You know you're a Sindomian when....
...you’re coworker gets a book in the mail and another coworker says ‘Is it about the Font?’ and you almost reply ‘it came in through the font.'
|j||Johnny||22m||New Code Written Nightly. Not a GM.|
|-||Marioanius||0s||Hamilton wrote, the other 51!|
|-||TwistedAkai||29m||examine, @newbie, @rules|
|w||Storm||3m||I dabble in the puppeting.|
|j||Kwisatz||8h||Definitely not a GM.|
|-||MrJDucky2||8m||I'm actually a Duck in real life. Honest <3|
|-||Mench||4m||I do Facebook and Website stuff.|
|And 32 more hiding and/or disguised|
You find yourself standing in a long line somewhere, passing the time talking about gouging human eyeballs, drowning your co-workers in the condo development's pool, and vaulting into their corporate position, and framing your significant other for the murder, only to realize how quiet the line got for the last 2 minutes and you look around to see the stares...
You routinely catch yourself about to refer to the public transport you are using as a Lev and everything is "aces" except your friends who are all bakas until they are out of earshot. Everything is a conspiracy now, your eyes are opened to the corruption of it all. It's a police state and you are working for "the man" to earn your paycheck which all goes on things we are subliminally programmed to buy anyway. Of course... You will change things, but first you need just a little bit more...
...when you understand everything said:
Paydata, huh? Alright, I got a razor goto on this one mona with the chrome: she's wired up so tight her nailz vibrate. Had a ripper put it in 'er an now she's PDSing so hard her meatbag's giving up the ghost. But she's aces if she can crease her fixer, and frame her input for it before the jakes catch her copy topside. Scan?
When you go back to Canada to renew your work visa in the USA.. and are standing in a seedy, sketch bag eating establishment in chinatown.. your wearing a nondescript matte black hoodie which you bought earlier to blend in and discreetly stash your extremely cheap travel cell phone, and some plain cargos ..all your clothes are dripping wet from the rain anyway.
The air smells like weed and urine, you see a homeless man is sleeping against a fire hydrant, also some hookers are standing by right outside.. a nearly naked fat man in womens dress is discussing religion with his compatriot in line behind you.. no one seems to think this is unusual so you pretend to feel the same.
You get to the cash and reach to pay for your food, which isn't actually what you wanted but you ordered hastily just to get the fuck out of here ...your debit card is extracted and you instantly see the err in judgement you've made, everyone else is paying with dirty wads of bills.. the debit machine looks poorly maintained..
Worrying that it's attracted notice from the other patrons, you use your nerves to feign a drug-twitch in the hopes no one hassles you. You start thinking to yourself what in gods name possessed me to book a hotel in this slum-zone just to get papers for my employer.. I should have sucked it up and sprung for the fancy hotel I am insane.. I am insane and I work too hard to be dealing with this shit.
And then your next thought is jesus fucking god I'm a corpie tourist without a clone.
And then you say, "thanks chica" to the sullen cashier as she hands you your food.
Then laugh all the way back to your hotel.
I have two today.
Woke up yesterday feeling like absolute shit. Body aches, day-one-of-the-flu stuff. Got to work and offhandedly told someone I felt like someone had beaten the shit out of me with a cricket bat.
Seeing as I'm in the U.S., the response was, "A -cricket- bat?"
Second one, I'm headed home this morning and there's a police car blocking the entrance to a nicer neighborhood and someone standing there next to an open cooler.
-First- thought in my head is, "Corpie got creased. Gotta save the chrome!"
You live in a state with legalized marijuana and a guy on the street corner still tries to sell you some, and realize "This is exactly what my character has done -- sell legal drugs for a slightly marginalized profit..."
You see a girl trying to talk her way onto the bus, and immediately think "Girl bats her big pretty eyelashes trying to talk her way onto the bus."
Obviously the use of Aces.
You see a ton of police on the street and think "Not the jakes!"
You take a long jog and think "Hm, how much UE did I just put into agility?"
The goth dance club in the old warehouse that you have to cut through a parking lot and alley to get into has gotten -way- more cool than it already was...
Aaand all the arguments about finding things out IC with your SO!
I apparently had an in-character dream. I don't remember anything about it, but when my alarm jarred me out of it, I thought I was my character for a few seconds. It was like sleep paralysis, but with my identity. Maybe not quite the place to post about it, but it was weird as fuck and took me a couple of minutes to recover from.
Not timely anymore, but I forgot to post it at the time.
Christmas shopping with my mom. She paid for something at a place that only took cash because I wasn't carrying any, and I told her, "I'll throw you some flash later."
Then I had to play it off like it was some super hip cool kid slang that she didn't know.
I've noticed that I've been throwing in a random "Ace" or "Mano" into my conversations now..
The worst thing is when you're going to talk to someone on Facebook, then you type:
say Blah blah blah Mano Ace!
Then realise it isn't gonna work..
I mean, that along with the fact I basically live the game now.. D=
When your natural way of speaking is slowly being taken over by mixer slang.
When you tend to wear more dark clothing and try hide your face way more than usual to avoid being creased. Despite the fact you live in a suburban village.
Referring to cops as Jakes
Referring to drugs as candy
Desperately wanting gills.