My first experience with chatting it up online was with an email penpal, with no chance of editing or correcting myself once the message is sent, so it seems from that point on I would always tend to talk in long ass sentences and send long ass messages.
It's bothersome when I'm on a chat program and I feel the urge to type an entire paragraph before hitting enter. I have to push myself to be concise and to the point.
the closest thing to quirk I've ever had not on purpose is never starting with a capital but any other time afterwards that requires it will be. I also tend to put actions and emotions in :colons: because of all the time I spend on dA.
Skipping words and forgetting plurals because I'm always thinking of my sentences in my head as I type them resulting in me assuming I've typed a word that I've actually missed because I was thinking faster than typing.
sometimes i forget i'm on caps after a game or something and i just suddenly start screaming at the end of the sentence but can you imagine that in a conversation i mean really. "hey my name's ASHLEY WHATS YOURS?" yeah ok, not that big a deal.
well, even Before homestuck l would type a lowercase "L" instead of an uppercase I due to laziness, and would often Capitalize random words in sentences where they really weren't needed.
I will Over Capitalize for Emphasis. Not Too Often, but When I Get Into a Habit of it, It is Difficult to Stop.
Identifying myself with Candy corns!And now for my dramtic coming out that does not matter because nobody reads signatures! Have you any interest at all in TvTropes? Click on this thing and several of your wildest dreams will come true.
I got fed up with the spoiler dungeon in my previous signature. It was confusing and I did not like it. The basics boil down to this: The guy in my avatar is some variation on the work of stock photographer Gilles DeCruyenaere, probably edited insanely by a person who is super awesome. There is a fifty percent chance that that person is Ash, but sometimes other people get in on it too. AVATAR BY NIMZ WHO IS AMAZING
Also I made a tumblr because I hate myself. And now these days you will find me mostly on the tumbr. I do love you much forums. We had a good go of it. But tumblr fits a person with my attention span so much better. I still check here often, but I do not post as much. Fell free to contact me where ever, and if unsure, assume I love you.
well when not on a forum, i don't capitalize or punctuate anything
i just use line breaks to avoid confusion
but i still use commas and apostrophes, as well as proper spelling
Although, I've noticed that I tend to spam the :U face when not careful. :U:U:U:U:U:U:U:U:U:U
If I'm trying to get a lot of information into a post, my sentences get kind of long and rambly; I also use a lot of "hedge" phrases so as to avoid being/seeming wrong (and I have this problem with parenthetical statements...). Sometimes I just make up words to mean what I want instead of actually finding the word.
Okay, let me explain this using Homestuck. The single-prototyped B1 session battlefield was just a simple grid, a two-dimensional game that could never develop further than its own simple set of rules. The first MS Paint Adventure was Jailbreak, a short, simple forum game made just for fun. It never grew too complex, and it was never more than a game. The second battlefield was more complex; it had multiple dimensions, meaning pieces could move in different ways all at once. Bardquest, the second MS Paint Adventure, utilized its medium better, taking the form of a more complex game with many different paths to take, as well as the risk of winning or losing based on such paths. The third battlefield was an actual planet covered in living beings who interacted in ways that were never before possible. It was truly a world of its own, not just a game. The third MS Paint Adventure was Problem Sleuth. Problem Sleuth was no longer just a game, but a story. Said story utilized game elements, but also parodied them and gave the readers deeper levels of thought, with real characters that could be sympathized with, who were forced to partake in a chaotic world dominated by games. The fourth battlefield went even further beyond this; not only was it a complex world covered in living creatures, but the base of this world was surrounded by a complex web of paths, all linked but never linear, suggesting a greater purpose than just being a set of tube-shaped roads. The fourth and final MS Paint Adventure was and is Homestuck, as we all know. Homestuck, though it started out as an interactive story, is now a massive epic too complex to be controlled by the general populace. In Homestuck, games are no longer a medium or a point of parody, but a theme. The theme of games runs through every element of Homestuck, including a game of chess played by two warring parties, a race of aliens who hide and play their cards strategically, hoping to get what they want out of their transactions whether other players receive benefit or harm, a girl who cheats at each roll of the dice because winning is more important than playing, and a manipulative mastermind who sends his servant to set many chains of events in motion for his benefit, though he never truly interacts with the pieces in play. In Homestuck, games play the characters more than the characters play their games. Everything, every plot point and underlying theme is no longer just a random shot in the dark. It is now connected with every other plot point and theme, like a tangled web, irons and mixed metaphors still in the fire, preparing for the final purpose. MSPA is no longer a set of games anymore, it's a set of stories. But now it's as complex and developed as it will ever get, and must serve it's final purpose: Making a frog-universe. That frog-universe probably represents fame, entertainment and enough money for Hussie to make a living or something. So now it's time for the frog-universe to spawn a new session, a session which represents a new cartoon or something that everyone would totally watch. So you see, Homestuck being the last work of its kind is crucial for frog-breeding. If there's another one, the frog will get cancer and you will fail biology class.
