Hiiiiii please talk to me I ge tbored easily also how is everyones day today i hope tis good :3

@Eggyz999 I did write it all I did use some words off of Google cause I kept getting to a point where I didn't know what word goes there plus I love debating I was on a debate team for awhile and you are right about the moderator or user that's why I said extreme cases like rpe or Murer etc which is why I said extreme cases lol

@Eggyz999 Yes, you are right, but we also need to use common sense. Drama is not a technical rule violation. If we accept a post that appears to be going to cause drama, whether it is meaningful or not, it will only lead to people getting into trouble and being banned or muted. By not excepting every post that doesn't technically violate the rules, we are attempting to prevent people from being muted every other day, which would only drive them away as we work to improve our reputation. We're attempting to prevent that, and just because someone posts something doesn't guarantee that it will start a dispute, what matters is how others react to it. That causes the problem, which is why things like discussions about politics and other topics are prohibited. Although discussing them isn't inherently harmful, we are all aware that it will be completely overblown because we have witnessed it. Thus, some things need to be restricted. Common sense is another element of the site rules. This holds true for both site users and moderators, without common sense, there would be no order. Besides, we train each moderator until they are up to par, and while we are rapidly accepting new members, we are working on providing them with accurate and effective training. Some of them might still be rejected, they are essentially still in the trial phase. I am aware of your worries. I'm not sure which of your posts was rejected, It shouldn't have been unless it used a lot of profanity or if any other rule was broken. Depending on how serious it is, a legitimate BrowseDNS complaint regardless of its confrontational nature should either be approved or rejected and discussed in private if it is great enough. We are currently working on training all of the moderators correctly, and I apologize that your post was rejected. I believe Wolfie and a few others are currently working on training a few. (This post is not specifically directed at you; it is intended for everyone who has concerns.) I assume your post is as well.

Does any body have any February Plans? Either to help achieve something in the future or just plans in general.

I'll go first, I'm planning on beating a RPG that has stumped me for over 2 years. I am going to start trying in school again. I also have a trip planned in the future. Last one is I'm currently looking at college campuses and plans for the future.

@Maditalian only thing some people owuld have a reason not to like is if they only have the switch and no gmail but other then that there's nothing wrong with it

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@feetlicker wait did it actually used to be popular? I found it on accident

@GooXy start with html

In the small town of Kalgri, darkness loomed on the horizon. The residents lived in constant fear of the notorious crime lord, Marcus DeLuca, a man known for his ruthlessness and cunning. His reign of terror had led to the deaths of many innocent people, but a small group of brave souls formed the Guardians to fight back.

Clara, a determined woman, led the Guardians, who were a mix of townsfolk: a retired police officer, a single mother, a school teacher, and a mechanic. They had grown tired of living in fear and had decided enough was enough. They rallied the townspeople and sparked something that may just be hope for those who had long suffered.

The Guardians created a plan to expose DeLuca’s criminal empire. They gathered evidence, contacted local news agencies, and reached out to a senator who had promised support. After months of careful planning, they felt ready to take a stand. The night of the confrontation approached, leading to an inevitable clash between good and evil.

As the sun set, the Guardians met in an abandoned warehouse where they would confront DeLuca. Clara, her heart racing, gave a speech full of hope and determination. “Tonight, we fight not just for ourselves but for every family that has suffered under DeLuca’s tyranny. We will not let fear control us any longer!” Her words sparked a fire in their hearts but doubt still lingered.

At midnight, the Guardians charged DeLuca’s hideout; a large lair filled with the smell of smoke and the lingering presence of suffering. They fought bravely, but DeLuca’s men, armed and ruthless, were ready for them. The battle was fierce; gunfire echoed off the halls. One by one, the Guardians fell; their dreams of justice extinguished like water to fire.

Clara wounded and exhausted, confronted DeLuca. In a final act of defiance, she lunged at him, but he easily dodged her attack. With a swift motion, he silenced her forever. As she fell to the floor, the hope that had ignited the town was destroyed, leaving only despair behind.

