The teenager began nervously wringing her hands as she stared at the much older man that stood in front of her.
"I don't appreciate how you're talking to me. Please, just leave me alone...I said I wanted to be alone. Hey, don't touch me!"
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
"You give. Land. And. Hope." Hayes lifted his hand, his fingers except his thumb dangling in his poor attempt at replicating M. Pourife's thumbs up.
As the oversized crow that he was, Roswell hopped a wee bit closer. If he could ruffle his feathers, the man would, but the crow feathers that served as his fur collar didn't move.
"Aren't yer a freaky little fellow," Roswell mused.
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Roswell blinked a couple times before a sly smile made itself master over his lips. "Are yer flirtin' with me sweetcakes?" He asked while care fully creeping a bit closer and holding the hand that stroke his cheek. " cause it's working, " he said, after being called a fool and a sun/son of a bitch several times in a row. What a weirdo.
Summer let out a giggle as she clapped her hands. She stepped up to the violet-haired god and grinned.
"Do it again, do it again! You're super duper funny; I like you a lot."
Ciri circles around Summer checking her out from all sides, then hovers slightly above her and pets her on the head
Pets and hugs can heal people. so can magic, but that's expensive. Besides, with magic, I don't get to pet the prettiest pup in town
(I'm sorry, there isn't much to work with yet. Just try to do something from the image ^_^)
"Seeing you makes me think of more childish days... literally, you know, back during the war, back when I was a young woman." Sable paused, rubbing at her bumpy, pockmarked chin. "I like to think I've calmed down, though, and become more serious. My family needs a serious political figure these days-- not saying you do, of course. You're just a young man, as fierce and fighty as any other."
Despite the glare that Sable has flashed at the cat, Macaroni still decided to warily approach her. The cream-colored cat sniffed at the air before deciding to claw at one of the trees. Upon noticing the human's feet, Macaroni flinched. The feline let out a hiss—her gums bared—before shuffling out of the yard.
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this cat is a psychopath, go all out
“It seems that I’m not the only one who can’t stand the cold. I know how you feel, this one time-“
Rəşad was about to say something, but he ended his sentence abruptly as the memories of what happened in Alaska occupied his mind for a brief moment.
“Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
"Not 'alf as badl 'é, for a auld paddy loike me," Roswell said. He smiled smugly while presenting a small package too the younger party. "Jist loike yer ordered, dat wee diamond av dat 'political' enemy av yers," he said. Almost regretting giving that diamond away.
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Roswell smiled when he saw the Scottish Fold trotting his way. He knelt down and softly rubbed her headbutting cheeks again, with a friendly laughter. "Dat reminds me," he told the cat, "I got somethin' for ye," Roswell said as his hands searched his pocket. Plucking a small strip of dried salmon,definitely stolen, for the cat, his new friend, to eat.
Though he left too soon the last time the two crossed paths, Tortellini had no hard feelings against the thief. As soon as she crossed paths with him again, Tortellini abruptly hobbled over to Roswell and let out an onslaught of jarringly loud meows. After the Scottish Fold butted her head against his leg, she lifted her head up to his fingers. She began to lick them, occasionally pausing to chew on them and rub her head against them. New friends are always nice, at least in Tortellini's opinion.