It's almost 2 AM, I can't be blamed for what I type on the internet at this hour.
Originally Posted by Lord Zorgatron
Originally Posted by killerlamb
trying to convince someone to read homestuck is a lot like what tv tells me trying to trick someone into sex is like
See, here's your problem kL. You can't slip roofies into someone's drink and then expect them to delve into a complex work of fiction. It just doesn't work like that!
Originally Posted by Drillgorg
Yeah... Mr. Egbert doesn't have any rage problems. But he also doesn't have a face. He could be raging all the time and we wouldn't even know it.
Originally Posted by PumpkinMan
Originally Posted by Mustavus
I assume it's sort of like those ankle weights people use for walking/jogging. It may make it hard to breathe now, but when they take the collars off man, stand back so you won't get sucked in.
They take this stuff seriously.
Spoilers: Kingship is given to whoever can yell the loudest. As a result, royalty wear tight collars so, when released, they can pull in enough air to release an earshattering bellow. Ephriam and Lyon are the latest in a long line of epic-level yellers. The final battle is them screaming at each other. The collateral damage will be enormous.
Originally Posted by ArmsAreLoud
I was under the impression that Skaia uses the horrorterrors' living space to put its Genesis Frogs.
Since the horrorterrors live in an infinite void you'd think this wouldn't be a big deal but apparently eldritch abominations are really stingy with their property.
Originally Posted by liquidMountain
This goes back to my graph.
Everyone: THAT graph?
Me:Yes, THAT graph.
Originally Posted by kaoticAntagonist
Originally Posted by The Mather1
Hippie Dualscar, scholar Highblood, juggernaut Darkleer and bad influence Dolorosa. Sounds like fun.
Originally Posted by mysteriousOutsider
Originally Posted by NeoPhantom
Dave is currently being ironic by being provocatively possessive of both Karkat and Terezi just to fuck Karkat.
I tend to overuse this face , And then if it's in the middle of a sentence or not at the end of a paragraph then I get confused about where I should put the period or comma or whatever.
For a couple months last year I was in the habit of always golf-clapping instead of normal clapping.
i almost never type with proper capitalization and punctuation except commas, and i have a tendancy to forget to hit the space bar and make semi-frewuet typos
Luckily I only type like that in Pesterchum or when I'm trying to make sure people don't take me seriously.
I sometimes type things the way I think them, which makes for me to be difficult to understand if I don't watch out for it.
For example, recently I typed "What do you do for the club?", and the other person confusingly responded "Uhhh I'm just a member..". I was probably thinking "What do you do? For the club that is... like, what does the club do?".
I type in caps when I'm being sarcastic or just generally stupid, and no caps or punctuation when I'm depressed. I also have a tendency towards correct grammar even when its not really necessary, and tend to end sentences I'm not sure about with a question mark I guess?
