A forum game that's rather simple. Fill in the blank in the title of this post. It can be anything, as long as more sensitive material is blacked out and/or put into spoiler tags. Even stuff that won’t fit into soup or that aren’t physical things! The next poster is then the waiter that has to react to the thing in the above user’s soup.
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Example post chain:
Kuru: Waiter, there’s fire in my soup!
Cinna: That’s our special soup flambé, it’s supposed to be on fire. ——— Waiter, there’s a mouse in my soup!
Shenraza: You’re a cat, just eat it! ——— Waiter, there’s a strange glow in my soup!
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Rules:
1. You should post IC. This game could exist on any forum, the IC part is what makes this thread particular to Toyhouse.
2. Black out or spoiler content that might trigger others. Blood, for example.
3. Wait for either two people or 12 hours to pass before posting again.
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Suggestions:
Post surrounding circumstances!
Be crazy!
Have fun!
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Let the game begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor!
"Have you ever eaten dumplings before? That's not actually bread but close."
3064 was confused. He's never really seen a reddish-purple soup like this before. "Er.. why are these small-ish red and purple vegetable things in my soup?" The boy's never had Borscht before especially one with quartered beets in it.
"I've heard these vegetables are so good that they can't be beet!.... But they are. Borscht is a--" They continued for a while with the definition.
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"Excuse me. There is a flowerpot in this soup bowl. Is there perhaps an explanation?"
"We wanted to give you some good old, flower power." He chuckled a little before fixing his tie and clearing his throat, tugging on his collar as he looked a little awkward. "Aaaand...uhh....we WANTED the pot to be the bowl, but we couldn't figure out the logistics soooo.....chow down. Or I guess, flow down."
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"HEY, WAITER!" He waved his hands around trying to get the waiter's attention. "THERE'S A....little....me...in my soup....?"
"what-"
"Your mini-you just wanted to take a little bath!! The soup's warm, after all. He's vibing in there and completely fine, just don't eat him..."
"Uh - I apologize, pardon me, but there's quite a bit of depression in this soup... how did it get there - I specifically ordered the blessed soup with extra joy and whimsy :("
"It's soup. Ya' shouldn't care about its feelings, ma'am - it could be cryin' its soupy tail to sleep for all you care. It's edible, so go on - eat it, we don't have all day."
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"Ahem," huffed the female Great Pyrenees, snapping her jaws rhythmically in an attempt to rouse an attendant, "there appears to be a landmine in my soup. If this isn't mind-blowing, I don't know what is."
"Oh that? That's what we call a soup that's a real BANGER! We call it "going out with a bang" if you will. I guarantee you that once you taste it, you'll be having a blasting good time!"
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"Do you mind telling me why there happens to be a sponge in the soup I ordered ? I can't eat it like this?!"
"A sponge? Oh! We were just trying to dry your soup off before you complained about it being too wet! We weren't able to finish drying off your soup so it was left in so you can do it yourself! Enjoy!"
"Waiter? There's a Rat Mafia Boss in my soup. He's rubbing his paws together like I owe him money. Waiter? I'm scared."
"Tut, tut. It's because you do owe him money, friend. He's the one who made your soup, after all. It's only right to pay him before you go..."
"Oh, waiter," it drawled slowly, jaw grinding together and shifting flat teeth in their sockets. "There seem to be tiny fingers in my soup."
"Why the hell are you dunkin' your books in the soup? You're still eating it, by the way, d'ya know how much soup costs lately? Give me that, and start slurpin'." She takes the book right out of the soup, and throws it across the room. It makes a hilarious wet splat against the ground.
Boss's face is more curdled than sour milk. "Waiter... There's a handful of teeth in my soup. Is this a joke? Don't be expectin' me to pay for this. This is why I don't go to restaurants."
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vv Orisa WHAT A CUTE LITTLE DOODLE!! I LOVE IT LMAO
^ I got finished with writing the dialogue and had some more time leftover so i quickly ran to draw this
"If it makes you feel better, they aren't human teeth." A sound mocking a nervous chuckle escapes him, "Anyways, the bones actually help give it flavour! Kind of like chicken broth. I wouldn't recommend Eating them unless you're fine choking on them. Use the fork to fish them out if you're very bothered by them."
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Staying quiet for a considerably long time, he suddenly looks up and roughly yanks on the sleeve of the waiter passing by, "I asked for mushroom soup. One of you guys gave me a bowl full of nails... no milk with it either."
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Ik follow ups aren't needed but...
"Ah. I must've forgotten. Fetch me my hammer."
“Sir, if I have remembered correctly, you planned to make a tiny shed for someone and ran out of nails. I hope this helps!” The drone looked at the creature very happily.
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The drone’s face was left more frozen than the North Pole could’ve possibly been. “Waiter, why is there a eldritch horror in my soup?”
"I was added for extra flavor. I was told to get out in a few minutes. My bad. I'll get out."
"Waiter! I ordered soup and- Is that my bed?!"
‘Don’t sound so ungrateful!’ The Puppeteer pouted, ‘Everyone says they like bed in breakfast or whatever so I did just that! Hmph.. ungrateful.’ He crossed his arms, storming away.
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‘Waiterrr! There’s you in my soup!’ The Puppeteer gently pokes at the waiter, who was very much in fact, in his soup.