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[Krika]

I could run a Maid RPG game instead.

Is "Maid RPG" an actual thing that exists elsewhere, or just a concept you're suggesting where we all roleplay as maids?

It is actually a thing. See here.

[The Wild West Pyro]

I could run a Maid RPG game instead.

Is "Maid RPG" an actual thing that exists elsewhere, or just a concept you're suggesting where we all roleplay as maids?

It is actually a thing. See here.

MAIDS? Cursed Werewolf shy otaku master who is kidnapped by Undead Ninjas? Cool! I'll think about it.

[SpiritfChaos]

I'm open for tabletop RPGs of any kind.

[Anura]

Well, it's good to see some interest. Maid games are lots of silly fun, and it's been too long since I did some of that.

On another note, I was thinking of restarting my Princess Maker LP. I probably ought to get the old thread deleted first, so... how would that happen?

[Pixelmage]

[...] get the old thread deleted first, so [...]

It's almost as if you don't know us! Kinda cute, even.

Silly Anura, we don't delete threads. You could maybe ask a mod to lock it, if at all necessary, but if you want to boot up a new LP, just make a new thread. The older one will just remain as a part of the archives. Forever.

Which reminds me of my Summon Night LP which I let die. Attempts to bring it back have faded into even more emoticons as I shudder, remembering that I left off right before the twins.

[Anura]

I ask because I intend to delete all the pictures I used for it from where I'm storing them, and it would make the whole thing a mess. I could always blank my posts, but that's just... inelegant.

[Endless Sea]

I am tired and lazy and in possibly-desperate need of people to talk to rather than text to type at. T_T

[The Wild West Pyro]

So I'm starting to enjoy Shakespeare lately...

I suppose it's because of:

1. Fun gory deaths, sword fights, etc.
2. Well-developed characters.
3. The settings.

[Victin]

Look at what I have now, if you didn't at Twitter:

I still haven't thought of a name for him, so Targaryen is the placeholder.

Also yes, I have a dragon.

[IslaKariese]

I'm now suffering from this weird disconnect where I fully realize that I'm old enough to drink and have been for a week, but I have next to none of the desire or anticipation I felt about being able to. I'm not the kind of person to drink anyway, but now that I've crossed the threshold between it being legal and not, I'm just like, "...Well, where's the fun in that?"

...It's like when I badgered my mom about letting me shave my legs until she finally said I could and I was just stood there like, "Well, now I don't want to, that kinda sucks." And it does. It really does.

[Endless Sea]

The fact that you would want to drink in and of itself concerns me. Like, I don't want to stick my nose uncomfortably far into places I shouldn't be poking around in, and you've already heard this countless times already, I bet, but seriously- drinking is bad. REALLY bad. Kills your mind, kills your liver, probably kills other things I'm not thinking of.

That said... *hugs*

[Guyshane]

I'm now suffering from this weird disconnect where I fully realize that I'm old enough to drink and have been for a week, but I have next to none of the desire or anticipation I felt about being able to. I'm not the kind of person to drink anyway, but now that I've crossed the threshold between it being legal and not, I'm just like, "...Well, where's the fun in that?"

...It's like when I badgered my mom about letting me shave my legs until she finally said I could and I was just stood there like, "Well, now I don't want to, that kinda sucks." And it does. It really does.

Ehh, alcohol is like any other kind of drink. You find you like some kinds and not others and if you don't overindulge you're fine

[Anura]

The fact that you would want to drink in and of itself concerns me. Like, I don't want to stick my nose uncomfortably far into places I shouldn't be poking around in, and you've already heard this countless times already, I bet, but seriously- drinking is bad. REALLY bad. Kills your mind, kills your liver, probably kills other things I'm not thinking of.

That said... *hugs*

There is a big difference between drinking and drinking. When there's alcohol on the table, I make sure to keep track of how much I've had.

[IslaKariese]

The fact that you would want to drink in and of itself concerns me. Like, I don't want to stick my nose uncomfortably far into places I shouldn't be poking around in, and you've already heard this countless times already, I bet, but seriously- drinking is bad. REALLY bad. Kills your mind, kills your liver, probably kills other things I'm not thinking of.

That said... *hugs*

Oh, I understand that drinking's bad (or rather, excessive drinking and alcohol abuse is bad), but it's really just the principle of the thing. I mean, I'm not gonna go out on a bender just because I can, and wine at a restaurant won't make my liver explode out of spite or something. Besides, I did some sort of BMI test thing when I was in driving class, and with my weight (just barely over a hundred pounds on a good day), I'd be too drunk to legally drive with only one can of beer. Just one. That says a lot, namely that I really shouldn't be drinking.