A while ago I had a habit of using semicolons a lot; even in places where it should really be a comma- and also to use hyphens. This has gradually developed into using all kinds of punctuation. Since reading Homestuck I've noticed my quirk is somewhere between Rose's and Jade's: Perfect spelling, grammar and syntax, frequent long-windedness, and a tendency to use exclamation marks for emphasis! Also I refuse to use any abbreviations or smilies, like to use italics for emphasis, and use a mixture of British and American spellings.
Edit. Ok, almost perfect syntax. (Ok is not an abbreviation because you say that in real life, and no one knows what it stands for!)
Last edited by Maltor Drey; 08-30-2012 at 08:09 AM.
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To B, or not to B--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mechas
Or to take arms against a sea of Stelens
And by opposing, failing. To fail, to die--
No end--and by a fail, we mean we end
His moustache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh to hair is. 'Tis a consummation
devoured at a whim. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the Derse,
For in that sleep of Derse what horror comes
When we have shuffled off this beta-self,
Must give rebirth. There's the ascent
That makes calamity an elong. life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's stabs, the Prospitan's crown'd glow
The pangs of caliginous love, kis-missed,
The insolence of agents, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' low pawn takes,
When she herself might her end zone meet
With a regisword? Who would vagrants bear,
To blink and sweat under an endless sun,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered bubbles, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles that kill,
And makes us rather bear sudoku cubes
Than fly to those doors that we know not of?
Thus par'dox does make exiles of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the low caste distraught,
And enterprise of great pitch and oil slick
With this regard air currents turn awry
And lose the name of den'zen. -- Soft you now,
The fair miss Cyanide! -- Nymph, in thy dress
Be all my scars dismembered.
Originally Posted by EnigmaticTart
Actually, Hussie is running this, he just doesn't want anyone to know. He actually created every account in this thread and is going back and forth making it seem like multiple people throwing this thing together, but in the end he's going to publish the musical and it's going to be such a hit that everyone flocks to this thread but surprise, everyone's the hussie.
I'm the hussie.
You're the hussie.
We're all the hussie.
Originally Posted by Dirk
TT: The upper echelons of irony should always include measures of sincerity. And if the satirical practice is executed faithfully it will achieve something bona fide in its own right regardless.
TT: Through an intense commitment bordering on religious devotion to the absolutely inane, absurd, or plain fucking stupid, a very different kind of sincerity begins to materialize. One of reverence to the ridiculous. You begin to "mean it," but what exactly it is you mean is never quite what appears on the surface, and is utterly inaccessible to obtuse and literal minds. That you "mean it" then becomes inseparable from the joke, and additional rich strata of humor may be stripped aggressively from this irreconcilable truth.
SBaHAJ: The Muesicall
Originally Posted by autoglassmasterclass
And here's a SBaHJ rap. fell down the stairs, wuonnded my nee
AHAHAHA omfg
just how high do you have to be
to see
in my dream im the star, its ME
nothin but net, its like ahlly'yooze
LAUGHED when he shok, like a bowl full of booz
the sock distaction was a ruse?
you just gotta know what ANGEL to use.....
i put JELLY........... on this hot god today
ohhhh kaaaaaay.......
youget the new hot game that everones buzzing about these day
who would even make these conksuck boots anyway
brah time to get my game on no what i say
Originally Posted by TheLastBanana
Now this is a story all about how
My nancho party got flipped, turned upside-down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how my nanchos got suspended in mid-air
Through the recipe zone I had grazed
At least enough to enter, I was brave
Chillin' out, bein' a useless piece of shit and all
Makin' some nanchos 'cause that's what I do
When fuckin dumpass tripped me up by the foot
Sent my nachos grande flyin' faster than they should
I said "shit bro you got me really damn scared
shit now look Einstein, they're falling through the air."
Jeff said "Who were you expectin', the easter bunn-ay?"
