Board Thread:Fun and games/@comment-34896552-20190123175118/@comment-38315967-20190127175731

Roleplay, you say?

My hidden talent? I paint eggs. The art of egg painting is both strenuous, difficult and hard. Just holding the egg still is an art onto itself. I've tried tongs, hell I've even tried duct taping the egg to a wall. Nothing can compare to the fine precision of holding an egg in your own hands. When I paint my eggs I use a 3 layered process. First, a primer and last a sealer. The second layer is where I get to have fun. There's nothing more exhilarating than letting your imagination run wild on a hard-boiled egg. This is where I come alive, this is where I feel most human. No one knows about this, not even my wife. I keep my eggs in a rusted safe I have down in my basement. Sometimes, when I'm feeling sad or lonely, I go down there and look at my eggs. I tell them my worries, my fears. At times I wish they could talk back to me, tell me everything's going to be OK. But then I realize that a world where hard-boiled eggs can talk would be a nightmarish hellscape. I try not to think about that.