Alright, confess odd things.
Excessive complaining isn't allowed anywhere on the site. Keep it out of this thread.
For example, I'm jealous to my big brother becuase he discovered The Smiths first. Dammit, now I can't have a crush for Morrisey without feeling weird about it.
Edited by GastonRabbit on Jan 5th 2023 at 5:46:13 AM
That's unimaginative?
I had a terrible Marty Stu character named Oni Owaj (and later, Chaotic Rush and Chaotic Fury).
I had many God-Mode Sue characters.
edited 25th Sep '09 7:33:56 PM by Lucky Revenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."I've never stopped playing imagination games. Thankfully, I've also never lost my sense of reality versus fantasy, otherwise I'd probably be in a mental ward by now.
There was a short-lived series called Andy Richter Controls The Universe, and I loved that show because the main character was basically me. Should probably get the DVD and Entry Pimp it some time.
I wrote about a fish turning into the moon.Oh, my... you should hear the kinds of fetishy stuff I thought about when I was a kid. Maybe I'll expound on that sometime.
Although the only sex-related shame I harbor is that I haven't had it more often with a wider variety of partners. Each individual act I haven't tried yet is a little shame all its own.
the dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, the game itself will hold you backI still play imagination games, but now they're firmly in my head. Where they probably deserve to be. Of course, I still have the habit of pacing and mumbling when I think, which I developed because of those old games.
Honestly, a lot of the time it wasn't so much of me playing as me explaining to myself what was happening.
@Lull: I'm actually ashamed of my shame now. But that doesn't make the shame go away.
edited 25th Sep '09 7:38:39 PM by Lucky Revenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Ah, see, that's why I mostly only do it when I'm alone. If I'm with others I pretend like I'm talking to them, though I typically talk too fast when I'm in think-mode for them to be able to follow or respond. Or they don't even hear all the thoughts so they're responding to something I've already thought past and forgotten.
Think-mode is a fun time for me. My thoughts move too fast and on too many tracks for me to be able to follow along. Should I be worried if I can't follow my own thoughts, or should I just embrace it and go on the crazy fun ride it is?
@Lull: I hope you're right, man. I really do.
edited 25th Sep '09 7:47:02 PM by Lucky Revenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Oh wow, I also pace and mumble, though I also flail a bit.
What's the frequency Kenneth?|In case of war.I flail typically before I dance. Or I'll flail as part of my dance. I don't really flail intentionally or while thinking, though.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."My imagination games continue to evolve the older I get. It started with taking pictures out of magazines and imagining them as happening in my life. Sometimes it was kind of pathetic. There was a picture of some kids and I managed to convince myself they were my real friends and that they were coming over one day. I actually got disappointed when they didn't.
When I was in middle school, everything revolved around my obsession with giant robots. I also loved drawing them.
My imagination sort of stopped in high-school, but when I went to college, I sort of became involved with a shared world fan-fic based upon the old Nick Knight pilot (the one with Rick Springfield, not the actual show, Forever Knight). Everyone was suitably angsty to the point of Narm. I remember my vast quantities of purple prose.
Now, I'm trying to get my creativity back. It's not easy. I have a lot of good starts, but have problems with the follow-through.
=^.^= . o O (derail by HoYay)@Chelsie: That show sounds a lot better than most of the stuff on TV... I would have watched it. :P
Me and my friends played Mons-type games a lot, too! Either we made them up or used things like Digimon, and Pokemon, and even Neo Pets. Oh goodness, we had quite the Neo Pets stage...
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~MadrugadaI want to be a polygamist. By which I mean I want to live with a bunch of other male and female panromantic asexuals and we're all in love with each other and it's just a big ball of love and snuggles. Which is unrealistic, I know, but yeah. Laura and I sometimes talk about this.
edited 26th Sep '09 2:29:46 AM by Made of Meat
/feels guilty.
That kind of game is where I got so many of my story ideas. Well, I had friends with me. And we would run around the block beating each other up with swords pretending we were in the middle of a giant, planet-destroying battle... Good times.
Anyone who can't imagine a wooden sword as a real one, and a nerf gun as a laser pistol, and whatever else should pop up... Shouldn't be allowed on this website.

I feel very unimaginative now, as the only imagination game I can really remember didn't involve me playing or jumping around. I took a cardboard box and an orange crayon and drew a picture on said box and added T.V. like marks and pretended I was watching a soap opera-esque show about Kiki the coconut lady, who obviously sold coconuts. The story eventually involved espionage and intrigue, twins, time travel, back alley deals, conniving co-actors, coconut stock market crashes and the like. She was temporarally replace by Marvin the mango man who was a horrible person, had bad business sense, and couldn't act. She was of course put back on air an continued her run. I watched this show every summer break for 4 years.