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open_flameA most of the people who I play with on a regular basis know I have been RP-ing on Twitter and LJ a grand total of about 150 days. I am by no means an expert, I don’t think I’m very good, and I have a shit-ton to learn. No screw that, a FUCK-TON to learn.
I love it, though. I love my muses/characters; I love most of the people I play with and I enjoy the entire process. The plotting, the interaction, the FUN! I’ve had threads get me through days I wanted to break down in tears or lose myself in a bottle of scotch from the stresses of RL. I’ve had Twitter conversations that make me laugh so hard I need tissues to wipe my tears. I’ve had plots that break my heart into pieces and teach me things about OOC life I never had the chance to fucking notice because I was busy with day-to-day mundane shit.
I’ve made friend playing, good close true friends who know and understand me as a person better than most of the people I know IRL save a select few. This means the world to me. I am not a social person. Perhaps my day job of dealing with the public at what is often their worst has soured me to the idea of face-to-face human interaction. Perhaps I’m just a fucking sociopath and should be locked up. Maybe I just like the people I meet online more than the people in my town. I’ll take fandom obsessed geeks as my nearest and dearest over a bunch of gay bashing diversity hating ‘I think I’m better than you because I don’t understand your interests’ assholes any day of the motherfucking week!
The Internet has changed the world. We no longer need to go to the bar with the annoying-ass coworkers we secretly hate or a fucking mixer to make friends that truly understand us as human beings. This is GOOD!
Liz struggles with friendships IC. She lives with the constant battle of containing an aspect of herself that hurts, kills, and destroys everything she loves on a fairly constant basis. Liz is REALLY fucking broken. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to her when the invitation to join a game, on Twitter and on LJ was sent.
Despite my limited experience, I jumped at the opportunity. I was able to learn more about a fandom I loved already, express myself through writing, which is something I love but have not been able to do for years, and (I know, repeating) MAKE REALLY FUCKING AWESOME FRIENDS!
But that’s the trouble with friends, groups of friends specifically. Sometimes, there are those in the group who say they are your friend, and act like they are, but then when the chips are down and the tide is rising, they leave you hanging. Of course, situations like that also make you realize which of the group are your TRUE friends.
So why the fuck am I telling you all this, you might ask? I don’t know….because I have no RL friends, because I can’t afford a shrink. Because it’s really fucking obvious but sometimes the obvious shit people can’t see even though it’s a close as the kitty cat sleeping on my chest making it very hard for me to type.
Anyway…
The point of all this, other than to get it out of my cluttered skull and hopefully off my mind…which is doubtful, but what the hell ever….
Twitter Liz is getting a full reboot. She was designed to be part of a verse that used to function very well and without much effort that I could see. This has changed. She has no active Hellboy (No, do not say ‘What about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
righthanddoom?’ That’s ME too, you dork. He was a plot device to represent Liz’s guilt for leaving BPRD. If I wanted to write shit with myself I’d fic and say to hell with RP.) Or Abe…or Roger or Johan….or anyone. She is alone in the wide world of Twitter. A BPRD Agent with no BPRD to call home. Not that it was much of a home, but…that is a whole other rant. One best saved for IC and a fic.
So, I am taking a queue fromthewatchmaker and rebooting Liz. From this point forward on Twitter, she is essentially a freelance paranormal investigator with affection for cigarettes, coffee and morose sarcasm. You want help with a ghost; Liz is your gal. You need a Banshee problem handled, call her up. Just don’t expect her to be sunshine and rainbows, and you’ll probably want to update your fire insurance before she comes to see you.
If your character knows/knew her before and it fits, we can have them have a history. Otherwise, theses RP are going to be one-shots. Still very open for crack and cross overs.
WHY?
Because I am fucking sick of elaborate complicated clusterfucks of “verses” on Twitter.
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!
I know where I can find the people I adore and trust, and play with them, so I’m doing that for my serious RP. As far as those people I adore and trust and count as my close friends, you know who you are, and I hope you know how much I love you just for being you. I’d be lost without you guys, and I love you. I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
/rant
I love it, though. I love my muses/characters; I love most of the people I play with and I enjoy the entire process. The plotting, the interaction, the FUN! I’ve had threads get me through days I wanted to break down in tears or lose myself in a bottle of scotch from the stresses of RL. I’ve had Twitter conversations that make me laugh so hard I need tissues to wipe my tears. I’ve had plots that break my heart into pieces and teach me things about OOC life I never had the chance to fucking notice because I was busy with day-to-day mundane shit.
