Morgan Evanar
Sep 7th, 2003, 07:47:45 PM
I'm four days late. Third of September, two thousand.
"I'm bored"
Shawn, in his infinite wisdom, had the solution to simply devour my time: here. "Foodman" was my ezboard account for my Counter-Strike Clan, which I only recently retired from after playing with them for more than 3 years. Probably about four.
Since I wanted a different signature and correct profile and all of the of the other cool stuff, I registered "Fewdman". Some of you cookies remember that.
Three months later I was promoted because some people wanted it to be so. My response was "what" and I still think it was a mistake.
I got tired of the nickname around the same time, give or take a month.
Who calls a Jedi Knight "Foo(ew)dman"? Thats just not respectable. So I registered "Morgan Evanar" which was my character's actual name, which most of you know, and if you don't, well, you're new. Thats cool too. Sup?
Right. So I decided I'd be all clever and pull in character infiltration. And I did. And my character was naughty x30^2Pi R with Live Wire. That was cool, although I stumped her a few times. Then some stuff happend. I stopped sitting the fence, and became a Jedi. I started some other characters. Morgan was long in the tooth right then, I felt like I was running in setting concrete.
Eventually, I learned how to mentally compartmentalize my characters. I guess it really happend about a year ago, and its been a huge boon. I'm leet, or something.
So time past, Morgan lost his memory, found his friends, slowly got it back, and is gettin maaaarriiiieeeed. No kids soon. There are enough rug-rats on the boards.
I read some of the really old stuff of mine recently, successfully surpressing my gag reflex whenever I read some other peoples stuff. Wow, we were all bad. But we were having fun. And thats the point.
Sometimes things weren't so fun, from OMG FORUM DRAMA. Jeez guys. Chill.
I'm still having fun. Its a neat gig. I even got some solid friends out of it, so good they didn't draw a penis on me when I was passed out from awesome poison. Getting me drunk, keeping me alive and ungraffited = rad.
Cheers everyone, n'stuff.
"I'm bored"
Shawn, in his infinite wisdom, had the solution to simply devour my time: here. "Foodman" was my ezboard account for my Counter-Strike Clan, which I only recently retired from after playing with them for more than 3 years. Probably about four.
Since I wanted a different signature and correct profile and all of the of the other cool stuff, I registered "Fewdman". Some of you cookies remember that.
Three months later I was promoted because some people wanted it to be so. My response was "what" and I still think it was a mistake.
I got tired of the nickname around the same time, give or take a month.
Who calls a Jedi Knight "Foo(ew)dman"? Thats just not respectable. So I registered "Morgan Evanar" which was my character's actual name, which most of you know, and if you don't, well, you're new. Thats cool too. Sup?
Right. So I decided I'd be all clever and pull in character infiltration. And I did. And my character was naughty x30^2Pi R with Live Wire. That was cool, although I stumped her a few times. Then some stuff happend. I stopped sitting the fence, and became a Jedi. I started some other characters. Morgan was long in the tooth right then, I felt like I was running in setting concrete.
Eventually, I learned how to mentally compartmentalize my characters. I guess it really happend about a year ago, and its been a huge boon. I'm leet, or something.
So time past, Morgan lost his memory, found his friends, slowly got it back, and is gettin maaaarriiiieeeed. No kids soon. There are enough rug-rats on the boards.
I read some of the really old stuff of mine recently, successfully surpressing my gag reflex whenever I read some other peoples stuff. Wow, we were all bad. But we were having fun. And thats the point.
Sometimes things weren't so fun, from OMG FORUM DRAMA. Jeez guys. Chill.
I'm still having fun. Its a neat gig. I even got some solid friends out of it, so good they didn't draw a penis on me when I was passed out from awesome poison. Getting me drunk, keeping me alive and ungraffited = rad.
Cheers everyone, n'stuff.