Some parts in this will be Homestuck related. :L I'll try to keep this one open... Comedy will be intended in this. Any questions, wall me. ;D -------------------- You are a girl of many interests, varying from bands to comics and to just... Puppets. You obviously have a name, but what is it? Enter Name: AUSTRALIAN_MONGCHOW. *Bitch Slap* Try again. NASHVILLE_TODD ☑ Your name is Nashville, and as it's been said before, your various obsessions list could go on forever, but to keep it condensed, you like plays, gothic fiction, your cello and multiple puppets. Your parents found it to be rather ironic that in the fact that you're AUSTRALIAN, they named you after a shitty American city. Then again, you don't care. Or give less than the two shits you contain. You look around your room, with it's lovely white walls with various craptastic drawings you've made. Oh glorious craptastic drawings. >Nashville: Figure out what you're missing. You pay your face with hopes you realize what you're missing. Your glasses. You look around blindly for your...oh. You don't have glasses. >Nashville: Look around in hopes to figure out what's up. You sigh, sitting on your trippy, twilight zone chair, only to jump from the scary ass vibrations of your kickass, and ironically shitty phone. hey Nashville, get the fuck up All you and your friends around the planet have a special way of typing, like your friend David for example only capitalizes proper nouns. As well as nicknames. Nashvillian: Thiis better be ****iing important, Dave. Daviebro: dude, I got a new taxidermy kit Nashvillian: And? II don't fiind anythiing legiit about iit. Daviebro: let's make a taxidermy squirrel! Nashvillian: ...Ew. >Nashville: Listen to mom rant about your shitty cleaning job and climb into attic. You think you've had the "you-should-put-more-effort-into-responsibility" speech enough. You climb up into the legit attic you found when you moved in, and pray your mom doesn't find it and then criticize you for never listening to her repeat herself. >Nashville: Dig through piles of random junk and talk to David. Daviebro: hey Nashville! Daviebro: why the fuck won't you answer me!? Daviebro: ...fuck. Nashvillian: Jesus Daviie, what? Nashvillian: What could YOU possiibly want? Daviebro: ...hi. Nashvillian: ...Fuck you, Daviie.