"Oh, hey there kitty cat! I couldn't help but overhear you worryin' about being perfect and all that. Well, I think you're perfect just the way you are." He smiles, gently patting the kitty on the head.
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
"Vampire? Serial killer???" Gareth began to feeling scared but manages to hide it. "Oh no, not today I'm outta here. I ain't becoming a victim and I doubt my guns can kill you. Nuh uh, goodbye." Gareth runs away.
NP: Sorry for no info about this guy but here's a lore to know him more.
"My, my...leading a militia with the goal to free yourselves from tyranny..." He giggled, a strange, near off-putting look of amusement glittering in his eyes. He seemed oddly cheerful, a grin growing on his face as he spoke, "How admirable, really. The perseverance of humanity is truly commendable..."
“What a striking look! The face, the outfit! Everything is simply on point! Tell me, young man--” Timothée leaned forward, forcing himself onto Kaoru's personal space. An entranced look filled his eyes, like he's stark aware yet miles away at the same time. (Every instinct in his body screamed at him to go away, leave, leave now). “--did you chose this suit yourself? Or was it someone else? I'd be more than willing to pay you if needed. I simply must know.”
⬇️ (Hehe yesss, Dead by Daylight, my beloved ♡)
“Hmm, well, it is what it is.” Timothée waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Despite the casualness of his response, his eyes sharpened at the sight of Maribelle's face, especially the scars—flaw, disfigurement, crack—running across one side of her face. In another blink, he moved his sight to the offered banana bread, and smiled; it should look genuine enough. “Much thanks, Miss Burnett! My mother has always loved these. Brings back the memories...”
(HI. dbd oc spotted sorry i'm running up to him)
"Spotlight is too much for adults in the first place -- why people think to..." Maribelle almost continued, but she caught herself before she got too sentimental, before she thought too much of their circumstances, as similar as they were. It could have been empathy, her drive to bring it up and then to shoot down the topic so quickly. We have Toddlers and Tiaras, and we have 2000s Nickelodeon. "Whatever, I don't care, not who you are or what you do, so instead... do you want banana bread."
"I know you've met my wife at least on one occasion, I do hope that she didn't inconvenience you at all?" The bot would ask, tilting her head as her antennas would follow. They'd attempt to sense any emotion coming from Maribelle but her sensors didn't seem to really work with organics, she should get that figured out. "She didn't tell me much, but seeing as you're still alive and in one piece I'd figure she saw you as tolerable!"
"Ah, I remember hearing about you! You seem rather interesting, from what I hear you're quite the ray of sunshine. And, I think your colors perfectly reflect that." He said as his ears lightly perked up a bit with some interest.
“I’d like to play sum poker against ya. Bet yer movin’ ears’nd tail are dead giveaways,” Roswell said. He gave Version a very toothy smile.
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"Friendly? How's a game loike dat friendly!" He huffed and puffed. Still... His one eye flicked between Arkadiy and his own hands. "What about we make it intrestin' with some money.......?"
^^^ "Ha. That's a given, mate. Ain't no way I'm risking my head for nothing but cheap thrills."
"I've got a better proposal: a friendly game of russian roulette. It would be rather... riveting, meeting with a man of your caliber eye to eye." The man chuckles quietly, his remaining eye shining with a glimpse of mischief.
vvv "No, I'd rather not. Not with you, that is. Can't stand the thought of you damaging that pretty face of yours by accident, you know?"
^ "...aah, isn't that a shame? I was looking for some fun." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn't help but pout, "Perhaps I'll have to go bother him instead..."
"The risk such a game offers truly is mesmerizing..." He softly laughed, his tone oddly cheery. That joyful smile of his only widened as he glanced up at Arkadiy with a seemingly thrilled look. "How about it, mm?"
v "My favourite flavour...? I can't really differentiate between them." (he...he can't taste things
"Heeey, you wouldn't mind letting me have just a glance at that stuff you've been making, would you? ..I'm no crafter like you are, but, you know, inspiration and what-not. How about we even test them out? I'd be okay with being a guinea pig!"
"Hey there, stranger, I just wanna say your skills are mighty impressive! I don't know much about the sword... if ya didn't notice, I use the pitchfork, but I don't know anyone who can just take out a bunch of people with just a single blade... I also don't know alot of sword wielders, so that might be why. Err, still, I would like to learn a thing or two from you, if ya don't mind! Maybe, with some of ya teaching, I could get better at using the pitchfork."
V "Why, sure ya can," She says, placing the pitchfork in his hands, "It's nothing too special, I'm sorry to say. The handle's just a little more flexible to make jumping around eaiser!"