Afterward, DeLuca emerged uninjured, his hold on Kalgri stronger than ever. The townspeople, who once dreamed of freedom, mourned their fallen heroes. The news of the Guardians' defeat spread quickly, and the shadows deepened. Families that had once stood together were now broken; their hope was replaced by crushing despair.

DeLuca smiled as he looked over his kingdom, the blood of the innocent on his hands. He had won, but victory came at a cost. As he gazed over the town, he felt a void that success never filled. The cries of the grieving echoed in his mind, a reminder that in every triumph, there is a shadow waiting to consume you.

(I did this as a full story which is why the writings spaced out I do most my work in a doc and mosgt my stories that have parts are written on phone this is one I wrote while not doing my work in history)

@Aries also yesss I loved that like too

As Finn and the others got ready to face the evil force threatening their home, they didn’t know that the cause of their pain was Kael. He had come back, not as the brother they once knew, but as a figure of revenge. The years had hardened him, and the hurt from being cast out had turned into a desire for payback. In the dead of night, Kael sneaked into the Linwood estate, hidden in shadows and filled with rage. Finn stood at the entrance, prepared to protect his family, but when he saw the figure coming from the darkness, his heart sank. “Kael?” Finn’s voice shook, disbelief flooding through him. “Look who it is, the golden boy,” Kael shot back, his eyes shining with anger. “You’ve done well for yourself, haven’t you? While I was thrown out like a leper.” “What happened to you?” Finn urged, taking a step closer. “We were family!” “Family? You mean the ones who abandoned me? The ones who taught me that love comes with strings attached?” Kael’s voice was filled with bitterness. “You’re all the same light-bearers, blinded by your own pride.”

@Aries next is dropping now lol

@Aries lol I'm almost done with part 3

@Aries btw the ending might not be good most my stories end in tragedy but I'm trying smth new and having the ending be nice lol

@Aries part 2 just dropped

@Aries Thank you I actually finished part 2 already I just really don't want to go on my computer I'll probably download word on my phone lol

(I scrapped this because I didn't like the way it held together plus searching up all the types of roots was annoying I will make another one similar longer I just don't know where to go with this so it's getting scrapped)

Shaun grew up where the map erased itself at the edge of a forest with its own silent laws: do not break roots, do not disrespect what respects you, do not bring fire beneath the green. The rules came from his parents; however, we all knew they were never made by them. Bram put a palm to bark, offering sanctuary. He learned to listen; the way others learned to live. After that he had a family, he taught them all the rules of the forest. Eira, his beautiful wife, and Shaun is his one and only child. They learned the rules of the forest to a tee respect what respects you. Once, those rules were held engraved into Shaun he lost everything. A night of smoke and destruction broke them. Bandits came running/ Shaun watched what made him human burn until his hands felt like they were frozen in time. He remembers boiled bitterroots. His father's tracking knife flashes uselessly in the dark. Years later he walks the land like a shadow, trading safety for sensation for anything. He sleeps in ruined porches and the streets anywhere that’s dry wakes to the market's noise in the morning. He keeps moving as if movement might rub the numbness off him or at least make him notice it's there. Eira's recipes are a saint in his mouth; he can taste thyme and feverfew and the way she folded hope into anything she wished. Bram taught him to read soft signs. A bent stalk, the slant of a footprint; a bird's wrong alarm was engraved into him by the time he was 8. Those lessons live in his muscles even if he wishes to forget. He knows Harkun's name, a name he'll never forget nor his face. The bandit leader's scarred face is something Shaun consults in memory, the only thing that keeps him going anger. The forest watches from the hollow he sits by a tree and waits for anything that can show him he isn’t worthless. That he still has meaning.

Shaun grew up where the map erased itself at the edge of a magic-won forest that signed their life with quiet rules: lave the trees be and the trees would leave them sane. That family shattered one night. Bandits broke the laws that they had followed so well. Took everything that made him human. He was a child then, hands frozen in time. Years later he walks the land like a shado2, trading safety for sensation for anything. Searching for a pulse an idea that will prove he still exists. Something that can truly make him feel again.

You guys got any ideas of mini stories for me to write. I can't think of any currently