Cerillium wrote:Taking a break from writing..... to write? Peh.The Guild members nestle together now.
Tomorrow, the fruits of their labors to reap.
Your PC should be in their bed, my dear.
Please put your PC the fuck to sleep.
The Priests are working their magic, child.
Summoning machine gods from the deep.
They'll bless one very last trinket if you swear
Your PC will go the fuck to sleep.
The Luxans who slink through halls are at rest
And the cultists who spy, poison, and creep.
I know you don't have extra bullets. That’s bullshit. Stop lying.
Lie the fuck down, damn PC, and sleep.
The wind whispers soft through the ash, hon.
The dragon-litch makes not a peep.
It’s been five RL days already.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Put your character the fuck to sleep.
All the other PCs are in dreamland.
The polite players have made their last peep.
Hell no, your PC can’t go to the lobby.
You know where the PC can go? The fuck to sleep.
The CoOPs fly forth from their dens.
Over PL threads, they linger and they weep.
A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love.
For real, shut your PC the fuck up and have them sleep.
The NPCs and others are snoring,
Wrapped in a big snuggly heap.
How is it you can write all this other great shit
But you can’t make your PC lie the fuck down and sleep?
The quest information is on the first page now
All that valuable information to reap.
No more questions. This interview’s over.
I’ve got two words for your characters: fucking sleep.
The civet reclines in the simmering jungle.
The fennec has silenced her cheep.
Fuck your applications, I’m not giving you shit.
Stretch your fingers. Cut the crap. Write them to sleep.
The plot line awaits in the meadows
And high on the mountains so steep.
My life is a failure, I’m a shitty-ass GM.
Stop fucking with me, please, and sleep.
All the other P2TM RP are advancing
As I sit here and openly weep.
Sure, fine, whatever, I’ll let you finish your scene.
Who the fuck cares? You character's not gonna sleep.
This IC is all I can remember.
The posts crappy and cheap.
You win. Your character runs down the hall.
As I nod the fuck off, and sleep.
Bleary and dazed I awaken
To find you say you're finished -- I keep
My fingers crossed tight as I open the IC,
And pray that you’ve put your PC to fucking asleep.
We’re finally ready to advance the plot.
I'm ready! I write, hit submit - sweet!
Oh shit. Goddamn it. You’ve gotta be kidding. You posted?!
Come on, have them go the fuck back to sleep.
I had the Mof's voice in my head while reading this