Hello! I still technically exist. As some people might know (given there's a different thread about it next to this one) a few of us on SOTF play in a tabletop roleplaying group. We meet weekly, but because being an adult is hard, we often have to cancel our sessions when multiple people can't make ...

I agree with having a #Songtest. We could theoretically include Mafia too, though we don't get much of that. Having a media discussion as well as an SOTF discussion seems reasonable. We could subdivide it into like, wrestling, video games, other media, but I don't know if that's necessary. I dunno i...

Okay, so I've decided to let Lore adopt Paloma, and Jilly will adopt Johnny. I really appreciate the interest and am very pleasantly surprised at the amount of people who've said nice things. I'm glad I made such a good impression. I'm confident they'll continue being good quality in their new handl...

Oh, also, I'll probably keep things open until, say, some time tomorrow night (EST), then make my decision based on who asked.

So I brought this up in chat already but I figure I should post it here for posterity and so other people will know/see it. For a few different reasons, including school coming up soon among other things, I'm going to be withdrawing from Version 7. I've been very much disinterested in posting, and I...

"Sorry, man." What else was there to say? Fuck, his friends were literally dying. What was Johnny supposed to do, pat him on the shoulder? He stared out across the waterfall again. Jeff Green arrived, and Johnny glowered at him a little. He was a jackass, for one, and he had a bigass shiel...

(( Paloma didn't have to wait long, either. )) Paloma spotted the body from a ways away, instinctively lowering herself, glancing around. Silence, save for the sound of rain. She wasn't necessarily alone, but she couldn't see anyone else present. She drew forward slowly, teeth gritted, hands clenche...

Stupid. She was stupid. Stupid for believing in Quinn, stupid for trying to talk to her, stupid for leaving the house, stupid for leaving Meka, stupid for going on the trip. Rhonda gagged, the taste of blood overwhelmed by the pain. She tried to reach out towards Quinn, she didn't know why, but she ...

Rhonda flinched as Quinn ripped away from her, furiously so. Her eyes widened. She didn't understand. She didn't understand 'they don't matter'. The people she killed? Was that what it was? How could she say that? Rhonda couldn't believe it. Quinn wasn't a monster, was she? She couldn't, she wasn't,...

She was just going to leave and Rhonda wasn't going to be able to stop her and she was just going to die never knowing at least this little bit about her friend. Because she was useless. ...No. Rhonda didn't want her to go. She didn't know what else to do about it but grab Quinn by the shoulder. So ...

Johnny shrugged again. "Well I mean, good luck. I don't blame ya, and I'm not about to stop ya." Lucas was talking some melodramatic shit about force of will and taking revenge. Johnny preferred plain talk, but he didn't know Lucas much. Maybe he was just like that. Fuck, there were worse ...

Quinn was running. That was bad, but not incriminating. Maybe she though Rhonda would judge her, was assuming it was malicious when it wasn't. But she was wrong. Rhonda didn't even care. Okay, she did if Quinn was doing it on purpose. She cared a lot, actually. But she wouldn't know until she asked,...

...Seriously? "Seriously? Shit, dude." Johnny didn't really know what to add to that. His fucking 18th birthday here. That was like, an extra level of demented fucked-up-ness. Johnny didn't really know what to add to that. Well, he knew what he could say, but..."Uh, happy birthday, ma...

(( Paloma felt like shit. )) She'd gotten away from the boat and the Carters and whoever had yelled out after her, found a clump of soft ferns and bushes and the like in the woods, and tried to camp out for the day. She'd slept as much as she could, but eventually she got too restless and ended up d...