《 Roleplay Book 》

【Long time, old friends...】

The man let out a gruff groan of annoyance. His shaggy thick brows were knitted and a deep vertical line creased into his face just between them. Tord smoothed out his uniform and grimaced slightly at his mirror. His body was still okay, but he had gained a small amount of weight over the past two years he missed. He also gained a little stubble. It complimented the light bags just below his deep brown eyes. It made him look slightly more attractive, but it didn't help that his uniform felt like it were to pop a button or two. He ran his hands through his slightly oily hair with a look of disappointment. He hadn't been caring much for himself. He felt powerless, as if he had no meaning; no reason to exist. His thoughts occasionally wandered back to anarchy. After all, he had fallen off of the face of the earth for quite a while. He let himself go. He only tried on the uniform for it was his last frayed string of hope at feeling powerful. He fell back into the hopeless pit he agonized long ago.

Tord had grown weak and he sure felt it.

He glared at his reflection, keeping his eyes glued to it as he reached over absentmindedly to the small table beside the mirror. He plucked a cigar from a small box, rummaged a matchbox from his old, slightly torn uniformed pocket, and struck a match. He held a hand over the cigar as he lit it and drew in a long breath. Smoke spiraled up and the relieving, spunky smell of his favorite brand hit his nose with slight nostalgia. He looked back at his mirror. He was still recognizable, but not the same leader he was. He was nothing of it. He missed it. After Pau and Pat had retired and lived their lives on a condo somewhere in America, Tord lost all hope at rebuilding old times. He had missed his chance at a successful life. He felt that he had nothing. He was lost.

// Hi. It's been sooo long. I'm sorry for everything. From inactivity, to false promises on chapters of my books, to just leaving you guys in the dust to grow up without me. I know most of you weren't close to me, but I genuinely cared for each and every one of you readers and roleplayers. I'm grown up now, but I still have a strong interest for role playing. Age will never get in the way of this. I can't help but to feel awful. I've abandoned most people who talked to me on here. Most who cared for me, who watched for my updates, who read up on my chapters of books, who would even message me at the middle of the damn night just to engage in roleplay with me. I've let you down. I've been too focused on my actual life to come back here and care about all of yours. No ones going to read this anyway, you're all gone, inactive, or in completely different fandoms now. All I hope is to make it up to all of you wonderful people.

I'm pretty sure my buddy. Or well. Since I've finally made up my mind. My girlfriend, EddLovesTord , is currently on a vacation as of now. I'm sure she'll be happy to see this when she gets back. I've thought long and hard about the decision, I just hope I'm good enough for her. I'm a little rusty on this. She's only been gone for a day and I already miss her. I've been really bored and disappointed with myself lately, I've been thinking about this place, about all the amazing people I've met, how much I've missed it. And to think about it, I've been selfish to you all. So I'm making this promise now. A genuine swear. I'm really coming back. And I'm staying.

It's time to pick up my community where I left off. How 'bout it boys?