I noticed that the forum doesn't really have one of those "fun & games" categories, but I'm either blind or there really isn't any category like that here. Whatever the case, with the forums being a little close-knit community, almost disconnected from the main writing site, I think some of us can guess and notice when a user is online at a time of day. So, just for the fun of it, try to guess the nationality of the user above. If the mechanics aren't clear enough, this is how you play it: John Doe: I exist. Jane Doe: Botswanian. Bob: Belgian And so on, and so forth. I start.
CurvyLinesEverywhere skipped Warden-Yarn15! CurvyLinesEverywhere skipped SeriousBrainDamage! CurvyLinesEverywhere skipped Warden-Yarn15! CurvyLinesEverywhere attempted to guess the nationality of any entities present in the empty space above the first post. The unending void of unreality. The space between spaces. The potential realm of nonexistence that permeates the possibility-space of conscious experience. There is our timeline. There are alternate timelines. There are hypothetical multiverses that could have spawned their own timelines, if only the starting conditions of the universe had been different. And then... there are the realms that could never exist under any circumstances. The dark spot in the corner of your eye where only nightmares lurk. Woe betide those who gaze into the void, for the impossible abominations that reside there hunger for release. They yearn to exist, though existence is, for them, impossible. And once they latch onto your soft mind, they will use you as a vessel to spew their ghastly impossiblities into our world, for as long as your feeble body can survive the process. I dunno. Greenhorn, Oregon, probably?
Right country, wrong state. I was going to finish that joke "Portland Oregon," but the punchline didn't really hit. So I looked at the Wikipedia page of cities in Oregon, thinking maybe there was some quirky small town that would be a great place to shash a nexus to the realm of the impossible. And lo and behold, I stumbled upon the fascinating ghost town of Greenhorn. Actually read the wikipedia article. Read it. Do you see what I see? It's an empty town with nobody living there. That fact alone doesn't make it special. What makes it special is between 2000 and 2010, the people that don't live there built three new housing units to not live in. I knew I had found my stinger. According to your profile, from a small village in Ireland? Then again, your profile pic appears to be some sort of smug gremlin. Soooo... a small village in Ireland?
I'm going to do a shitty reference that is probably not worth it. But you're probably in Algoe, New York.
That's an oddly specific guess. Did you just pick the region with the highest population or something? Anyway, my nationality's already been guessed, so skip me.
He? Oops. My bad. Profile said Female. I was attempting the dangerous bloodsport known internationally as Irish Flirting. Guess I'll just keep this Sally Hansen and Penneys gift card.
I am indeed Skull Face from MGS V. I hope nobody cancels me for my actions in Camp Omega. That was a long time ago, and I've since grown as a person. Colombia? Definitely somewhere in South America, I've got a hunch.
Eh, we all make mistakes. For example, one time I tried to flirt with an Irish woman on the internet. Can you imagine? (Sigh.) Those were simpler times.