Plus, both my mom's and my dad's sides of the family has a history of being allergic to alcohol. Yeah, that's a thing. You don't break into hives or anything (or, I don't think you do), but you're a lot more susceptible to it. Add that with my natural size, and I really shouldn't be drinking. Granted, it's not so bad that the mere smell of wine makes me tipsy, but... yeah.

So, really, my 21st birthday was more an exercise in the realization that hey, that thing I've been curious about my entire life? I can do that now. Cool. Oh, and my mom can take me to that 21+ jazz club that she's been wanting to take me to since ever. Also cool.

[Pixelmage]

Well, I can only add from my own experience. You all know I'm curious as a kitten, drinking was no different.

That's probably the only one of those "EXPERIENCE!" stories I can actually tell and actually say it's a story. So, might as well indulge in the opportunity?

Well, you see, I was always the class nerd. That goes with several expectations, such as never breaking the rules, being a nice person, never doing anything crazy and the like. So... High School total crash aside, when I finally graduated, I was already 18, that's legal majority here so it's all fine.

Skipping over the details, on the very last day of classes, we all got released earlier because... Well, what the heck are you going to do at school two days prior to your grad party after all tests have concluded and grades released? So, as all the cool kids, the sane (non-party-crazy) half of the class decided to go down to a public square to hang out and enjoy our last day in the same arbitrary group.

Once we got there, unsurprisingly, we sat down and stared at each other asking ourselves "now what?". One of the more outgoing people, dropped the "Well, let's drink something!". There was a bit of a beat, when everyone started to think about it, but it didn't quite last for a whole beat, because yours truly, the very Pixel here had left his brain unattended for that fraction of a second, so I just replied, "You know what, let's do it."

Now that made everyone pause to perform a reality check.

We went out and got a bottle of Vodka and some soda to mix it with and started drinking and chatting. Now, I'm the nerd. There's no way I could just be that irresponsible and decide to drink on a whim, right? Absolutely right.

In between deciding to drink and actually starting to drink, I made several arrangements: One, got one of my trusted and responsible friends who was with his father's car and was not going to drink to agree to take me home (we lived near each other's place anyway) whenever he decided to leave. Two, I called my mom and told her I intended to both drink and have no exact idea of when I'd go home, but also that I had already established clear and safe means to do so.

Yes, I literally called my mom to warn her I'd get wasted just to see what it was like. You can try to restrain your laughter now.

Anyway, this was sometime around 8 P.M. And things went well, idle chatter, alcohol, more drinks. The priceless faces of pretty much everyone who never once imagined that they would see me do something that drew out even so much as a disapproving frown... And then it happened.

Know the other half of the class? The party people? Turns out they couldn't find a party, so they stumbled upon us in the same square. They were already drinking, anyway, with their own bottle of vodka on hands. And they halted at the edge staring at our bottle and particularly at me, while the watched me pour down some and drink it. Their face was priceless.

That was about 10 P.M. Wanna know what happens next?

You'd have to hunt down one of my classmates because I have absolutely no clue. I, reportedly, was delivered home by my responsible driver friend at 1 A.M. That 3 hour gap? Blank. Gone. I have never even had the slightest flashes of memory of that time. After the 10 P.M. mark, the next thing I remember was waking up in the living room in shorts. My head was pounding and my stomach had started it's own revolution for independence, the only reason I wasn't throwing up was because, turns out, I had already thrown up everything available for hurling overnight, that being the reason I wasn't in my room, having pretty much made it impossible to stay in.

I felt seriously ill for 3 days afterward. Took me about a week to stop feeling like my stomach was interrogating any and all new arrivals for alcoholic contraband, and good god, just thinking of vodka gives me shudders. There's absolutely no way that amount of sickness is worth the very fleeting surge of euphoria.

So, I drank. I really did it. For science. I wanted to know what the fuss was all about and I did learn it firsthand. But once was enough, seriously.

Now, I'm not saying that I must experience things firsthand myself, as that would logically point to drugs and self-harm and all that bad stuff, but in the context of alcohol, it wasn't as if I was putting my life at risk; rather, I was willing to risk a hangover in order to know the feeling of being drunk. And did I ever get a hangover. Once was definitely enough.

