Dear readers, we return to this blog, not with a new harvest of poems, but due to an MRP that reminded us that being horrified with how far people go in describing their own character is much more common than a gust of sudden rhyming inspiration.
Somewhat censored because we're not here to humiliate anyone.
My thoughts:
Dude, I can't fucking understand what you're saying. It feels like you shook a thesaurus and picked whatever random words fell out and then dumped them in no patricular grammatical order that makes this impossible to read. All I get while trying to read it is "I'm super cool! I'm special! I'm mysterious and dark, worship me, worship me the way I do myself!" which means I will never initiate roleplaying in your direction.
Neville's thoughts:
My God! Practically every time they glance down at their thesaurus and try to use an excessively fancy word, they get it wrong! The sentences are so warped by the influence of Purple that they don't even make sense anymore.
Also, I feel I must point out that the last sentence literally translates (from Purple to English, obviously) as: "What waits and waits underneath their appearance, which resembles that of a raven, is a publically available male goose." I suppose that fits with the bird theme.
They actually described themself as wearing an 'ominous hood'! Do these people have no shame?
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