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╒══════════════════════╕╘══════════════════════╛ "Hey!" A blue Kalon called across the hallway to a grey guy, laced with stripes and spots. The blue Kalon's friends were all chuckling, patting and pushing him towards the other Kalon with an aroma of "don't you dare talk to me." He looked up from his intense stare at the ground, just as the outward guy had finally got to him.
"Yo, kid! You're Roland, right? Hi! I'm Roel!" The blue one, Roel, greeted.
Roland gave the stink-eye as he muttered under his breath: "Yes." With his annoyance rising, Roland instantly hated the loud Kalon who called himself Roel. His whole appearance, sweatshirt and all, seemed so distasteful. The rainbow beanie gave it all away, yet he still wore some crappy jeans, a dark sweatshirt, and some running sneakers. You can't forget all the piercings this guy donned. Not to mention he was blue like a dumb smurf. Did this kid really think he had a shot with the lone Roland, the edgy dude who wears nothing but leather clothing and looks like he beats up puppies?
Still, day after day, Roel made many failed attempts to woo the mighty Roland. It was usually just a brief chat before Roland whisked himself off to class, even though Roel always added in a "Hey, do you want to hang out sometime?" before Roland got away. Of course, this was always met with a "No" from Roland.
One day, after the umpteenth time of Roel's pestering, Roland finally had enough. Right after the usual offer to hang out, Roland's anger was ready to overflow. "You know what, Roel? I will hang out with you, if it gets you to shut up!" He hissed, beyond annoyed and sick of Roel at this point.
Roel was taken back at first, slightly startled from his outburst. Roel looked like he was going to say something else, but instead said, "Okay... Does tomorrow after class work?" Roland nodded ferociously. "O-okay! See you then!" Roel called as he ran off, probably frightened.
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"Oh! You're here!" Roel said, giving a meek smile. Roel had been standing outside of the entryway to the classroom, right where he intended to meet Roland.
"Yeah. I am," Roland said, sighing exasperatedly and looking at the sky. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, adding on to what he had said.
The two began to walk along the campus. Roland seemed remote, staring off into the distance. He refused to make eye contact with the annoying blue smurf walking next to him. The silence could kill you, until finally someone said something. "How are you?" Roel asked softly.
Roland sighed, then said, "Okay, I guess." He secretly hated small talk, and especially small talk with this nuisance.
Roel smiled timidly, nodding a bit. It was a quiet walk as they walked downtown. The air was awfully frigid, leaving Roel shivering. "It's pretty cold, isn't it?" Roel remarked, rubbing his hands together for warmth.
Roland didn't much care about the cold, so he said nothing. He would occasionally glanced over at the guy with bright blue eyes, as if trying to decide on something. "Do you... uh, want my jacket?" Roland finally said awkwardly, taking his leather jacket off for Roel.
"Sure! Thank you!" He graciously accepted the jacket, drapping it around his shoulders. Roel smiled at Roland, staring up at him for what seemed like an eternity.
"What?" Roland said, turning to look at Roel. Roland wore a look of confusion, staring back into the smurf's eyes.
"Nothing!" Roel responded, breaking the locking of eyes. He smiled, and continued to walk. Roland, still quite confused, almost looked disappointed.
A little while later, Roel smiled. "Look!" Roel said cheerfully, pointing at the sky. "More snow!" There was already a thin blanket of snow on the ground, but it would soon be greeted with flurries escaping the whims of the sky.
Roland gazed up at the sky, murmuring a quiet "Mhmmm."
Roel began to dance around the sidewalk, trying to get snowflakes to land on his tongue. Roland walked at the pace of his dancing, just watching Roel act like a fool. "C'mon!" Roel said to Roland, putting his hand out for him to join in the fun.
"No thanks," Roland declined harshly. He pulled away from Roel's gesture of kindness.
"Aww," Roel pouted and he stopped dancing, his demeanor then becoming quiet and becoming disappointed. "You're no fun," He whined, playfully punching Roland. "How ab-"
"No," He quickly interrupted. Roland looked disgusted as Roel tried to joke around with him. Glancing up at the clock tower hovering over head, Roland added, "I have to go." Not even a moment after he said that, Roland began to jog off into the distance.
"Wait! What about your jacket?" Roel yelled after him. Roland didn't turn around, and proceeded to disappear down the sidewalk. Sighing, Roel murmured, "Bye..."
