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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
"Ah, can you please tell me about the tailor of your coat?" He asks. "It is a marvelous piece of clothing. With such fine details too."
"Oh," a soft exclamation, a tilted head. "We have the same name. Do people ask you what it's short for, too? I've had to admit I just liked the sound of Xander instead of there being any meaning or longer form to those who asked, several times..."
v "Ah," She fidgets in place, then tries to still her fingers by folding them on her lap. "A song?" The part of her that sees a stranger feels wary, caged in with the urge to escape. A smaller part, ever-curious, is intrigued. "...If you want."
"I feel like I never meet people my own age these days..." Joab looked Xander over for several moments, intrigued, and placed his chin in the palm of his hand. "You don't seem like much of a talker, but that's quite alright. Humor me for a while, at least, won't you? Here -- I'll play you a song, just to keep the mind awake."
Finnel isn't exactly certain on what to make of Joab. But, if they're here, he supposes he could try meeting on common grounds, rather than leaving this matter as awkward as it already is.
"I've heard that you like to play music?" He hesitates, his psychic extensions tensing with the action, but he presses on. "I'd like to hear you, if you don't mind that..."
"You know I often wonders why bards never tried using magic." She took a small sip of her tea and sighed, relaxing back into her chair and offering a polite, if a bit emotionless, smile to Finnel. "Despite the dangers of...whatever you are doing. I admit your music is something that has never touched my ears in my long life"
"Glad Mandy found someone. You compliment her well. You, being great with your words, and you are less emotional." He meant bratty, but he wasn't going to call Mandragora a brat in front of her lady.
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He just grunts. As sweet as bucket was. Marcus did not like robots and androids. He couldn't trust them.
"So would you say your leadership role was tossed upon you or did you think you fell into it rather easily?" The bot would ask, gently trotting alongside him while taking mental notes about his body language, expression and just trying to gauge the overall vibe of their interaction. "I'm not one for violence but I presume it's a heavy influence and maybe even interest in your daily life?" Bucket would give a small head tilt and her expression would soften as an attempt to not be taken as judgemental, since the last thing she would want is for this interaction to turn south.
Haywood tilted his head left and right, having a very difficult time making sense of the... creature? Object? Woman? The thing before him. He blinked slowly, as though trying to process this as best as he could. But he had never seen anything quite like this before in his life. He kept his hands to himself, but his eyes seemed to be all over the poor robot.
"... Haywood must have drunk more than he thought," he muttered to himself, still gawking at the mechanical person with overly large, very perplexed eyes. "He is seeing things. He must be seeing things. Yes, yes, Haywood should... go to bed."
"Poor man, controlled by so many things and left with near nothing... except for hope. Isn't that admirable? Not many would stay standing in your position. Maybe I can help you one of these days. Then again, maybe you won't need it."
There is something critical in Slythos' gaze as he observes this being, and the Dreameater simply rolls his eyes, as if Kaine was worth nothing in the end.
"I have seen many of your kind, practically no different from the rest. Omnicidal beings, who seek destruction as a way to lash out. You might as well be cut from the same cloth, considering how identical your motivations and methods are."
"Oooo, you can control nightmares? Does that mean if I had a nightmare, you can use it battle and such? Or is your defiention of a nightmare more... wide, and it isn't just limited to dreams? Oh, wait, you can also see my subconscious, can you tell me what it looks like... if it even looks like anything at all?“
V “Ah, don’t frey about Cecilia and I! We’re both quite small, so any tree, rock or hole in the house will do just fine under stormy weather!”
"Thunderstorms... are bothersome, aren't they? It is difficult to sleep through the night when the spring storms rage -- and rage they do, like you would never believe. I think I'm lucky not to live close to the sea. But, what of you? I hope you and your companion can easily find shelter..."
Takes her hand and places her hand on a heart shape box. "Miss Oh Dettie, Rylex heard it be yo birthday. Rylex made you a shepherd's pie wit his own hands." Unaware she did not enjoy meat and the pie was just awfully made, because Rylex made it himself. "Rylex is super proud of dis one, perhaps Rylex n his Miss Oh Dettie can eat it together?"
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"Ohhh shit. Yo Rylex ain't bout to meet his maker today. You stay dere, n Rylex gon go over dere. Perhaps if yo wait until Easter or some, the bunny will come back."