- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Afternoons, evenings and nights.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Historical, fantasy, magic, horror, supernatural, survival, vampires, demons, pirates, mutants, ghosts, romance (FxF, MxM, MxF) (Romance should be part of the plot and not the whole plot in itself), etc.
Archer laid in the grass on the side of a road. He hadn't had an interesting job in forever, and nothing interesting seemed to happen around him at all lately. Was he cursed? Had a witch decided to play around with his mortal soul and cursed him with eternal boredom? Not too likely he had to admit, but at least it would make the world slightly more entertaining if it had been true.
"God.. Demons... Devil... Whoever's listening. I'll give you my damn soul if you'd just give me something interesting. Even if it's only for a second or two." He spoke to the air, hopefully someone would be listening and save his mind from drying out, cracking up and eventually fall to pieces.
He could just take on another job, and maybe he'd find entertainment there. But so far it had done nothing to ease his frustration, so to think the next time would be different didn't seem realistic. Though it did simply get down to chance. It was like throwing three dices, once you got three sixes at one try something interesting would happen, but every other time would be boring or mediocre.
"Maybe I should find myself a brothel. At least it'll be something to do." He mumbled to himself as he sat up in the grass. Awkwardly enough, sex hadn't been on his mind for quite some time. Was he so bored even his libido protested? Damn, it must have been a curse. No one could get that bored.
"God.. Demons... Devil... Whoever's listening. I'll give you my damn soul if you'd just give me something interesting. Even if it's only for a second or two." He spoke to the air, hopefully someone would be listening and save his mind from drying out, cracking up and eventually fall to pieces.
He could just take on another job, and maybe he'd find entertainment there. But so far it had done nothing to ease his frustration, so to think the next time would be different didn't seem realistic. Though it did simply get down to chance. It was like throwing three dices, once you got three sixes at one try something interesting would happen, but every other time would be boring or mediocre.
"Maybe I should find myself a brothel. At least it'll be something to do." He mumbled to himself as he sat up in the grass. Awkwardly enough, sex hadn't been on his mind for quite some time. Was he so bored even his libido protested? Damn, it must have been a curse. No one could get that bored.