I couldn't say anything else but "Oh kayyyy"
And then he's he's starin' at the nanchos and his eye contact, he won't break it
I said "a picture would last longer, you might as well take it"
So the shutter goes off with a beveled blue "SNAP"
And sure enough, the picture did last
He said "Ahahahahaha he was right
this shit's lasting forever all right"
Then he noticed that the bathroom was near
Decided that was where he should park his rear
Bathroom trips that long are rare
So I shouted "You done with the nachons in there?"
I banged on the door until seven or eight
And yelled "JEGUS FUCK" with rage and hate
When finally from the bathrom
Jeff started actin' fair
He slid the nachos back to me 'neath the door to his lair
Originally Posted by Nopad
A Bro who went by handle "Sweet"
Concerned himself with games to play.
As such, he did not watch his feet
And started falling straightaway.
If only he had placed his cares
In those who loved him. No such thing:
For Jeff had warned about the stairs,
But Bro ignored. It kept happening.
The stairs! The endless stairs! Why had
He never listened t'what was told?
His list of faults would always add.
If only he were not so bold.
Because Jeff's warnings went unheeded,
Bro mistakes always repeated.
MY SBURB TITLES
Classes which have been applied to me: Mage, Seer, Knight, Sylph.
Aspects which have been applied to me:Time, Doom, Heart, Space, Plot.
Netherlands; Land of Illusion and Electra. Yes qotm & cw on hiatus.
Pronouns
he/him/his
Posts
813
Re: RL Quirks
This is really true:
foR a whilE I actuallY talkeD likE thiS iN foruM postS.
And I forgot about Homestuck at that point (Basically, I read the first fifty pages, lost interest, and returned to it earlier this year. The time in between? We're talking about years here.)
I prefer obsolete operating systems over Windows Vista.
...
But then again, I prefer anything over Vista.
Video Games You Wish Existed:
Originally Posted by Tirgo
HOMESTUCK: THE VIDEO- wait shit.
Result of the Homestuck Title and Land tests
This suits me pretty well, but it's not the stuff I fancy using, so don't be too confused if I use other stuff.
I am the SEER OF VOID and I live in the LAND OF PLAINS AND WIND. (LOPAW)
Also, I'm incredibly awesome. Not that that's related to the test in any way, just saying.
Oh, and I just realised that I've been using quirks for my characters for years before reading Homestuck, including one guy who would Capitalise Words rather randomly to Give Them Emphasis. Another girl would italicise practically every other word, whether that made sense or not.
Oh, and I talk in the same way I type.
You know what else uses quirks? Discworld.
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The rest of my stuff is below the spoiler. Check it out sometime!
To B, or not to B--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mechas
Or to take arms against a sea of Stelens
And by opposing, failing. To fail, to die--
No end--and by a fail, we mean we end
His moustache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh to hair is. 'Tis a consummation
devoured at a whim. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the Derse,
For in that sleep of Derse what horror comes
When we have shuffled off this beta-self,
Must give rebirth. There's the ascent
That makes calamity an elong. life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's stabs, the Prospitan's crown'd glow
The pangs of caliginous love, kis-missed,
The insolence of agents, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' low pawn takes,
When she herself might her end zone meet
With a regisword? Who would vagrants bear,
To blink and sweat under an endless sun,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered bubbles, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles that kill,
And makes us rather bear sudoku cubes
Than fly to those doors that we know not of?
Thus par'dox does make exiles of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the low caste distraught,
And enterprise of great pitch and oil slick
With this regard air currents turn awry
And lose the name of den'zen. -- Soft you now,
The fair miss Cyanide! -- Nymph, in thy dress
Be all my scars dismembered.
Originally Posted by EnigmaticTart
Actually, Hussie is running this, he just doesn't want anyone to know. He actually created every account in this thread and is going back and forth making it seem like multiple people throwing this thing together, but in the end he's going to publish the musical and it's going to be such a hit that everyone flocks to this thread but surprise, everyone's the hussie.
I'm the hussie.
You're the hussie.
