1. God-modding is lame.
2. Mary Sues are also lame.
3. Script-style RPing isn't that lame, but not recommended.
4. RPing as an OC is aight in my book.
5. Having fun is cool.
Imma play as that kewl mofo Dawhkta Dawhsun, yo, cuz he's one kewl mofo.
It was a particularly clear, sunny day in the fictitious village known as Someplacetown, USA. The sun was high, the birds were chirping, the flowers were growing... and our good friend Dr. David Q. Dawson had absolutely no clue about how he ended up in this peculiar town.
He remembered that last night, he was in a comfortable bed in a flat in London, but now, all he sees are these confounded contraptions everywhere, which are less commonly referred to as "cars", apparently, and odd-looking buildings on residential lots that only very few call "houses".
Less than five minutes ago, he was woken up by the sound of a man yelling at him on the lawn of one of the houses on Maple Street. Since then, all he's been doing was walking around aimlessly, trying to figure out what the devil went on last night, and why he was here in the first place.
As he was doing that, a woman was jogging by, paying attention to the fact that there's a huge, fully dressed cartoon rodent walking back and forth on the sidewalk. Dawson got used to being stared at weirdly by now; he was just as weirded out by the fact that he was now about twenty times taller than he was the last time he was awake. The woman rubbed her eyes as she took a glance at him; Dawson just shrugged.
"Oh," the now human-sized mouse sighed woefully, as he looked down at the pavement below his feet, "Why did I end up in this strange neighborhood?" He then heard a familiar voice call out for him in the distance.6/25/2011 #1
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