They are ok as long as it isn't being used to catfish anyone.
what is this term..? "to catfish" someone?
I have never felt a need to hide behind a keyboard... If I have something to say, my name will be attached to it...
That being said, there should be an exception for Disney_Noir as his writting is very cleverly written and I would hate to lose him to the shadows forever... LOL...
I stepped over the yellow police tape and made my way to the scene of the crime. The moonlight found a way to light the street through the foggy haze, but the nearby buildings were as dark as my trenchcoat. I knew the citizens of DPF were peering at me behind their windows, trying to get a glimpse of what all the ruckus was about. I knew I was flirting with disaster, as this would most likely blow my cover, but I also knew that I had to make a move before things started to spiral out of control.
All that was left at the scene was a white chalky outline, and the words “BANNED”. I knew exactly who it was. It was an alternate account.
Johnson.
He was an undercover sleuth like myself, although a little more cocky. That’s what got him banned, and it’s the reason why I work alone. I knew I would see his ugly mug again, but I didn’t know it would be like this. Above me, I saw someone peak out of a window. I called out to him, but he quickly scurried back into the darkness. Something was going on, something bad. I poured myself a midnight snack and sat on the bench next to me. Elbows on my knees, I hung my head below my shoulders.
‘Think Noir!”, I said out loud.
Johnson took the fall this time, but who’s next? When does it stop? I grinned to myself and took another swig. What a classy crowd this is.
I stepped over the yellow police tape and made my way to the scene of the crime. The moonlight found a way to light the street through the foggy haze, but the nearby buildings were as dark as my trenchcoat. I knew the citizens of DPF were peering at me behind their windows, trying to get a glimpse of what all the ruckus was about. I knew I was flirting with disaster, as this would most likely blow my cover, but I also knew that I had to make a move before things started to spiral out of control.
All that was left at the scene was a white chalky outline, and the words “BANNED”. I knew exactly who it was. It was an alternate account.
Johnson.
He was an undercover sleuth like myself, although a little more cocky. That’s what got him banned, and it’s the reason why I work alone. I knew I would see his ugly mug again, but I didn’t know it would be like this. Above me, I saw someone peak out of a window. I called out to him, but he quickly scurried back into the darkness. Something was going on, something bad. I poured myself a midnight snack and sat on the bench next to me. Elbows on my knees, I hung my head below my shoulders.
‘Think Noir!”, I said out loud.
Johnson took the fall this time, but who’s next? When does it stop? I grinned to myself and took another swig. What a classy crowd this is.
He has 23 posts, look them up for a nice read. Reminds me of a Who Framed Dick Tracy with the Leathel Weapon kinda vibe.this is the 2nd time i see you post and i am a fan of your work
And in all honesty, if people are posting things on their alternative account that they don't want associated with their main account, then it probably shouldn't be posted!
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