We're all the hussie.
Originally Posted by Dirk
TT: The upper echelons of irony should always include measures of sincerity. And if the satirical practice is executed faithfully it will achieve something bona fide in its own right regardless.
TT: Through an intense commitment bordering on religious devotion to the absolutely inane, absurd, or plain fucking stupid, a very different kind of sincerity begins to materialize. One of reverence to the ridiculous. You begin to "mean it," but what exactly it is you mean is never quite what appears on the surface, and is utterly inaccessible to obtuse and literal minds. That you "mean it" then becomes inseparable from the joke, and additional rich strata of humor may be stripped aggressively from this irreconcilable truth.
SBaHAJ: The Muesicall
Originally Posted by autoglassmasterclass
And here's a SBaHJ rap. fell down the stairs, wuonnded my nee
AHAHAHA omfg
just how high do you have to be
to see
in my dream im the star, its ME
nothin but net, its like ahlly'yooze
LAUGHED when he shok, like a bowl full of booz
the sock distaction was a ruse?
you just gotta know what ANGEL to use.....
i put JELLY........... on this hot god today
ohhhh kaaaaaay.......
youget the new hot game that everones buzzing about these day
who would even make these conksuck boots anyway
brah time to get my game on no what i say
Originally Posted by TheLastBanana
Now this is a story all about how
My nancho party got flipped, turned upside-down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how my nanchos got suspended in mid-air
Through the recipe zone I had grazed
At least enough to enter, I was brave
Chillin' out, bein' a useless piece of shit and all
Makin' some nanchos 'cause that's what I do
When fuckin dumpass tripped me up by the foot
Sent my nachos grande flyin' faster than they should
I said "shit bro you got me really damn scared
shit now look Einstein, they're falling through the air."
Jeff said "Who were you expectin', the easter bunn-ay?"
I couldn't say anything else but "Oh kayyyy"
And then he's he's starin' at the nanchos and his eye contact, he won't break it
I said "a picture would last longer, you might as well take it"
So the shutter goes off with a beveled blue "SNAP"
And sure enough, the picture did last
He said "Ahahahahaha he was right
this shit's lasting forever all right"
Then he noticed that the bathroom was near
Decided that was where he should park his rear
Bathroom trips that long are rare
So I shouted "You done with the nachons in there?"
I banged on the door until seven or eight
And yelled "JEGUS FUCK" with rage and hate
When finally from the bathrom
Jeff started actin' fair
He slid the nachos back to me 'neath the door to his lair
Originally Posted by Nopad
A Bro who went by handle "Sweet"
Concerned himself with games to play.
As such, he did not watch his feet
And started falling straightaway.
If only he had placed his cares
In those who loved him. No such thing:
For Jeff had warned about the stairs,
But Bro ignored. It kept happening.
The stairs! The endless stairs! Why had
He never listened t'what was told?
His list of faults would always add.
If only he were not so bold.
Because Jeff's warnings went unheeded,
Bro mistakes always repeated.
MY SBURB TITLES
Classes which have been applied to me: Mage, Seer, Knight, Sylph.
Aspects which have been applied to me:Time, Doom, Heart, Space, Plot.
I tend to seperate emoticons for example, = ). Or : P Just because I hate actual emoticons so eventually I fell into habit of doing this. I also tend to use '...' A lot as well as 'stutter'
I use the 'XD' face way too much, and sometimes I exaggerate on lettersssss.
I use ":P" far too often to make sure funny or sardonic remarks are interpreted as such. Like someone above, on chat I quite often use choppy syntax as well, because I dislike seeing a giant paragraph suddenly appear on my screen. I prefer seeing someone tell a story line by line, so I do the same.
My most famous quirk is the four-dot ellipsis (like "...."), just because three dots doesn't feel long enough. Especially when Word condenses them.
