Post by imatroll on Aug 28, 2008 17:39:54 GMT -5
Name: Leslie
Why you want to be a Mod: To help the other members and to achieve the first step of board domination [jk]
How can you help as a Mod: Well I feel that I am literate enough and can help the other not so literate members understand literacy and I can relieve some of the moddage from your load.
Mod duties: To reply wherever a member needs it, to make wild pokemon appear, etc.
So I believe I need to tell you why I want to be a mod and perhaps a Global Mod. To put it as bluntly as possible, I really would like to be an admin. I'm not asking to be one right at this moment as that would be terribly selfish and rude. I understand that this is a process in which I must slowly move up from mod, to global mod, and hopefully if I remain active and you accept, an admin. It is merely an aspiration, so please ignore it for now.
I adore to roleplay and would find it extremely fun to do a few wild pokemon for trainers. My reasons for wanting to be a mod, not only including my own selfish wants, but also the fact that I would really love to help others. When I say help, I don't only mean by moving them along in their journey, but also that when you have literate mods replying to illiterate roleplayers, the illiterate roleplayers may try to better themselves. I have seen it happen and I know there is great potential for this site.
Here is my example of literacy incase you need one of those also:
Why you want to be a Mod: To help the other members and to achieve the first step of board domination [jk]
How can you help as a Mod: Well I feel that I am literate enough and can help the other not so literate members understand literacy and I can relieve some of the moddage from your load.
Mod duties: To reply wherever a member needs it, to make wild pokemon appear, etc.
So I believe I need to tell you why I want to be a mod and perhaps a Global Mod. To put it as bluntly as possible, I really would like to be an admin. I'm not asking to be one right at this moment as that would be terribly selfish and rude. I understand that this is a process in which I must slowly move up from mod, to global mod, and hopefully if I remain active and you accept, an admin. It is merely an aspiration, so please ignore it for now.
I adore to roleplay and would find it extremely fun to do a few wild pokemon for trainers. My reasons for wanting to be a mod, not only including my own selfish wants, but also the fact that I would really love to help others. When I say help, I don't only mean by moving them along in their journey, but also that when you have literate mods replying to illiterate roleplayers, the illiterate roleplayers may try to better themselves. I have seen it happen and I know there is great potential for this site.
Here is my example of literacy incase you need one of those also:
I feel so brilliantly today that perhaps I may fall ill from it. Is feeling too excited ever a bad thing? My body is twitching, my brain is rattling, my heart is screaming, and my stomach is....growling. Perhaps I need just a bit of nourishment before I conquer this fear. I doubt I can hardly call it a fear for it is also the key to all my future pleasure. Indeed. I speak of a pokemon. My journey begins the moment I step through that door.
Leslie stopped writing and looked up slowly toward the door he spoke of. It seemed so distant and far off even if he was only a few feet from it. It made him wonder even more about this supposed journey. Perhaps the door seeming far off was a message? Something underlying. Like perhaps he was not ready for this commitment? The only problem with this was that he felt ready. He wanted with all his heart to be ready.
It was settled at that moment. He was ready. He'd do this. My journey begins the moment I step through that door. he repeated in his head. Letting out a held breath, he closed the journal on his lap that he had written the passage in. He slipped the pencil through the attached loop and braced himself to stand up. He had found himself so weak lately that it was a terrible effort just to stand. He had come to the conclusion awhile ago that it was just his nerves. By his calm nature, you could easily tell that he was on his meds. There wasn't even the slightest hint of ADHD in his behavior. In fact, at the present moment, he was quite the opposite.
I'm up and ready...I hope. he thought slowly as he finally managed to pull himself up. But my confidence has diminished. This was perhaps the one and only moment in his life when his confidence was gone. Well who wouldn't be nervous in this situation? Of course there were people who thought of only the excitement of receiving a pokemon. He even tried to think of the excitement, he really had, but it seemed impossible when that lingering thought tortured him. What if he chose wrong and ended up ruining his entire journey?
