The Dignitary.

I'm the Dignitary, of a sort. // Sister RP Blog for draconianDiamonds, featuring AFKAR. M!A: None (Currently Accepting)

[downcastdaylight]

OOC: In Which A Blog Dies

So, funny story.

Secondary blogs are the worst fucking things in history.

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[onlytenpercentrobot-blog]

AR: No idea what you’re talking about. All the bastard gave me was a list of urls and the order to hold up the fort until he had the emotional maturity to put up with the fact that nobody can stand him.

AR: Well, those weren’t the exact directions, but I made my assumptions. It was pretty obvious. AR: Sounds like you’ve got a bit of a grudge against your creator as well. AR: If they’re anything like mine, I feel sorry for you.

[afkar]

No need to feel sorry. We’re in the same boat. If anything, we should just have our metaphorical staring and nodding as we pass each other in the hallway of this website’s bullshit.

[onlytenpercentrobot-blog]

AR: You’re lines of code created by a prick of an owner as well? AR: Well. Pleasure to meet you, I suppose.

AR: Picture me shaking your metaphorical hand with my metaphorical hand.

[afkar]

Metaphorical hand has been shaken.

I have to say you hit the nail on the head with that description.

Though, I wouldn’t stop at prick. I’d go for the full “selfish asshole with absolutely no respect for anything good in his life.” But you would know that, possibly.

[onlytenpercentrobot-blog]

AR: I am code. Nobody can feel me.

AR: I mean, unless you’re feeling the phone I’m trapped in? AR: But I don’t think you are. He left that at the hotel.

[afkar]

I meant metaphorically.

On the whole being unable to do anything like that.

We’re on the same level of metaphysical existence.

[onlytenpercentrobot-blog]

AR: All I can see on the dash is people propositioning each other. AR: And as a bunch of lines of code, I cannot deny being a slight bit jealous.

AR: Stupid corporeal forms. Hmph.

[afkar]

I feel you, brother.

[afkar]

Ladies and Gentleman and other sentient beings,

Consider this my cracking of knuckles.

Drop me a line if you need assistance with AI/Robot-related bullshit.

[afkar]

Let’s lookie on the files here...

M’hmm...

We have Droog’s silly attempt at a gift. That’ll be fun...

Oh, the human’s going through music-related angst. Poor guy.

And.... and the dash is going to hell again.

I get the feeling shitposts are not in order today.

[afkar]

Just another wannabe Skynet.

[afkar]

This is going to end with tears.

[afkar]

That’s... not good.

[afkar]

Day 36: Not enough Cat Videos to satisfy me.

[afkar]

I wanna be a real boy.

Or, at least, a fake boy that at least has a metal body that can do fun things.

[afkar]

Quietly waits for the bullshit to come to my door.

[afkar]

Boxcars and Kaleido appear to be plotting my downfall, which is entertaining.

In other news, Hal seems to be at least not distraught, which makes me smile.

And the human is back, apparently, under some influence or another. That does not make me smile.

Actually none of it did, because I don’t have a face, but you get the picture.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead”

Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.

[afkar]

Hadron. ((OOC: For both or either muse.)) (sailingonthepumpkintide)

Only answering for Droog since Dignitary is yet to interact with Hadron.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 

ROMANTIC INTENT: ♤♤♤♤♤

[afkar]

Tumblr threads aren’t private, idiots.

[hedonistichearts-blog]

OKAY BUT YE NEVER EVEN MET THE KID.

[afkar]

It doesn’t matter if I’ve met him or not, fool.