WritesNaughtyStories

Not guilty, but only because I haven't started them. Next poster misses the days of watching a show with the rest of the country at a regular time slot.

Kinda depends... Does a random stranger and his girlfriend you met at a bar count? They were deciding who was the better kisser, so I offered to be the judge. I hung out with them the rest of the night. But probably guilty, I'm very affectionate and engage in risky behavior. Next poster is uncomfortable with people they don't know.

Not guilty. I quit drinking years ago. Next poster won't wait for New Year's to get hungover.

We'll, fuck me. Another cross-post. To Izzy's point: Guilty. I didn't actually want anything more than getting through it without getting angry, frustrated and annoyed. Despite a house full of people, including both my mother and mother-in-law, I did that To AmberBi's: Not guilty. See above. Next poster has big plans for New Year's Eve.

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hot box

tennis club

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black hole

Not guilty. I like almost everything except goat cheese and eggplant. I keep trying, but they both keep sucking. Next poster did not get the dopamine hit they hoped from the holidays.

Changed Current Status to Not looking for new roleplayers. This is currently in progress, but if you know anything about me, go ahead and reach out. I'm always game to talk about ideas.

Steven Colbert

Not guilty, but only because I'm an American and the vast majority of media calls things what I do. There's also the fact that I haven't bought a console or video game (except the annual update of NBA 2k for my son) in decades so the most common offenders are not things I follow. The next poster uses a steel razor blade.

Not guilty. Got a pretty sore thumb for a minute when I got my original Xbox with Halo, though. Next poster still has a Dreamcast or Genesis.

Guilty. I think it would be really fun to switch back and forth at will. Feel like heels and an expensive dress for a dinner out, girl today. Going hunting with the Jarhead buddies, probably dude today. But sure, even if it was just one day to check it out and really get an idea of what it's like to be a woman, yes. Guilty. Next poster thinks their partner is way too lax about cleaning.

If you don't mind a guy writing your yuri with you, I'd love this.

Not guilty. I'm mostly a lousy human being. Next poster celebrated Pho Day today.

Not guilty. Despite my militant atheism, my family loves Christmas and I will get gifts. Next poster chooses happiness.

I think I'm ready - shall I get a post up for each character in their respective story thread? Is it safe to assume there are a few veterans of the Great War left at St, Germaine who claim to have seen horrific things creeping through the fields of the dead? Most of the staff are, perhaps, too young to have been in the trenches and dismiss the stories as those of shell shocked, broken men, but Marcus has seen hints, and is more inclined to listen? As for Outpost 32 - I assume there's some base camp named after Amundsen where the expedition to the ruins is being staged?

Name: Srirasmi Ballard-Whyte Age: 24 Gender: Female Country: British Empire Appearance: Tall, slender and fit. Her red hair, green eyes and porcelain complexion reveal her mother's deep Irish roots. Bio: Born to British aristocrats in Siam, Srirasmi is named for her parents' house girl and assistant. The earliest years of her life were spent in the Siamese jungle ruins her parents were studying. While most of her memories of these formative years are impressions of running, climbing and eating with the older Srirasmi, the time established her as an athletic, adventurous soul and taught her to speak Siamese. When her father was called back to England during the Great War, Srirasmi found herself in a strange, alien land of petticoats, cruel daughters of petty English nobles and the raging Spanish flu that killed her mother. The brief stay was traumatic and Sri,though devastated by the loss of her mother, was glad to return to the lush green of her Siamese home. At the end of the war her father rejoined her in Siam and they returned, with Srirasmi, her husband and their children to the hidden jungle ruins. Two years skittered by, running, climbing, going to the Muay Thai matches in the nearby village with her father and Srirasmi's husband, Petanchai. But Father's studies had stalled. Without Mother's assistance, his records were scant, disjointed and the drawings much poorer than hers. Frustrated, he took a position on a new expedition to Egypt and Srirasmi found herself returned to the cold misery of her parents' homeland. Now, without her mother to keep their home and her beloved nanny unable to leave Siam, Srirasmi found herself in an all girls' boarding school. Unaccustomed to "polite" English society, and exceptionally capable of defending herself, the young Ballard-Whyte soon found herself on the wrong side of both the other girls and the head mistress. By 1923, in the wake of the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb, there was a renewed interest in Egyptology and Srirasmi's father summoned her to join him. Again relieved to leave England's weeping skies and bitter aristocracy behind her, Srirasmi joined her father in Egypt and took over as his assistant. Theme: Discovery, adventure