“Hey, it’s you again. I just wanted to ask...why did you hit me with a broom last time? If I’d planted drugs in your coffee shop, or spiked your coffee, then I would understand, but...come on, man. That’s not cool.”
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
The old man stared at him from a long time. Only his occasional blinking let the other party know that he was in fact still alive. "Wait, you're serious?" The makeshift detective asked. "No, thanks I have to decline."
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"Sh-sheep I think they rather, tas, nice," Jack said as he placed his hands in the deep pockets of his furcoat. He smiled, a bit bittersweet at Yuè dreams, knowing that he couldn't leave this village, this valley. Traveling with his condition was just, to dangerous, too much to take in account. "I support you brother, please send me letters when you travel. They can function as windows to a world I can never explore."
"The academic world is a dangerous place, isn't it? Scholars such as ourselves think it's best to stick together, but then..." Flavio clicked his tongue, a frown settling on his face as he looked down upon the younger man, supposing that Yuè wasn't much of a threat as he once thought. Alas, the sciences were often looked down upon -- the so-called progressive northerners even had their setbacks placed in regards to it. At least he had his wife.
"I assumed you liked to spar," he added, changing the subject, "It's good to combine body and mind."
Flavio leaned towards the cat, unflinching as she nibbled on the top of his foot. Poor Tortellini. We don't know how often Flavio goes to the spa.
"Aren't you such a sweet thing?" he cooed at her, holding the back of his hand out towards her to allow her to sniff at it, "Leg or no leg -- cats are quite adaptable... Not like you wouldn't know that, hm?"
Letting out a loud trill, Tortellini seated herself next to the older man.
"Yang, yang, ya-ang?" the feline yowled before biting at his foot. Her amputated nub tapped against his leg as she began to rub her body against him.
Sanguine approached Brown yet again with a slight grin on his face. "Hello again, Brown, how are you this evening? I'm still not here to hurt you, so save the threats for someone else. I just want to see how you are today, and perhaps have a better conversation that doesn't involve threats."
Sanguine gave Saffron a small smile. "Oh yeah? Well, you're my best friend too!" he said, "But, go ahead and tell me what's on your mind."
"Heh, you're my best friend," the feline slurred, abruptly jabbing a finger in Sanguine's chest. She slammed her bottle back on top of the table and blinked slowly.
"Mmmmh, you know what? I got something eating me. Can you lend me your ears?"
"You remind me of a yokel who's just married into a noble family -- suddenly, you're thinking you're the golden shits in a king's waste bucket, and it's embarrassing to the rest of them." Noel drawled out, his eyes steady on the cat-woman, his mutilated hand tapping on the surface of the table before him.
"I can feel sorry for you -- or, I would, if there just wasn't that little thing." he added, his lips pulled back into a sneer, "Golden shits and what-not. At least you're a cat! Cats are always endearing."
Noel settled himself before I'sen, quietly regarding the other man, listening to him prattle on about tournaments and what not -- whether he was interested or not, though, was hard to tell, as his eyes remained dark and half-lidded whenever he glanced back at I'sen.
"My condolences to the woman." Noel that's your grand-niece... Actually, it was probably a good thing he remembered so little about Melantha's debutante, because then he would try and beat the shit out of I'sen. "I'm not much of a tournament fighter anymore, though, and honestly I can't recall the last one I've been in -- I was thirty, maybe? Either way... Good luck to you, I suppose."
Grabbing at the edges of I'sen's coat, Penelope allowed her eyelashes to flutter as she maintained her stare at it. She began to shake the edges, her smile growing wider as she watched how the fabric move along with the janky tugging that she did.
"Wow," the toddler stated as soon as she stopped shaking the coat.
"Why does your...uh...your coat have a tail?"
(Pre hospice! Welcome back Kiushhu..) (^ GHFGHLKh ;-; I love their interactions)
Kiushhu strode up carefully, cheerful demeanor as they hopped up on the bench near the woman, keeping far enough to keep from being uncomfortable.
With a tilt of their head and adjusting their mask carefully, the uberhero took in the soft wind along the path and sighed contently.
"Evening, Smith," They smiled under their mask, "I do value our conversations, so it is nice to see you here."
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(Yoo!!! so good to see you and Cecili again <3)
With a chuckle, the hero departed from the hug, adjusting their stance with a swift tilt of the head. Did this poor woman ever take a proper break? Oh-- Kiushhu already knew the answer, trust them.
"My, my," Their eye creased a little in amusement under their mask, "Seems like someone is exhausting herself again, hm? Come, let's relax a little my friend."
"Being the daughter of a headmaster would make anyone assume you were... intelligent, I suppose," Odette said to Cecili, "It is difficult to know that your life is controlled by your family's reputation..."
The older woman paused, running her fingers through her hair, her lips quirked into a frown. "You are capable on your own, however, as a woman of knowledge." she added, "You are as one would expect, and that isn't a terrible thing -- your expectations are the most positive anyone can ask from you."
Odette didn't like feeling helpless, but she supposed aid was a necessity -- still, she had to hold back a frown as her hand was guided towards her beverage. Silently, she took a long sip of her coffee, and at his question, well... she actually frowned this time.
"No, I haven't imagined what it would be like," she droned, "Nor do I think I would try to. There are things in this life that cannot be fixed, and this is one of them." Alas, if she were born two thousand years earlier, she would have the option to, but instead... the 5990s suck.