Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150622044553/@comment-24652012-20150719222638

Somwhere in a unknown location the scene shows Lord of the Stars onscreen with a Aquamaranear. (For those of you who are new or havn't posted in 6 months calling them Aquamaranear is the equivalent of calling a human earthling calling them siren is the equivalent of calling me jackal and no one knows what they call their own race because we can't possibly pronounce it.)

Lord of the Stars: "Help me please, I know you are one of the wisest races in the galaxy, I need advice, my stress is at a boiling point, I am worried about the control of my actions."

The siren: "Ah, I understand well what it is like to be stressed by others, for example *1rst and second eye lids close over eyes bares teeth and roars* Did you sireosly post pictures of our reproductive anatomy on our profile page on this forum? I'm going to %##%$^& kill you!" he shouts.

Lord of the Stars: *quills turn snow white, mouth gapes, backs up slowly*

the siren: "My the gods! I am so sorry, I swear that's just 500 years of stress coming out, I would never do such a thing....."

Lord of the Stars: "You once said, never ask advice from someone in the same condition."

The siren: "Good answer, don't worry, the tourists will leave my planet soon, and I will have my vacation."

Lord of the Stars: "Hey, that's what is stressing me to, are we on the high scool graduation party of some post war or something?"

The siren: "Please, ponder your own qeastion before asking, its not helping. Is this all you need?"

Lord of the Stars: "Your free to go, they might trace this call and find me anyway."

The siren: "What are you talking about? and why do you have that rum that gun and a knife to your arm?"

Lord of the Stars: "Weal I am still terrified from last post I was in, its the human mating season."

The siren: "You %#^&#@ hipacrate." *screen goes blank."