Hey people :) I was just wondering, what kind of people play this game.. Thanks!

im a 14 year old from australia, about to start year 10 at the ASMS. Good luck getting people to tell you where they live exactly though.

I live in thomas' backyard, shhh don't tell.

He's my little gollum, yess my preciousss he isses.

:3

Weird that we haven't met, I live there too.

no I've seen you about, you just don't see me :3

ima college student, bad at acedemics, though that is probably because i am a little lazy :P

I was born and raised in West London, and I spent most of my time on the playground playing basketball. Then one day, I got into a little fight with a couple of guys who were up to no good, and always causing trouble on the estate, and my mum got scared and told me I had to go and live with my Auntie and Uncle in Bristol.

I pleaded and begged, but she wouldn't have it, so she packed up my suitcase and sent me off, she gave me a kiss as I left and put the ticket for the train in my hand so I put on my MP3 player and thought I might as well just get on with it.

I traveled first class, and they served my orange juice in a champagne glass which was pretty cool, and I thought that if that's how people in Bristol live, then it must be alright!

I had heard however, that they were all prissy and bourgeois, and that maybe I'd be too cool to fit in, but I thought I'd just see what happened when I got there, hoping they were prepared for me.

Well... when the train arrived into the station, there was this guy standing there waving a card with my name on it, but he looked like a rozzer, and I thought "I haven't come all this way to get arrested already" so I nipped out double quick!

I flagged down a taxi, and when it got closer I could see that the registration number said "fresh" and it had a dice on the rear view mirrow, and I thought "That's unusual," nevermind though: "Home! To Bristol!"

I pulled up to house around 7 or 8 o'clock, and thanked the taxi driver, and had a look at my new abode, where I'd come to make a new life for myself as a young man in Bristol.

Hmm, Nostance, they should make a TV show about that. In fact they should of done that in the 90s

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.

My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical ... summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really.

At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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My name is Reek it rhymes with Sneak

My name is Stinker, it rhymes with Sneaker.

I'm a programmer! (Kinda...)

I fancy a sizeable buttocks, and I must protest that I seldom conversate with a silver-tongue. Every other educated scholar of my same, superior gender cannot claim that they do not also like a plural of sizeable buttocks. And, to continue, when a wench enters into the premises with a good hip : waist ratio, with their sizeable buttocks close up to your head's skin, an educated scholar of my same, superior gender acquires a primal response with a rush of testosterone to their gonad.

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very classy Genghis. I'm an engineer in Oregon USA

As far as I remember I live in the internet. There is still a strange little flag on my profile though, I wonder what it means...