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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: My Turn I Guess
Favorite show: Lie to Me.
Favorite shoes: My Dress Shoes.
Favorite book: Many, one of of course [or sadly] S.A Salvatore's Drizzt series.
Favorite Sweet:Jelly Bellies.
What do I hope of becoming as an Innmate:Being here until I or the Site "retires".
Motto:My own "Love is a dream that never stands still."
Most common class: Paladin [I have been told I play the best unbreakable Paladin].
PC or gear: PC.
Favorite Time of Day to post:Random.
Favorite dragon:Black.
Tree:Boldo Tree, found in Chile and other SA Countries, mainly used for its leaves for tea.
THIRD thing you do in the morning:Very random, I never do a list of things to do, to have a third thing I do in the morning.
Married or Single: Married. 
Favorite vacation destination:Never been on a Vacation, but if I had one, Chile of course.
Favorite Veggie:Carrots.
Favorite Meat: All, to pick one? Beef.
Favorite Seafood: Lobster.
Favorite Beverage: Diet Pepsi.
Favorite Bread:Bavarian Rye has the lowest sugar and Carbs for a diabetic and cheapest than paying an arm and a leg for a non-carb loaf.
Will there ever be another RDINN Get Together?:Get together, you all do that? Interesting.
Favorite hobby (besides RPG's)?: Writing poetry, though I am going to be quitting that, as writing my novel is my life.
What do girls like guys giving them the most: {not sure about other women]But, to my love I guess, my full attention, the love and respect she needs, moral support in her drawing, encouragement in her writing, just about anything she needs she gets. She said after all she will carry my child, my bloodline will follow, what on Earth can a man do to top that.
What is your idea of success?: I don't know if it is just Chilean or Latin American, but for man to be successful, Is to write novel, plant a tree, build a house [buy one], raise a family. Two more and I am there.
Mine question is- Who has been your greatest inspiration. [Pablo Neruda for me]
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 09:04:10.
Edited on 2010-09-01 at 09:05:49 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: Rhyming Game
Subject: Allience Vs
Horde.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 08:25:44.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Sweet
Another last post wins.
Thus I come to tell you all, I am not here not to win, but to make sure no one ever does. Being placed as the "Winner" is purely unintentional and inevitable.
No One Will Win Post.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 06:13:12.
Edited on 2010-09-01 at 09:15:37 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: FV
Sorry for the cruelty, but but you get your ranches for your horses in and after committing your life to Farmville.
I wish I was more caring.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 06:03:09.
Edited on 2010-09-01 at 06:03:57 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: Craft Thirty-Eight
Subject: Craft Thirty-Eight
I have a hundred and fifty poems, which I may only be sharing a small few. I been called classy for as long as I can remember, and although my poems are not graphic, they very descriptive and since there are younger readers [not necessarily reading everything, better to be safe than sorry] - This is one of the mildest that I have,
Air of the mountain morning mist, which dances upon us and wills us to dance with it.
To be a new and love be true, as we hold each other in the destiny.
Why not sing it to the world, that our life is complete?
To the let the robins sing us a love song, and we laugh contentedly for they know us that well, so vivid we are in love and in prosperity.
So alive, is like we own this world and it allows us to. To cry out in joy, like children at play, for we are a child at heart.
Eternally free, as souls can be never denying what our love is to bring. Ourselves as one, ourselves to be, a world of just you and me.
Into you heart I dream in your laughter I live in.
Told hold upon your thought is waiting for a dream to come true, waiting for everything to be fulfilled. So here we stand, hand over hand.
A gentle kiss, a loving hug to set our heart a beat. We are so meant to be and together we bring a impossible dream very much possible.
We take what we want a hold it tightly truly be apart of it, like to spring roses consuming the life of the sun, the life of us.
We are together.
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 18:43:05.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: If casted Incorrectly it Becomes
Tragic
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 03:13:35.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Out, Damned
Spot
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 03:12:39.
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Topic: Five Lines of Rhyme
Subject: Tis My Bane
As I was told I cannot Rhyme
Explain to e without, my words were but a crime.
Don't spare me excuses, don't spare me a dime,
for four year later, her daughter for at least three years became mine.
