uselessness.

Jack:

Who does?

Dissatisfaction: my friend struck out with a girl and I may have come across as insensitive in my reaction to his profound uselessness. Also, I successfully asked out one of his other friends, possibly compounding said sense of profound uselessness.

Teach me how to be successful with the ladies, Jack.

There's one in every roleplaying group. The player who seems to think that he can dictate how other characters interact with his. >_>

foolofsound:

There's one in every roleplaying group. The player who seems to think that he can dictate how other characters interact with his. >_>

Dictate his interactions with yours.

With fire.

Phoebus:

Teach me how to be successful with the ladies, Jack.

Step one: drink. I don't mean "swill a fancy tipple at your local glitzy club", I mean go into a dive bar before every night out and fumigate your brain with rotgut. (Rotbrain.)
Step two: ensure your buddies are much less attractive than you. I opt for one dude who is better looking than me but cripplingly shy, and one dude who's ugly as sin but way too overconfident and boisterous - thereby solidifying my tenuous grip as physical and emotional alpha. (It was the latter dude who struck out last night, coincidentally.)
Step three: surgically remove your inhibitions so you don't mind threats from heretofore unseen boyfriends, slaps in the face, kicks in the balls (or ball-analogues) or cold-blooded laughter. It also helps to keep your mouth open: if she throws a drink, you get a freebie outta your hubris!
Step four: motorboats

Jack:

Step one: drink. I don't mean "swill a fancy tipple at your local glitzy club", I mean go into a dive bar before every night out and fumigate your brain with rotgut. (Rotbrain.)
Step two: ensure your buddies are much less attractive than you. I opt for one dude who is better looking than me but cripplingly shy, and one dude who's ugly as sin but way too overconfident and boisterous - thereby solidifying my tenuous grip as physical and emotional alpha. (It was the latter dude who struck out last night, coincidentally.)
Step three: surgically remove your inhibitions so you don't mind threats from heretofore unseen boyfriends, slaps in the face, kicks in the balls (or ball-analogues) or cold-blooded laughter. It also helps to keep your mouth open: if she throws a drink, you get a freebie outta your hubris!
Step four: motorboats

Friends, drinking, inhibitions...crap! This isn't gonna work. Ok, can I skip to step four?

Jack:

Step two: ensure your buddies are much less attractive than you. I opt for one dude who is better looking than me but cripplingly shy, and one dude who's ugly as sin but way too overconfident and boisterous - thereby solidifying my tenuous grip as physical and emotional alpha. (It was the latter dude who struck out last night, coincidentally.)

What if all your friends are more attractive than you? :(

Also: :wub: Jack, your comments always amuse me/cheer me up :P

Lawliet:


What if all your friends are more attractive than you? :(

Also: :wub: Jack, your comments always amuse me/cheer me up :P

Make one of them look like Two-Face.

Lawliet:


What if all your friends are more attractive than you? :(

Also: :wub: Jack, your comments always amuse me/cheer me up :P

Find someone with a fetish for tall british women with scars. There's someone who likes it.

Kialkarkea:


Find someone with a fetish for tall british women with scars. There's someone who likes it.

...Casilu?

:( Sad to hear that Whitney Houston died... I used to love her music when I was younger, and she was only 48 to boot, it's not like she was old...

Kagato:

:( Sad to hear that Whitney Houston died... I used to love her music when I was younger, and she was only 48 to boot, it's not like she was old...

But on Meth, it does.

Lawliet:


...Casilu?

Scars? Do you already look like Two-Face? Because I prefer Quinn/Ivy types.

casilu:


Scars? Do you already look like Two-Face? Because I prefer Quinn/Ivy types.

It's a foot long one across my abdomen :P

Talan:

But on Meth, it does.

Drugs. Destroying society one life at a time.

Personally I could not care less what people do in their personal time, if they want to do that kind of thing that is their business, but I will never support drugs (outside prescription ones used for a persons wellbeing), and I will always discourage friends and loved ones from using them as best I can. I've known people that have ruined their life using them and will not let it happen to anyone else I know

Lawliet:


It's a foot long one across my abdomen :P

I only like scars like that if I cause them.

Lawliet:

What if all your friends are more attractive than you? :(

Pshaw, I bet you're just being shy. I refuse to believe that a Lusternian is the most unattractive person in your social group; we're notoriously hot. Just make sure you don't let some brazen flatterer sweep you off your feet. Those dudes are only after one thing.

Lawliet:

Also: :wub: Jack, your comments always amuse me/cheer me up :P

Hey there, baby

Jack:

Pshaw, I bet you're just being shy. I refuse to believe that a Lusternian is the most unattractive person in your social group; we're notoriously hot. Just make sure you don't let some brazen flatterer sweep you off your feet. Those dudes are only after one thing.


Hey there, baby