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Posts here are 3-5 sentences!
We've got games with lots of writing, and some with little writing, so how about... m-medium?
Same as the original game!
Your character gets to say one (1) thing to the character above.
What is it?
Is it a simple insult? A small thank you? A love confession?
Ex:
OC 1: (exists)
OC 2: She was in awe as she gazed at the splendor of the first person, only able to mumble, "I love your outfit." She blushed. How embarrassing.
OC 3: "Hey! You're really smart, aren't you? Can you build this?!"
OC 4: "How dull." He turned away with a scoff and crossed his arms. He wouldn't say anything else.
Rules:
- This is an IC game! Please reply with your character's thoughts and reaction!
- Your post MUST be 3-5 sentences! Nothing more, nothing less (This includes any sentence in between dialogue!)
- Don't be mega rude or lewd.
- This is still a low effort game! Please don't write too much and don't expect a lot written back!
- You can post every two people, unless 5 days have passed.
- Follow-ups aren't required, it's up to you to decide if you want to write one or not. They don't have to be 3-5 sentences long, either.
Don't want to write a few sentences? Try out these games!
One Sentence Limit: [x]
Unlimited Sentence Limit: [x] [x]
STRIKE SYSTEM
1 strike per rule break
3 strikes = 3 day cooldown
Editing comments within 3 days of the post can remove the strike
You don't have to delete the comment unless it breaks the waiting rule, simply edit the comment into 3-5 sentences
Going 5 days without another rule break results in a strike removed
Posting in the thread when under cooldown results in a warning then a ban
With his legs crossed Roswell stared at the blue DS resting on his lap. There was a frown forming on the old-boomers face as he carefully tapped with the stylus on the lower screen, "loike this?" He asked Aaron. The nintendog barked as Roswell continued to clean him, with that stylus and a pixelated sponge in the game, his eye widened as the dog started to sparkle. "Aye, loike dat, dat's how yer do it!" he yelled at the poor teenager.
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"Oh aye!" Roswell said while also sitting down in front of I'sen. In his hands rested an old looking book, definitely stolen... To be fair it was the firs thing Roswell had stolen, which made it something special, it was the Holy book of the archbishop of Mosch, the one that tried to learn young Roswell something back when he was 9. "Well, don't wrap yer head around it too much, but it made everyone in dis world, with no particular goal or agenda in moind, it's just 'ere and it just creates thin'."
Zinnia allowed her eyelashes to flutter, combing her fingers through the elder party's unkempt hair before bunching it up in one hand. On her free hand, she stretched the hair tie and nudged it through I'sen's hair.
"There we go...doesn't that feel better? Now your hair's out of your face!"
Black gave the teen a smile as she entered the vet's office, and said, "Well, I'm sorry for catnapping your kitty, but he did seem a little under the weather, and he wouldn't go home when I told him to. It's not an issue, though, I'll pay for the visit. Anything to keep your little fur baby happy and healthy."
"Er... Yeah, it's actually relatively common. I'm not the tallest person around, though, I've seen people a lot taller than me..."
"woah!" dee took a step back. he was taller but he'd never seen such a creature such as them before. "what're you? some sort of biblical angel?" he breathed out hastily and observed stomp, taking note of their multiple eyes, sharp ears, and purple skin. "interesting."i tried so hard not to go overboard. but i think i went over 5 sentences
dee looked at dolores with a tilted head as she extended her hand. he didnt do anything but gazed at her in confusion. he laughed at her comment. "well, yes. i get that alot. i wont tell you where we come from but we exist here." he chuckled a bit "sure why not, id love a pie"
"You're a maid, is that correct?" the canine chuffed, rubbing the pads of his fingers.
"I've heard of this city where, uhm, the maids were the ones getting their feet kissed. You, ma'am, have my utmost respect."
"I told you so!" Leika said as she was jumping up and down, her entire body shaking and this massive grin on her face. "I told you I could chug 3 expressos, 3" she lifted up three fingers, "and so I did! I drank them all, you own me 2 duiten," Leika said in her coffee hype. Matcha probably didn't bet/promised anything but, okay.
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"Nah it's fine," she said with her mouth stuffed with spoiled venison. "The rot makes the meat softer you know!" Ew! Disgusting!
"I cannot believe you would eat something so disgusting..." Noel murmured, exasperatedly brushing his fingers through his disheveled hair, bewilderment prevalent in his voice if his expression was too tired to show it otherwise, "I should have just tossed that venison out, but you seem to like it. I suppose that's fine, but still, it's..."
He cringed. What if there were maggots?
"I have pork sausage, if you would rather have that." he offered, "It's so much better, sweet girl."
Noel sent a look to Fang, turning up his nose at their words, but they weren't wrong. He didn't have cash on him at the moment, nor anything of particular interest, unless they wanted a plain misericorde.
"I don't gamble anymore, and I haven't in well over ten years," he said, but honestly, considering his money situation, winning a bit extra was appealing, disregarding the risk, "I am more of the chess type, though, yes."
His eyes falling onto the game board, he leaned back with a sigh, "Ten to the winner."
Aiden stared blankly at the entity that stood in front of him. Dead or not, they still reeked of edginess, at least, in Aiden's opinion. Those dark-colored clothes, all of the jewelry they sported, those piercing red eyes—it all made Aiden internally cringe. The boy tilted his head down at Fang, bending his knees so that their gazes could meet better. The only thing Aiden muttered was:
"Mmh, looks like someone's ready for Halloween already."