Thanks a lot to everyone whose post I liked in this thread. You guys are all super cool, and I'm sorry for dipping out like this without much of a warning.
The joke was that a puke emoji would express how I felt, haha.
It's not even a problem with the forum, it's a problem with the userbase...
So I'm pretty certain not a lot of people would care in the slightest, but in the sliver of an off-chance that you do, I'm leaving the site. Mostly due to a lot of passive-aggressive garbage received from a few people that I guess I'll avoid namedropping. I gave this a little bit of...
@Wit
I'm using my Wookiee, a down-on-his-luck, 290-year-old healer, who is reclusive and unrealistically harsh on himself, whose goal isn't to kill the Sith, but to put an end to the war.
I'm pretty sure Proleptic is using Maliel, who (as far as I'm aware) is a happy-go-lucky but rebellious...
Sorry for the double-post; are you insinuating that you didn't just do exactly that, whilst teleporting your character into a room that was stated to be empty?
Nobody left.
The old Wookiee was just barely in earshot when the girl made that first statement. He paused, his staff making a loud snap as he leaned his weight against it, his back still facing her. He pondered speaking up for a solid thirty seconds, before finally settling on something to say. After a...
Rrrawocci shook his head, grumbling, to correct her - he was no master - but continued his efforts, regardless, making sure to keep his concentration locked onto the injury before him. After a solid five minutes had passed, he withdrew his hand. This was as much as he could manage, at the time...
Click. Click. Click. The sound of a wooden staff heavily tapping against the ground echoed across the lake. A Wookiee, gigantic even compared to members of his own species, slowly made his way toward a medical team, which had been apparently dispatched to heal up a young Jedi's broken bones ---...
I'll keep it in mind! I feel like I should've specified somewhere, but the initial idea was that his master originally was not a member of the Jedi Army subset, but Rrrawocci joined it later on.
Thanks for everything!
A heavy clang rang throughout the hall as Urou stomped through the turbolift doors, clad in a borrowed CR-26 system, coupled with a light repeating blaster. The horn-like spike usually found on the forehead had previously been hacked off with a buzz-saw and replaced with a stamp of the Sacred...
Urou Brikas leaned back lazily in his seat, a wide grin plastered across his face. His helmet sat on his knee, pinned there by his massive hand. He idly flicked at the antenna, only half-paying attention to the orders... Until "...and we GTFO. Got it?" caught his full attention, of course...