@ziggy019 (moderator) Member since 2010 || 16014 posts | 4 apr 2021 16:09:17 #32074578
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@planmyfuneral (thread starter) 157 posts | 4 apr 2021 16:09:17 #09886304
Make sure each post is limited to 3,000 characters. You can check your work back using the WordCounter website.
Body text for the post would go here. Instead of using the p tag, make sure to divide paragraphs of the post using the br tag. That'll accomplish what you need :D
Okay, we'll have to see if we can change the style without affecting the whole paragraph. Let's give it a shot!
Trial and test; what will this do?
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Let's try inputting the first section of the story.
@planmyfuneral (thread starter) 157 reacts | 3 apr 2013 16:09:17 #09886304
[Fourth-wall address; Aubrey clears some things up. “I have to break these up into several posts because of the word count, but understand that I’ll be dropping these all in one go. This is my last chance to ever get this off of my chest.” That was the first time I got killed,
[Recounts the story in his apartment, where he first finds shards of glass falling out of his pajamas, which then sprinkle the floor and stab his feet a little. As he stumbles into the bathroom, it’s there that he discovers the shard of glass lodged under his sclera. Later in the narrative, this shard of glass becomes visually significant, but for now, it’s just setting it up.]
[Aubrey considers himself thoroughly confused, more scared than anything. He thinks, well, maybe he didn’t die, or maybe he was just having a pretty extreme episode of dreaming. Or he notices that he’s knocked the glass of water off his nightstand, so he still thinks that that was the source of the shards of glass, and only off-handedly wonders how they got into his bed with him. Either way, he notes that it’s
Maybe his phone is ringing off the hook now, but he ignores it in favor of heading to the bathroom, mainly to figure out what the hell is that killer pain behind his eye. When he gets over the shock of his eye and wondering if yesterday was real, his phone rings again, and he finally checks to see who’s calling. It’s his manager, and Aubrey realizes he’s several hours late for work. That springs him into action.
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