I do not use contractions in words when I speak or type for the most part, unless getting my point across without doing so would be difficult (for example, "Isn't that awesome" and "Is that not awesome" are often taken different ways)
Homestuck troll quirks were based off real (and rather annoying, lol) people. Hmm. I don't know anybody who actually uses them, though, since I probably wouldn't be friends long with anyone who typed like a troll.
Chumhandle: artlessDelirium Feel free to pester me, both IC and OOC.
Fantroll info below!
Long version!
Your name is JANNUS MEILON, and you are 7 SWEEPS OLD.
You really enjoy READING BOOKS, especially books about ADVENTURE and GUIDES ON ALTERNIAN FAUNA. You spend much of your time squirreled away in your hive doing so. When you aren't cooped up in your hive, you are usually OUT ADVENTURING or HUNTING. You rarely kill your catches though, instead you STICK THEM IN CAGES. Your hive is FULL OF CAGED BEASTS, it's like a zoo there are so many goddamn cages up in here. It's a good thing you have SO MUCH SPACE. You don't just leave them there though, you TAKE GOOD CARE OF THEM and raise them and all that. It is pretty much your MOST FAVORITE THING TO DO, EVER. Sometimes you KILL AND EAT THEM, too, but that's just life.
Your blood is a lovely TEAL BLUE, though you wish it was JADE, because jade is undoubtedly your most favorite color ever! Oh, and you're a bit of a FREAK. Sometimes you can HEAR THE THOUGHTS OF OTHERS, and they are VERY LOUD. SO LOUD IT HURTS. You can't even FOCUS ON THEM, and you are pretty sure it is the WORST ABILITY, EVER. All it does is make it so you CAN'T STAND BEING AROUND OTHER TROLLS! And so, you put your hive in the middle of a forest, where there are NO OTHER TROLLS. Unsuprisingly, you have VERY LITTLE SOCIAL CONTACT, and VERY POOR SOCIAL SKILLS. You pretty much GET ALL YOUR INFORMATION FROM BOOKS, leaving you rather NAIVE and more than a little QUIXOTIC.
You aren't sure what you want to be when you grow up. You could comfortably continue CAPTURING and TAMING BEASTS, but deep within your heart, you really want to step it up and move onto CAPTURING YOUR FELLOW TROLLS. But it is undoubtedly a DANGEROUS TRADE, and you don't even know WHERE TO START. Honestly, you're not even sure it's even A THING anymore. It's in a lot of your books, though!
Your weapons of choice are BATONS, usually ELECTRIFIED. You wish you could weaponize your HORNS, but you don't have the right kind for that, which makes you REALLY SAD. You really have A THING for horns. Nubby ones, pointed ones, sharp ones, all of them.
ALL THE HORNS.
Your lusus is a MONSTROUS LION DOG, and you LOVE HER TO BITS. She has ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR YOU. You always adventure with her, either by her side or on her back. She was the one who taught you how to hunt, and she is the one who fetches you most of your books and whatever else you require. In exchange, she needs plenty of FRESH MEAT, which you have to provide, or else she eats through most of your menagerie. Which definitely isn't a thing that has happened several times before, NO WAY.
Your trolltag is artlessDelirium, and you tend to speak rather bluntlYᵒ.
Short version!
Name: Jannus Meilon trollTag: artlessDelirium Quirk: y is always represented as ƴᵒ, o is ᵒ, no contractions, no periods. Caste: Tealblood Symbol: It doesn't mean anything, but is the source of your text quirk. Sylladex: Egg. Captchaloguing itself is really easy, your inventory may as well be endless. The resulting card has a TIME listed on it. When you attempt to retrieve an item, an EGG of random size and color is created, which will hatch and reveal the item after enough time has passed. If the egg is broken, the item remains captchalogued and you have to get another egg and wait ALL OVER AGAIN. Your hive is littered with BROKEN EGGSHELLS. Goddamn you HATE this thing, some of your stuff has been stuck in there since you were a wiggler! Strife Specibus: BatonKind (think police batons, not the twirly kind)