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"You forgot your jacket," Roel commented as Roland got out of class the next day. He held the leather jacket out for Roland, only for Roland to snatch it up. Sliding the jacket on, Roland proceeded to walk away from Roel.
"Roland! Whoa, wait up!" He called, picking up his pace to catch up to Roland. "I also have something else for you!" Roel sifted through his bag as he walked with Roland, then pulled out a flowercrown. It had an assortment of pink, blue, and purple flowers. Roland glanced at it briefly, before swatting it away. The flowercrown fell on the ground with a quiet thump.
Sighing, Roland looked at Roel. "Kid, do me a favor. Shut up and get the hell out of my face," Roland said stiffly, kicking the flowercrown around on the ground.
"Hey! I was just trying to be nice!" Roel protested, "I just thought you might need a friend! You always seem so alone all the time... And I thought maybe that we-"
Roland stopped in his tracks, glaring at the blue Kalon. "You thought what, smurf?" He spat out. "What? Did you think I would fall your sky blue eyes and just give up that easily? News flash for ya, kid: I'm not gay."
"Damn you, Roland. Not everything is about love. Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. I wouldn't want to date a guy as big of a jerk as you anyway." Roel hissed, finally letting his anger out. "I just wanted to help you. That's all. I just wanted to be a friend... Now I see it was a waste of my time." Roel shook his head in dismay, walking away from the scene, leaving Roland standing there, alone.
"Yeah, go away, you damn smurf!" Roland yelled out one last time. After Roel seemed to be gone, Roland sighed, shaking his head. He put his face into his hands. "Ugh," Roland muttered, becoming lost in his thoughts. Was he really that rude? Was he really that blind? Roland shook his head again. No, no...
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Name //
Roland.
Gender //
Male.
Sexuality //
Gay; closeted.
Personality //
A seemingly feminine and cute looking Kalon is quite the contrary. Don't let that nice flowercrown deceive you. Roland doesn't have an off-white pelt for nothing. Take those pretty light colors away, and what will you find? One salty looking Kalon. That is exactly what Roland is.
He usually tries to stay off the radar from most people. He's not much of a people person. Even though Roland doesn't really care what others think, or so he says. Roland tries to seem cool and edgy, like one of those bad boys that girls swoon over clichely. However, he's rather impulsive, not thinking before he acts. So, this can screw up his whole "avoid everyone at all costs" plan with his fits of rage. He has some pent-up emotions inside of him, usually caused by his identity. Little things tend to bother him or set him off. His words often come out as bitter and rude, especially when he doesn't take the time to think. He will graciously hurt someone to get his way, whether physically or verbally. There will be no hesitation when it comes to fighting someone. Roland has a very high opinion of himself, thinking he's the baddest thing around. He's awfully stubborn, and won't step down once he started the climb. He also thinks that he can take care of himself, but he will do nothing to harm his perfect ego that he extols.
But is Roland really an angry person on the inside? Perhaps a little, but it's more of a mask for his inner struggles. He would never admit it that he really does care. Only recently has he come to realize the horrible person he has become. It's something that has been bothering him ever since. He's been trying to act better, but he always seems to fall flat. Roland can't always control his emotional outbursts, and as always, has trouble thinking before he acts. Usually he'll just go with it, but internally, it leaves him in turmoil. He really does try, but everything just seems to be coming out the wrong way, and it only leads to more problems. Roland finds himself pessimistic about his outlook on life, even though there's still the side of him that wants to be a decent person. After all his failures, he wants to give up... No one can ever make him say it, but in all honesty, he's scared... scared of the person that he's become.
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Game //

Click to play the game! or should I say gayme?
I'm going to be honest. It's not supposed to be a super complex or serious game. It's supposed to be something you get a laugh out of! I will happily agree that it's stupid. Between the various types of salt shakers (you can read about their values on the page), it's meant to be some humorous and perhaps even satirical take on Roland. Either way, have fun with this dumb little game of him! ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒[/center]
Credits //
All art is by me, Snow!.
All writing is by me, Snow!.
All coding is by me, Snow!.
All game programming is by me, Snow!.
All songs in the playlist are owned and sung by their owners, respectively.
Final word //
I wish the best of luck to all those who entered the competition, and those who are judging it! There are quite a few fabulous forms entered. qvq
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