Problem With Forum Roleplay

[Cjmate 1252]

Forum roleplay, in most circumstances, is just thinly veiled OOC comments a majority of the time, and it can often be a bit cringe. 

 

I don't really know where to go with this. I just feel like no one ever brings it up. 

[Ryloth 4312]

Haskir takes hold of the missive, peering over it with squinted eyes and knitted brows. "What a hot take. Except, I don't care!" He balls up the paper before slam-dunking it into the nearby trashcan, and he leans back to crack open his Monster for a long, noisy sip.

[Caelria 2618]

Caelria puts the message in the fire and smiles an Elven smile. He sends a text to his mom and dad about how he won another argument with a stranger on the internet by showing how much he didn't care about what they had to say. Neither of them replied.

[Unwillingly 11148]

yall will laugh but he's right

forum """""RP""""" is a steaming hot pile of shit

[TryaxReck 377]

The man reads the missive, balls it up in the trash, smirking. 

He logs off of the computer, still believing that he had won, still believing that winning in such a context held meaning. His lips curled into a smile as he ignored those he loved, and whom loved him. His fingers clicked on the mechanical keyboard, typing away words that'd inflame another human being, a person perhaps not unlike himself, seperated by the barrier of a thin plastic screen, illuminated by LEDs.

The world was in decay. The pandemic took lives, the politicians blared their sychophantic ways, and the world turned, rotting from the inside out like an apple hiding a worm, gnawing away at all that is sweet and replacing it with a disgusting gangrene- spreading across the apple like misery does countries of Men.

And so as the digital missive burns, and as the player on the internet wins, the world that is real, which can be touched, smelt, and lived in, loses.

 

And so it goes.

He won.

[TheCaptain 403]

The African looks at the missive after waiting for it to load for thirty minutes. Nodding his head he muttered something in his unga bunga language, it seems as if though the African does indeed agree with the hot takes here. He scrolling through the comments as he was to go and write his own take, yet in an unexpected twist. His power went off...

In his sadness he stepped out of his hut into the ever hot kalahari sun. Adjusting his loin cloth which exposed his butt cheeks, he continued onwards towards his pet Lion, giving her some well deserved scritches as she ate another Kudu, he once more muttered something in his unga bunga language. A sadness washed over him as he stood up and ventured onwards, taking his bow and arrow as he clambered onto his elephant, Idowu Sithole. 

Giving the elephant named Idowu a pat on the back end, it began walking through the thick thicket. He was to go and slap some sense into Eskoms behind for No matter how retarded your power company can be, scheduling regular "power outages" is not the way to go.