Their was only one cure for his nerves. Music. Music wasn't just his cure or his little hobby, it was a part of him and had even merged with his personality, making him a completely new person. He listened to lyrics not only with his ears, but with his heart. His mind comprehended each word with such satisfaction that he felt more poetic and intelligent with each new song. The beat spoke to him throughout his entire body. Both Lyrics and Beat played an enormous part to him in whether he liked a song or not. If a song had neither [such as many rap songs] he couldn't bear listening and thought it a tragedy.
He pushed the 'play' button on his Ipod and turned down the volume a bit since he would still have to hear the professor or assistant talk. It was obviously a song he liked or else it wouldn't have been on his Ipod. It gave him only a slight boost in confidence but even the smallest boost could help him.
He approached the door and as he stood in front of it, it still remained distant. He inhaled sharply and finally exhaled when grasped the door handle. Even that was an accomplishment. Now to turn it. Huh? he thought as he found that he couldn't turn it. What was going on? Oh, sweaty palms... He marveled at how sweaty his hands were for a moment before smiling
Something had suddenly come to his mind that chased away all of his nerves. It would just make the journey more interesting if he chose wrong. An interesting journey would surely be fun. He still wished to choose right, but he lost the fear of choosing wrong. He'd let his instincts and fate decide all of that.
"Excuse me, I would like to come in and choose a pokemon, please." he said calmly and confidently as he creaked open the door a bit. Finally, it had begun. A New Beginning.
Leslie stopped writing and looked up slowly toward the door he spoke of. It seemed so distant and far off even if he was only a few feet from it. It made him wonder even more about this supposed journey. Perhaps the door seeming far off was a message? Something underlying. Like perhaps he was not ready for this commitment? The only problem with this was that he felt ready. He wanted with all his heart to be ready.
It was settled at that moment. He was ready. He'd do this. My journey begins the moment I step through that door. he repeated in his head. Letting out a held breath, he closed the journal on his lap that he had written the passage in. He slipped the pencil through the attached loop and braced himself to stand up. He had found himself so weak lately that it was a terrible effort just to stand. He had come to the conclusion awhile ago that it was just his nerves. By his calm nature, you could easily tell that he was on his meds. There wasn't even the slightest hint of ADHD in his behavior. In fact, at the present moment, he was quite the opposite.
I'm up and ready...I hope. he thought slowly as he finally managed to pull himself up. But my confidence has diminished. This was perhaps the one and only moment in his life when his confidence was gone. Well who wouldn't be nervous in this situation? Of course there were people who thought of only the excitement of receiving a pokemon. He even tried to think of the excitement, he really had, but it seemed impossible when that lingering thought tortured him. What if he chose wrong and ended up ruining his entire journey?
Their was only one cure for his nerves. Music. Music wasn't just his cure or his little hobby, it was a part of him and had even merged with his personality, making him a completely new person. He listened to lyrics not only with his ears, but with his heart. His mind comprehended each word with such satisfaction that he felt more poetic and intelligent with each new song. The beat spoke to him throughout his entire body. Both Lyrics and Beat played an enormous part to him in whether he liked a song or not. If a song had neither [such as many rap songs] he couldn't bear listening and thought it a tragedy.
He pushed the 'play' button on his Ipod and turned down the volume a bit since he would still have to hear the professor or assistant talk. It was obviously a song he liked or else it wouldn't have been on his Ipod. It gave him only a slight boost in confidence but even the smallest boost could help him.
He approached the door and as he stood in front of it, it still remained distant. He inhaled sharply and finally exhaled when grasped the door handle. Even that was an accomplishment. Now to turn it. Huh? he thought as he found that he couldn't turn it. What was going on? Oh, sweaty palms... He marveled at how sweaty his hands were for a moment before smiling
Something had suddenly come to his mind that chased away all of his nerves. It would just make the journey more interesting if he chose wrong. An interesting journey would surely be fun. He still wished to choose right, but he lost the fear of choosing wrong. He'd let his instincts and fate decide all of that.
"Excuse me, I would like to come in and choose a pokemon, please." he said calmly and confidently as he creaked open the door a bit. Finally, it had begun. A New Beginning.
