KiwiReaper

!!!Please Read!!!
          
          I'm sorry to say that this account likely won't ever be active again. I sort of lost my connection with this account, despute having been here for already a few years. I'm thinking about this still, but within this next week, I might just delete this account. It was a good few years, but I think I'm done here. 
          
          If I ever come back, it might be to just publish books, and no roleplays. 
          
          Thank you everybody who has been there with me since the beginning and those who came alone the way!!

I want to legit make a language (for a story) where it's pretty much a bastard child of Spanish, French, and maybe Italian.

Story Setting Idea:
          
          Earth has been overthrown by aliens. These aliens have polluted our air to make a suitable environment for them and a deadly one for us. However, some humans can tolerate the new living conditions. Those who can, fight on the ground.
          
          Everyone else is typically thrown in underground shelters: a hundred or so floors each. The lower you are stationed, the less time you can spend on the ground. No one lives osn floors 90-99 as those are supply floors. Far from pollution, safe for everyone to eat, and protecting those at floor 100. Floor 100 contains the ruler of the bunker and everyone who could barely live any higher up. 
          
          People don't hold special occasions or funerals. Special occassions aren't allowed as they often call for a surplus of food. Funerals could be minor, but not many people want to see their stripped love one get placed on an elavator shaft with other dead people. They don't like seeing the corpse get sent up for aliens to feast one.
          
          Also, crime is barely allowed, they punish harshly. If you break a minor law, you get stripped of half your portions for a respectable timeframe. If you commit a large crime, you get placed on the shaft, with corpses or not, and are raised up. That is, if you're older than 16. Anyone younger gets placed into a conditionary schooling and are disciplined harshly.

Yesterday, my dog was hurt from her back left leg, right? She was like that for the entire day until the night. That was when her leg was suddenly fine, but oh! If she wasn't fighting us, her leg was hurting.
          
          Today, she woke up all fine and was playing and walking and such. But a few minutes ago, I tapped at her foot to remind her about yesterday and as my mom and I are talking about how she might fake her injury like my great grandma would do.
          
          All of a sudden, my dog lifted up the leg she injured yesterday and pretended to limp. Then she got all mad when we laughed at her and she stopped.

My cat needs to have a surgery for a tumor, but my family doesn't have enough money to do it. We started a fundraiser in hopes of getting money. If you can't donate to this GoFundMe, please share this link with others.
          
          https://www.gofundme.com/35pxk-angel039s-surgery

"Lazy"
          A Conversation With My Mom:
          ~Me: -Is told to walk a long walk because I need it and mom already did the first run, but heavily disagrees with the matter-
          ~Mom:"Damn, lazyåss!"
          ~Me: -Grunts-
          ~Mom: "You lazier than your momma! By your age, I got lazy. I just wasn't lazy."
          ~Me: "I've been lazy since the womb, ma."
          ~Mom: "I- True that! Can't argue with that. You won this one."

Thank you for the follow!

Oml! I cut my hair today. It's really short now. New experiences, right? Showering, quite odd, but quickly adjusted to. Sleeping, though? Oml, my hair is long enough to put into a stubby ponytail, but the rest of it won't fit in cuz of the new do. To sleep comfortably, I have settled on a partial ponytail (half of my head of hair is in it) and hair clip to sleep comfortably. I love it though.

Anyone want to roleplay?

It's my birthday~
          
          Ack, I'm happy!