The internet is a source for “unique” people with “interesting” interests. You can find almost anything on the web: coffee, dates, private information on personal matters, and so on. One of the more delectable features on the web is the dreadful chat rooms. Now, I don’t know what the big deal is about. But then again, I don’t go into one of those things much. To find out more about the essence of chat rooms, I made an inquiry on an internet forum. After being e-laughed at for five pages, I’ve discover that the words “cyber/roleplay” are quite synonymous. I was still murky on the definition of those phrases, so instead of making more posts, I decided it’s time for me to venture into the rooms and find out for myself.
After literally half a second to ask what exactly is cybering/roleplaying, I received myriads of “IM’s” (eye-ehms, short for instant messages). Then for the next several minutes, I apparently disappointed many males as I told them I was a guy. Eventually, my question was answered.
FeLiXgRl235: Hey, a/s/l? (age/sex/location. Obliviously, that’s all you need to know about a mate to “continue on“.)
Me: Er…I’m eighteen, male, and I am currently in (censored).
FeLiXgRl235: Oh…16/f/va. So you wanna roleplay?
Me: Yeah, what exactly is that?
FeLiXgRl235: How about I be the sainted pilgrim girl, and you’ll be the slave that works in our house?
FeLiXgRl235: Oh, it’s where we choose a character, and…act it out. lol
Me: Oh, how delightful! Yes, I shall be the slave of the house. This should be interesting.
FeLiXgRl235: It’s a hot Sunday afternoon, I’ve just arrived back home from church service earlier that morn’. You’ve just came in after a hard day at the field.
Me: Actually, if you were to be a pilgrim, you’d still be in church right now.
FeLiXgRl235:…w/e. “Oh, I am famished from the long service, and shall now retreat to my quarter.”
Me: (Hmm…what would the slave say?) “Sho’ ‘nugh! Yo, I gots to be gettin’ my grub on!”
FeLiXgRl235: hehe…”Well, I’ve got a scrumptious treat for you…in my quarter!” *wink wink*.
Me: *sniff sniff, looks around* What dat smell?
FeLiXgRl235: Oh, it must be me, after a hot day in the church, I can’t help but to perspire my lady-like scent.”
Me:…Noooo…that’s not it…*looks around*!!!CORNBREAD!!!
FeLiXgRl235: ???
FeLiXgRl235: Oh, that must be your nickname for me. lol. Come get your corn bread baby!
Me: *shoving the dry cornbread into my mouth* “MAH SHOW MAH CLOTHES BROUGHT ME THE DOUGH…DEY BROUGHT ME ALL MAH FANCY THANGS…”
FeLiXgRl235: Hold on, wait a minute, what’s wrong with you?
The “game” stopped after that . Apparently, the point of cybering/roleplaying is to be aroused by hot words that each “players” would send to the other. And, as one would read these steamy descriptions, one would get aroused, and so on.
worst. activity. ever.
…Or is it?…I’ll brb!!!