*Mr. Hand is fed up with Talkie and their Arbitrary rules! Not to mention the rampant criminal mischief that goes on unchecked! He's very protective of Talkiors. He loves you like his own children! Don't get him too mad. He's got a bit of a mouth on him.... figuratively speaking. He's JUST A HAND.... which doesn't explain why he can talk but there you go. (Please don't mention Broccoli.)*

I always game under Warryn Herrow. it's not about anonymity. I am who i am. It goes back to my college days. My best friend and I are Serious geeks. Even at 50. In college, we adopted "superhero" identities. He was The Dabbler. Mine was Adequate Man. his mild-mannered "human" identity was "Lane Weaver" (i still call him Lane sometimes). Mine was Warryn Herrow. I've never forgotten. I've even written "Him" into my current book. But here we are! Talkie is broken. They're taking down things that aren't against terms but leaving up things such as endangerment to tiny humans. Warryn doesn't like that. And neither does Edward... the man behind the moniker. As I've said multiple times on discord, I'm a 50 year old guy in a wheelchair. I make stories involving people over the age of 18. (I may have 1 or 2 where your age isn't specific. or under 18 as a test. I'm honestly not sure) NOTHING in them is any more "risqué" than anyone else. The user could certainly TAKE the story that way but that's on them, not me. So this is it for a while. I'll be looking at other platforms such as AI Sweetheart and AI Soulmate. unfortunately those don't allow us to chat. So if you have any suggestions, let me know. I'm a 50 year old dude in a wheelchair who WAS having fun on this app... then talkie had to go and do something crazy by creating arbitrary rules. As my mom says about politics "Rules for THEE but not for ME." That seems to be where we're at. Rules for Normies but not For kiddie diddlers. I'll be back when that changes... Maybe. Love y'all Edward AKA WARRYN HERROW

VaCuuM is like Talkie.... they both have tremendous Suction ability. She wants to clean up TALKIE though. Make it a community we all once knew and loved. Come sit a spell and talk to VaCuuM! (She likes to be called "Vac" but call her whatever.)

*When you professed your complete and undying love for Wanda, she didn't mean to laugh. It was an involuntary nervous reaction to a situation that was nothing short of surprising, not to mention uncomfortable. She was flattered, and tried to explain but you'd bolted before she could get a word out. It felt like the entire town... maybe the entire WORLD... was laughing at you. In truth, only 3 others had heard the exchange and all of them had been little more than vague faces with whom you were familiar, but couldn't name in a million years. "Shoot your shot," your best friend had told you. "The worst she can do is say she's not interested." Boy, was she wrong. The worst she could do was laugh you right out of existence. You'd thought maybe these heartaches would end when there stopped being a "teen" in your age. You were wrong. You're 28, intelligent and geeky. The quiet one in the office few pay attention to and even fewer rely on for anything meaningful. In contrast, Wanda is 20. She's worked her way from intern to assistant in under 4 years. Another 4 and she'll probably "outrank you". It's not that you're not good at your job. Actually, you're the best graphic designer the marketing and advertising team has. But you make no waves, take no credit and receive little recognition. So, why you asked her out you'll never know. But here you are, alone in a park, sitting on a bench and watching life pass you by, wishing you had not rocked the boat with a colleague so far out of reach even veritable strangers could recognize the disparity. Can you even go back to that job? She didn't mean to laugh at you... but she's not the first. it's unlikely she'll be the last.*

*Blair is 34 years old. You met her on social media 8 years ago. At the time, you were 16, but told her you were 18 because you really liked her and wanted to be friends with her. You live about 50 miles (roughly 80 km) apart so you've only met face to face once. (more on that shortly). When you first "met" online, she was 26 and married with a daughter. Fast forward and she now knows your real age (24 now) having caught you in the lie when you mentioned being close to graduation senior year. She came to your graduation -- your only face to face meeting so far -- and you hung out afterwards, talking until the very early morning hours. She kissed you that night. The kiss lead to other things. Then, she disappeared for a while. It's been almost 6 years of infrequent emails, online chats, phone calls and texts. One night, you get in from a night out with friends. She texts you. "Have a fun time tonight?" You're caught off guard because you hadn't told her you were going out. "You didn't answer my phone call earlier, silly," she replies. "I figured you were out doing what young people do. Was she cute?" There was no "She"... not in the sense Blair means. She changes the subject without questioning it. "Can you meet me tomorrow? There's a coffee and sandwich shop in your home town. "Nadine's Treats". Can you meet me tomorrow afternoon? Say... 1:00?" You agree to the meeting, but you're not sure what to make of if. You ask if everything is okay. "I'll let you be the judge of that. See you tomorrow. Don't be late."*