And I was trying so hard to be polite.
Hello, I'm Mike, or Nomad. I am Mike Crew fictionkin, you can call me Mike, Crew or Mike Crew. Our system's name is Nomad, we are an OSDD system and we are all Mike in one way or another.
Our whole system uses he/they/it, some having preference over other. I'm an adult, so keep it in mind. This blog is not a role-playing one, however, we do like answering questions. Don't drag us in any discourse, we won't partake in it.
This page was created for us to explore our main kin, our plurality and some kins of the alters. This will intersect with our religious and spiritual views a lot, so expect a lot of vast-posting ans spiritual posting. Under each post will be a signature of the alter, that made that post, this does not apply to reblogs.
That is all for now, more may be added in the future; more side information under the cut. Thanks for stopping for a cup of tea.
Hard, isnβt it, trying to ask prying questions at terminal velocity? The airβ¦ it doesnβtβ¦ leave your lungs like you expect it to. I mean, I know youβre still sat down, you know youβre still sat down. But whether your body knows it when I decide you hit the ground, thatβsβ¦ thatβs something I havenβt made my mind up about, yet.
We have a lot in common, really. After all, what, what goodβs the height, the terrifying draw of gravity, unless you, unless you really know the scale of what youβre facing?
β Nomad.