[narrativedilettante]

I didn't buy/drink any alcohol on my 21st birthday. The first time I ordered an alcoholic beverage was a few months later, when my friend had HER 21st birthday and a few people went out for drinks. There were, I think, five of us, and we all ordered one drink, and I only had a couple of sips because I can't stand the taste of alcohol.

A year or two later I ordered a different drink, and it turns out I really liked it, but I still only drank a few sips because it was INCREDIBLY SPICY. Neither time did I drink enough to be impaired, and both times I drove myself home. If I had been intoxicated, I could have called my parents to get me, and they probably would have been relieved that I was doing something that NORMAL kids do.

By the way, those DMV charts showing how long you have to wait after drinking before you can drive? When I checked (which was when I was 17 and weighed less than I do now so I'm probably in a different bracket at this point) I was so small that, according to the chart, if I had one drink, I would never be legally sober again.

[Qara-Xuan Zenith]

When I turned 19 (drinking age in most of Canada), I was actually out of town, in a place where drinking age was 18. I had not been taking advantage of that, and I continued to ignore that I was drinking age.

When I turned 21, I was actually in the US. I failed to make a point of drinking, but I did accompany a friend while she bought a bottle of wine to bring as a host gift. The guy at the wine store demanded to see my ID, even though I was not purchasing anything. I thought that was strange, but I showed him my drivers' license. He demanded to see my passport, because apparently he didn't know what an Ontario drivers' license was (he even said "If you had a valid drivers' license, I wouldn't need to ask, but..." and I was like "This IS a valid drivers license!" but he insisted on seeing my passport). I thought this was even stranger, but I showed him my passport. Then he let my friend buy her wine.

[Anura]

Probably because buying alcohol for minors is just as illegal as selling to them directly. At least it is over here; I don't know about the US.

Seriously though, 21? What's the enlisting age? It's always bugged me that you can be legally considered mature enough to fight and risk dying for your country, while still not being mature enough to drink responsibly.

[IslaKariese]

Probably because buying alcohol for minors is just as illegal as selling to them directly. At least it is over here; I don't know about the US.

Seriously though, 21? What's the enlisting age? It's always bugged me that you can be legally considered mature enough to fight and risk dying for your country, while still not being mature enough to drink responsibly.

That's an issue for a lot of people, actually...

[Qara-Xuan Zenith]

Probably because buying alcohol for minors is just as illegal as selling to them directly. At least it is over here; I don't know about the US.

Maybe in a bar; pretty sure in a wine store you can buy for whatever purpose you want, so long as you're of age. After all, it's legal to buy alcohol and take it home and serve it to guests of any age.

I think part of what makes it so funny for me is when I was 18 or something (i.e. under drinking age), I accompanied my sister to the wine store to buy a bottle of wine for our parents-- complete with giggling and comments like "we should hide it in the trunk and sneak it to the house when Mum and Dad aren't looking" (because it was a surprise gift), and no one asked EITHER of us for ID.

[IslaKariese]

Technically, it's the law to ask for ID regarding alcohol regardless of how old you look, but stores tend to only ask if you look under 30 or so. They can only refuse to sell if you're underage or you've given them just cause to think that you're buying for a minor. To not ask for ID is negligent, but who knows - I'm sure there are cases where the cashier knows the recipient well enough not to need to ask for it, or something? All I know is that I'm gonna be carded til I'm 40 since I have never looked my age. Never.

[Endless Sea]

I personally don't think there is an age at which you can drink responsibly. Suffice it to say I've always been a cynical little fart with little to no faith in humanity as a whole.

[JRPictures]

I honestly just think that not drinking alcohol is always the best option. Hell that's what I'm doing and I don't give a damn when people request me to try it.

I care for my health, thank you very much.

[Guyshane]

Look there are two extremes to any argument. Now no one is treating alcohol like it doesn't have consequences to go along with it. And while I can respect those of you with no desire to touch alcohol and preserve your health can you please stop treating it like the boogieman? Its just booze.

[eli_gone_crazy]

Alcohol is like guns. Or driving a car. Or owning a house. It comes with responsibility, and those that aren't responsible enough should avoid taking a drug to loosen inhibitions. The drug itself isn't the problem, but rather people's reaction to it.

So, I agree with Shane. If a person knowingly chooses to drink, they accept that responsibility, regardless of age or the absorption rate of the alcohol in their system. There is only a problem, then, when those responsibilities are neglected.

Alcohol is what you make of it. You are personally responsible for yourself and the decisions YOU make, including drinks.