- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Steampunk, Romance, Scifi, Horror, Modern, and Fantasy, although I'm always jazzed to try something new.
Mario was about to retort with a snappish, defensive denial of his sulkiness. He stopped himself short however, reining his temper in. He was sulking. That just darkened his mood. And now he was a depressed computer. Kicking himself for wallowing in self-pity, he spoke again, quietly. His emotional ball was still shrouded, however.
"The kitchen isn't the only place we have food. There's a storage room along the north wall where food was stockpiled in case the laboratory needed to hold against a sustained assault. Mostly dry goods. There might be some MRE's in stock, even."
"The kitchen isn't the only place we have food. There's a storage room along the north wall where food was stockpiled in case the laboratory needed to hold against a sustained assault. Mostly dry goods. There might be some MRE's in stock, even."