Here's the deal: I work in a scrap yard. It's hot, dirty, itchy and everything is heavy and sharp (I love it, though). However, there are some days I just want to strangle someone and watch the light fade from his eyes. REALITY CHECK! You can't just go around strangling people who piss you off (It's a shame because I know a handful of people who might benefit from a good ol' chokehold). That's why I RP! Something about writing; the words filling the screen or the chance to lose myself as a character in a story, takes my homicidal rage and makes it into something wonderfully logical and wholly unbelievable. So...why are you here?