"That's not soup. You literally said it, it's 'Goup'. Must have been a typo putting in your order."
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"Waiter, I can't believe I have to say this, there's a T-shirt in my soup."
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!
“My hand was cold, the soup is warm, my hand is no longer cold. Duhhhh”
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“Waiiiitttteerrrrrrr!!!!!! Why is there an eye in my soup- OMG IT JUST BLINKED”
"Looks like Eye owe you a new soup! Eh?
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"Waaaaaiterrrr, oh waiiiiiiiter~!!!! Why is there a rose in my soup?
" o-oh? A.... A sponge? Whatever was I thinking... Are you... Are you sure I did this?" Val takes the bowl with distaste and tries to recollect his last memories. Nothing comes to his mind. Did he... Purge his memories while cooking and made that big a mistake? He was embarassed. He could never forgive himself for leaving a sponge inside winston's soup.
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"Waiter, is there... Water in that soup?"
“I’m sorry, is there not supposed to be water in soup? In the broth?”
//calabaza not getting that the liquid is more than just water unlike the soup given (presumably)
“Waiter, why is there a mouse in my soup?”
"What!??" Hawthorne almost shouted. the being teetered over as fast as his unsteady legs could carry him.
"SHIT!.. Chrona is.... ahem, there seems to be a mix up in the kitchen. I must remind the chef that not everyone wants to eat mice... my apologies.." He managed to mumble. like that the soup was whisked away, presumably to be replaced as Hawthorne muttered angerly
"excuse me, waiter! Why the fuck is there a tormented soul in my soup?!!"
Kokabiel laughed at the patron, pushing the soup closer to him. "It's supposed to be here. Tormented souls have a rich flavor, and their fear and torment brings out the best in the soup's over all body." He smirked a dark, hollow smirk. "Try some won't you? I'm not letting you go until you do..."
Waiter, there seems to be teeth in my soup...