I’ve made friend playing, good close true friends who know and understand me as a person better than most of the people I know IRL save a select few. This means the world to me. I am not a social person. Perhaps my day job of dealing with the public at what is often their worst has soured me to the idea of face-to-face human interaction. Perhaps I’m just a fucking sociopath and should be locked up. Maybe I just like the people I meet online more than the people in my town. I’ll take fandom obsessed geeks as my nearest and dearest over a bunch of gay bashing diversity hating ‘I think I’m better than you because I don’t understand your interests’ assholes any day of the motherfucking week!
The Internet has changed the world. We no longer need to go to the bar with the annoying-ass coworkers we secretly hate or a fucking mixer to make friends that truly understand us as human beings. This is GOOD!
Liz struggles with friendships IC. She lives with the constant battle of containing an aspect of herself that hurts, kills, and destroys everything she loves on a fairly constant basis. Liz is REALLY fucking broken. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to her when the invitation to join a game, on Twitter and on LJ was sent.
Despite my limited experience, I jumped at the opportunity. I was able to learn more about a fandom I loved already, express myself through writing, which is something I love but have not been able to do for years, and (I know, repeating) MAKE REALLY FUCKING AWESOME FRIENDS!
But that’s the trouble with friends, groups of friends specifically. Sometimes, there are those in the group who say they are your friend, and act like they are, but then when the chips are down and the tide is rising, they leave you hanging. Of course, situations like that also make you realize which of the group are your TRUE friends.
So why the fuck am I telling you all this, you might ask? I don’t know….because I have no RL friends, because I can’t afford a shrink. Because it’s really fucking obvious but sometimes the obvious shit people can’t see even though it’s a close as the kitty cat sleeping on my chest making it very hard for me to type.
Anyway…
The point of all this, other than to get it out of my cluttered skull and hopefully off my mind…which is doubtful, but what the hell ever….
Twitter Liz is getting a full reboot. She was designed to be part of a verse that used to function very well and without much effort that I could see. This has changed. She has no active Hellboy (No, do not say ‘What about
righthanddoom?’ That’s ME too, you dork. He was a plot device to represent Liz’s guilt for leaving BPRD. If I wanted to write shit with myself I’d fic and say to hell with RP.) Or Abe…or Roger or Johan….or anyone. She is alone in the wide world of Twitter. A BPRD Agent with no BPRD to call home. Not that it was much of a home, but…that is a whole other rant. One best saved for IC and a fic.So, I am taking a queue from
thewatchmaker and rebooting Liz. From this point forward on Twitter, she is essentially a freelance paranormal investigator with affection for cigarettes, coffee and morose sarcasm. You want help with a ghost; Liz is your gal. You need a Banshee problem handled, call her up. Just don’t expect her to be sunshine and rainbows, and you’ll probably want to update your fire insurance before she comes to see you.If your character knows/knew her before and it fits, we can have them have a history. Otherwise, theses RP are going to be one-shots. Still very open for crack and cross overs.
WHY?
Because I am fucking sick of elaborate complicated clusterfucks of “verses” on Twitter.
- I’m sick of “Oh, you weren’t around. So we made this whole new world and your character is not in it. Hope that's OK.”
- I’m sick of “you have to do it this way or you can’t at all.”
- I am sick of spending the whole day on a scene that leads Liz to NO Resolution.
- I’m sick of feeling like the odd woman out because I’m not chained to Twitter all day.
- I’m sick of a lot of shit. Mostly I’m sick of playing with too many people I don’t trust 100% or even LIKE!
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!
I know where I can find the people I adore and trust, and play with them, so I’m doing that for my serious RP. As far as those people I adore and trust and count as my close friends, you know who you are, and I hope you know how much I love you just for being you. I’d be lost without you guys, and I love you. I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
/rant
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Date: 2009-11-05 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-05 01:11 pm (UTC)You guys got the proverbial shaft much more than I did. *hugs* It just bugs me people have to be so immature about the situation...clearly, it bugs me a lot.
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Date: 2009-11-05 01:44 pm (UTC)*more hugs just for because* You are awesome though.
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Date: 2009-11-05 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-05 01:30 pm (UTC)*crosses fingers*
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Date: 2009-11-05 07:50 pm (UTC)Don't feel like crap, or some shit. :3
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Date: 2009-11-05 08:24 pm (UTC)I am just irked. Not really feeling like crap, just irritated.
Like I said in that OOC thread right after Liz met Luke, It is ALL about trust. *hugs*
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Date: 2009-11-09 04:35 am (UTC)OMG THIS THIS THIS!!!!
I love you baby!