[Hey I tried,What?! I tried...stop judging me!!! ~Runs and hides in a corner....can't sleep the clowns will eat me...my first name is Joe (Jose)]
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 03:10:10.
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Topic: He Was A Bitter Man
Subject: The Spider To The Spider
While I use my words to encourage your own self-confidence, she encourage it to say "I made you this way" - I never make you feel great about yourself for my my own personal gain, she on the other hand did.
Thus the comparison, this one is not poetic, flow is missing. I like it nonetheless.
I do know who you are, worry not the clothing you care to wear; your very twitch sold you out.
No amount of way of being can hide your idiosyncrasy. You came into my web, making it move differently, to hide the typical movements of what makes you, you. Nevertheless, I am so used to you;
I memorized that very twitch.
You do not believe yourself to be that crafty do you?
When will you realize that when you do begin to plea, for peace; I will realize that tone in your voice, that whiny little cry; you can give.
The one you give when things do not go your way. It’s that very shiver that makes your body quiver, which makes you think you can run away.
However, I know that very shiver, that same pathetic quiver; you will never run away.
You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavor; I know your very taste.
There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 02:53:22.
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Topic: New To The Forum
Subject: Introducing
7-Eleven's new Slurpee flavor, Melty Eol
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 01:17:43.
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Topic: New To The Forum
Subject: Well
I am Hobbit, and very sneaky... Never planned to leave, my one flaw is to everyone's advantage.
Hi my name is Miguel and a Forum addict...I used to belong to 125 or more Forums, I had joined RDINN in 06, but was so overwhelmed with the others, I came here to rest and read. It came to my attention and to one of my editors - that my novel that need to be published last year, never happened. Thus I asked all my Mods to ban me never to remove the ban no matter what. With a much somber soul I return to this one and this one alone, such as that my editor is no longer able to help me. I have a grasp on time management and doing great on my novel.
I plan never to leave, we are stuck with each other, I have by the way, 8 chapters written or 147 pages or 70,026 words. If you also like to know, the main reason I never deleted my account, or inadvertently asked anyone to ban me from here. As any gamer, I needed a home.
P.S Thanks for all those who offer to assist me with anything, but as older guy who has been the one always helping the world, no literately the world. I will see what I can do in asking, but then if I cannot assist myself first, how would I claim to assist others...unless someone is offering free or cheap editing *COUGH* *COUGH* gee, umm I guess I am coming doing with a cold.
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 00:47:40.
Edited on 2010-08-31 at 00:53:29 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: He Was A Bitter Man
Subject: The Spider To The Fly
A man can be as hurt as the next lovely lady that has been scorned. She called vindictive, I called her a sinner and she was a United Minister Priest[ess? is that the proper word?] and I emphasize at WAS.
I know who you are, worry not about the clothing you care to wear; it was your very twitch sold you out.
No amount of way of being can hide your idiosyncrasy. You came into my web-
Making it move differently, to hide the typical movements of what makes you, you. Nevertheless, I am so used to you;
I memorized that very twitch.
You do not believe yourself to be as crafty as I do you?
When will you realize that when you do begin to plea, for peace; I will realize that tone in your voice, that whiny little cry; you can give.
The one you give when things do not go your way. It's that very shiver that makes your body quiver, what makes you think you can run away.
However, I know that very shiver, that same pathetic quiver; you will never run away.
You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavour; I know your very taste.
There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.
You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavor; I know your very taste.
There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 20:27:27.
Edited on 2010-08-31 at 01:26:45 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: New To The Forum
Subject: Thank You And
Bees?
Hmmm
To Bee or Not To Bee Quoted by Sting [get it? ]
Obee-Won Kenobee, seriously the old man was a Buzz kill.
Bee My Valentine - Honey, I Love you.
Good lords folks, there is a giant gathering of people outside, it is like a Swarm out there.
What's the Buzz, tell me what's a happening. - Jesus Christ Superstar - How sweet it is.
You asked.
