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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!
"Someone in back probably thought it was a good idea to let you see yourself slurp up your soup. I mean, as long as the mirror isn't impacting the taste, it SHOULD be alright, and then you get a free mirror??" She paused for a minute. "It's not impacting the taste, right?"
"Waiter...there's a soup inside my soup." She picks up the smaller bowl with more soup...and another tiny bowl inside. "Make that a soup inside a soup inside my soup."
"Oh, the other waiter wanted to get your food to your table without burning their hands off, and found someone's sculpture"
"Waiter there's a phone in my soup! One from the 90s!"
“Keep it. Those things are virtually indestructible.”
“Waiter, why is there a star in my soup? I didn’t order soup that had stars in it...
"Woah, that's so cool! Can I take-I can take it for you, if it seems to be a bother," she corrected herself, realising that she's still on her job shift. "Did you want anything to replace it? Someone broke mine and I can take it for you."
"AHhh! My late homework that I never finished appeared back? This was from what, 9 years ago? Ahhh"
"Sometimes things come back to haunt us when we least expect it. I'm not telling you how we got this, but it'll add an interesting flavor."
"Th-there's butterflies in my soup...? I think this one's still alive! Who would do this?!"
"That was not supposed to be extra food...The previous waiter put a frog in there, they have been promptly fired. And frankly, if you eat live frogs, I feel like you wouldn't have a problem taking the frog by force."
"Waiter! There's a cat in my soup! You know that those are natural enemies of bunnies, right? Even if this one is sleeping... and is kinda cute..."
Oliver's eyes bulged, he couldn't help himself but stumble upon a lasso of nothing but shame. His hands began to tremble, his heart rapidly racing against his chest. His eyebrows creased down as he briskly heaved himself over to Fluer, who seemed to be exchanging a scowl of reprimand over to him. His quivery scrabbles of words escaped out of his lips, as ashamed as he could ever be for his mishaps. He tried the best he could to keep in the panic just stirring up the acids flowing through his stomach. `` I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I really don't know how- how that g-got there! `` He instantly wielded up the sword, almost dropping it as he yelped. He stumbled back, his breathing seeming to become a tad bit short and rapid. `` I'm sorry t-that had to happen, I-I promise-- I promise that- that it won't h-h-happen again! `` He scruffed his hand against his cinnamon hair, shifting his head away as small orbs of sweat trickled down through his head. He felt the need to just flee and punish himself for the smallest mishap. Of course, Oliver seemed to be very petrified. `` I-If you want-- I'll give you a n-new soup! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! W-wait-- I'll- I'll c-charge the soup for f-f-free! ``
He would just intently gaze upon his soup, gluing his eyes upon the object that had been planted into the center of his soup. . But rather, it was more than just an ordinary object. . It was alive. He jolted by the sight of it, his heart racing as he gawked at it in terror. He instantly scooted over to the corner, shoving the bowl of soup away. `` Waiter.. `` He softly called out. No, that wasn't going to do it. . The paranormal investigator finally lifted up the volume of his own soft voice, a British accent flowing through his voice. `` Waiter! `` He cried out, following with another sentence. `` There's- there's a scorpion on my soup! it's a big one too! `` A tiny shriek came out of him as it snapped its claw, now ascending from the table.