psychic now. That should give them a good chuckle.
Turning back to her computer screen, she looked at the folders. Most of the messages were from the boring sites, but there were four from IDS. Ignoring all the other emails, she opened up the IDS folder, scratching her ankle when it tingled. Her eyes ghosted over each note’s subject.
You have mail from CourageousKaro
You have mail from TemperedAlbino
You have mail from CalliperedStresser
You have new mail from AttractivelyAgile
Surprised she had a second email from the weirdo with red eyes who wanted a woman to kneel at his feet, she concentrated on the first three. All three were similar and before going on to AttractivelyAgile’s message, she visited their profiles.
CourageousKaro’s picture reminded Ari of what she always thought a gnome would look like, long curly white beard and bushy eyebrows included. Once again, she saw a narrative only and wondered if most men’s profiles were like that.
I am from Beysa Minor. For the last decade I have been involved with the Dolotheon Conflict…
Groaning, she went to the next. What was it with men and war? Did they honestly expect to get a girl with such talk? Besides, she was beginning to think the guys who subscribed to the site were either mentally unbalanced or teenagers who spent their days role-playing. She quickly skimmed through the other two profiles before closing them and going back to email. “Okay, Agile, let’s see what you have to say today.”
My dear Corruptible,
I apologize, I could not wait. After seeing your beautiful face, I could just imagine it in the most delicious of expressions. Pain, pleasure, fear, desire, hate, love. It is all there and I can hardly wait to see it in person. Write back to me so we can make this connection.
Orion
P.S. Do you truly enjoy chocolate in your coffee?
A chill went up her spine at the same time a sharp burn spread across her ankle. “Ouch!” she hissed, reaching down to rub it. This character sounded dangerous. Who would want to see pain, fear, and hate in someone’s expression? “Sicko,” she grumbled, clicking on his profile link. There had to be a way to block him and now seemed the time.
As she waited through the strange flashes and then as his profile downloaded, his postscript flitted through her brain. Do you truly enjoy chocolate in your coffee? A flash of the strange man standing by the door, his face in shadow came into her mind. “No, no way! There is no way he could know who I was, let alone where I would be. No.”
And yet, the constant burning of her ankle and the queasiness in her stomach told her something was wrong here. Why would he have mentioned chocolate and coffee if he did not send it to her at the coffee shop? And yet the possibility he could be the man in the coffee shop had to be astronomical, didn’t it?
His profile popped up, and she tried to ignore his picture and narrative while she looked around for a block button. The nausea in her stomach and burn in her ankle increased the longer she stayed on the page, but she could not find what she needed. “Fine!” she finally called aloud as she closed the screen, giving a small whimper of relief when her ankle stopped burning.
Quickly deleting the email from the scary man, she was startled to see a new message in the box.
You have mail from CuriosityLemmings
She stared at the email suspiciously. So far, the emails from IDS had not been normal in any way, and the profiles were even worse. Did she even want to open this one? A small tingle in her ankle seemed to make the nausea go away, and before she even realized she was doing it, she opened the message.
Why is it first messages are so difficult to write? I mean, it should be very easy to write something like “I am fantastically wonderful and your soulmate,” but not only is that not easy, it would be a lie as that is not something we can tell, now is it?
My name is Terrian, and I live in a library. I know, exciting
Turning back to her computer screen, she looked at the folders. Most of the messages were from the boring sites, but there were four from IDS. Ignoring all the other emails, she opened up the IDS folder, scratching her ankle when it tingled. Her eyes ghosted over each note’s subject.
You have mail from CourageousKaro
You have mail from TemperedAlbino
You have mail from CalliperedStresser
You have new mail from AttractivelyAgile
Surprised she had a second email from the weirdo with red eyes who wanted a woman to kneel at his feet, she concentrated on the first three. All three were similar and before going on to AttractivelyAgile’s message, she visited their profiles.
CourageousKaro’s picture reminded Ari of what she always thought a gnome would look like, long curly white beard and bushy eyebrows included. Once again, she saw a narrative only and wondered if most men’s profiles were like that.
I am from Beysa Minor. For the last decade I have been involved with the Dolotheon Conflict…
Groaning, she went to the next. What was it with men and war? Did they honestly expect to get a girl with such talk? Besides, she was beginning to think the guys who subscribed to the site were either mentally unbalanced or teenagers who spent their days role-playing. She quickly skimmed through the other two profiles before closing them and going back to email. “Okay, Agile, let’s see what you have to say today.”
My dear Corruptible,
I apologize, I could not wait. After seeing your beautiful face, I could just imagine it in the most delicious of expressions. Pain, pleasure, fear, desire, hate, love. It is all there and I can hardly wait to see it in person. Write back to me so we can make this connection.
Orion
P.S. Do you truly enjoy chocolate in your coffee?
A chill went up her spine at the same time a sharp burn spread across her ankle. “Ouch!” she hissed, reaching down to rub it. This character sounded dangerous. Who would want to see pain, fear, and hate in someone’s expression? “Sicko,” she grumbled, clicking on his profile link. There had to be a way to block him and now seemed the time.
As she waited through the strange flashes and then as his profile downloaded, his postscript flitted through her brain. Do you truly enjoy chocolate in your coffee? A flash of the strange man standing by the door, his face in shadow came into her mind. “No, no way! There is no way he could know who I was, let alone where I would be. No.”
And yet, the constant burning of her ankle and the queasiness in her stomach told her something was wrong here. Why would he have mentioned chocolate and coffee if he did not send it to her at the coffee shop? And yet the possibility he could be the man in the coffee shop had to be astronomical, didn’t it?
His profile popped up, and she tried to ignore his picture and narrative while she looked around for a block button. The nausea in her stomach and burn in her ankle increased the longer she stayed on the page, but she could not find what she needed. “Fine!” she finally called aloud as she closed the screen, giving a small whimper of relief when her ankle stopped burning.
Quickly deleting the email from the scary man, she was startled to see a new message in the box.
You have mail from CuriosityLemmings
She stared at the email suspiciously. So far, the emails from IDS had not been normal in any way, and the profiles were even worse. Did she even want to open this one? A small tingle in her ankle seemed to make the nausea go away, and before she even realized she was doing it, she opened the message.
Why is it first messages are so difficult to write? I mean, it should be very easy to write something like “I am fantastically wonderful and your soulmate,” but not only is that not easy, it would be a lie as that is not something we can tell, now is it?
My name is Terrian, and I live in a library. I know, exciting
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