I am not crazy, just misunderstood.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 20:07:55.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 20:10:04 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: New To The Forum
Subject: I have been here for
Four years, I wish I knew why I never introduced myself,or participated in this Forum. I have read one or a few topics, thus I apologize, so please no gallows. Mind you, that might make me taller. Been gaming since forever [Ok since I was 11, 27 years ago - see forever] I will forever be a AD&D 2nd Ed fan and DM just as long. I am a writer, I have a few poems, but right now my biggest ongoing work is my novel. A Liar's Game.
Not sure what else to say, I am not sure how vocal i will be, I just know I will never leave, even if I am quiet.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 19:00:39.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 19:01:11 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: A Word Crafted
Subject: My Vampires Have Fangs
They actually consume blood, they don't glitter, mine are masculine, and I think masculinity alone can defeat any of the Twilight, not so Vampires. The next two, are about me being vicious to my ex who treated me like dirt. Even guys can be scornful.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 18:02:57.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 18:13:10 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: A Word Crafted
Subject: A Vampiric Life
So this in a sense is the second half, my main genre, like I said is romance, I don't rhyme do to an argument or discouragement from my English teacher, she yelled at me for not rhyming, saying is just dribble otherwise. Never liked her and since then I chose not to rhyme, I gather i can if needs be, but otherwise, they are words crafted.
The gentle touch of cold fingers, the sweet kiss of the last breath taken; when you wake I will be here.
When you wake I will guide you, when you wake I will love you; thy heart no longer beats, as your soul no longer dreams.
My love, in your moments of darkest hour your body opens to my reasoning of why we are together, we walk together in the harshest hours; we love with the most mournful desire.
Embraced cadaver, blood is our quench; tainted life in the black fire.
Walk with me in the mist and in midst of it all compose our darkest ardor of our deceitful hearts; thus we deny it the heat of passion, truth uninspired.
Thus when we lay next to each other, no longer will there any lingering emotion unbound; passion no longer, bliss no more than a hunger; no more than a meaningless want.
Listen to the silence, the dead sing to us well; children sense our presence, the guilty know our thirst.
Avarice locked in place, lips touches the skin; lifeless heart is in ache. Departure from their dreams, whimsical is not an option; a blissful awareness of their past.
Lust is but a memory, hunger took its place, emotion is a memory, for thy love is colder than ice. Walking away from this damnation, is but an eternally and mournful dream.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 17:45:36.
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Topic: A Word Crafted
Subject: -
Of course, mind you I only have one other like this  and two others that are not my genre, as I am more of a romantic. I get a minor few saying they get the shivers with this poem.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 16:36:12.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 16:54:28 by Wordcrafter
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Topic: A Word Crafted
Subject: The Vampiric Kiss
I have been here quietly reading folks, not even a peep from me. Disappointing part, I have been here since 2006, not long for some, yet here I am. Also not really a poet, my sign-in name says it all. I am posting here, for the sake of it, my poems do not rhyme and will never rhyme, they have their own personal flow. Not matter how many people I show I don't get a response, may be I am not really that good.
My darling how tender is thy flesh? How willing is thy blood to be rendered to me?
Oh sweet darkness, beloved cold embrace; take hold of you mortality, for there will be nothing of you today.
You are my gift, thus my wonderful cadaver; let me be thy Sire, of sweet dark desires.
The Prince in one of your greatest nightmares, be it you one gentle drink, one empty vassal.
One delicious kin, my lady of dark admires; be gently into death, gently into wake.
To take you into bliss, the tender lips upon thy skin; to take the taste of you into me.
Oh how my lady shiver, the power that I deliver. Do not shed a tear, my beloved deadly dear; for I hold you very near.
What bounty thou give me, my gentle creature; how my hand dances about your trembling body, how much of you I desire.
Come to you my soul, drink now of me and be one with me, ever lasting lovers.
Quench your lust, drink you must; into darkness you now dance.
Dance macabre, dance of immortal lovers.
Our bodies’ coldness is our hearts’ most coveted treasure; for the passion that is ours and it is a power no other can ever devour.
Take hold of my maliciousness, my wondrous artistry; you make death so now inviting.
It is a wonder I chose you are my master piece; a lineage no one else can conspire.
Posted on 2010-08-30 at 16:01:56.
Edited on 2010-08-30 at 16:02:40 by Wordcrafter
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