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
"Here you go, Odette," Matcha stated, guiding the human's hand over to the cup he was holding. Upon ensuring that her hand was clasped around the beverage's sleeve, he let go of her hand and allowed his lips to curl into a smile.
"I don't know much about Yenereth, but isn't there any technology available where you can be able to see? Have you ever imagined what the world would be like, based strictly on your ears and touch?"
Stomp looks Matcha up and down (how can they even see? who knows? certainly not me) before flashing him a friendly-but-slightly-intimidating smile. "You! Green dog-thing! I like your style!"
Stomp stares at the Archen in awe, completely ignoring her attempts to scare them off. "Woah! Earth has birds like this?"
"A Literal bird." He peered down at Minou, quite taken aback to be confronted by a bird. "I was hoping for the other kind of "bird", but I guess I've got to make do." Benny squatted down in order to get a better angle to observe Minou. "Little bird, you've got quite the fancy look, haven't you?"
"Lucky you, sweetheart." His cold hand reached down to pet Summer's fluffy head. "Unfortunately I haven't got that luxury."
"Wow, your teeth are just like mine!" Summer squeaked. She pulled her upper lip upwards and tapped her finger against one of her fangs.
"I gotta lose both of them, because—because I'll get money and my big girl teeth!"
Jack knelt in front of Summer. Softly wrapping his heavy fur coat around the toddler. "You can take my coat, hopefully it will keep you warm," Jack said with a meek smile. "in this drizzle."
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Jack was checking his fishtraps. No succes. He was so concentrated with the snares that he didn't hear Armantine approaching him, the sudden call of his name made him turn on his heels and stare right into those dagger like eyes. He smiled, an innocent 'I crossed the border of the river, even though we promised you stayed on your side, though you really didn't care about that promises but I told you I would respect them and so I will stay on my side; which I clearly did not,' kind of smile. "Oh, I didn't expect you here, Armantine."
Zinnia stared up at the centaur; her fear seemed to have intensified more than the quavery frown plastered on her face. After taking a step back, the young girl tucked the hair covering her face behind her ear. Her eyebrows beginning to furrow, Zinnia tilted her head to look at the floor.
"Is that...better?"
14 hours have passed, claim time
"Look, I-I'm sorry if-if-if I-I was being b-blunt," the boy began, his focus remained on his lap. In a more pensive manner, Aiden furrowed his eyebrows and lifted the back of his hand up to his mouth. After a brief pause, Aiden snapped out of his daze, whipping his head over to the older woman before he gestured towards the Shellos perched nearby.
"Is-is-is that your slug? Wow, he's p-p-pretty big."
Dominiko slowly lifted Aiden's wallet out of his pocket, not even making an attempt to hide what he was doing.
"Oh, this?" Dominiko said when confronted for stealing the other's personal property. "I'm taking this so that...I can buy food for myself - you know that times are tough for me, and I often don't have enough money to make even a single trip to the grocery store. You understand, right?"
With a chuckle sounding from the back of her throat, Zinnia allowed her hands to pat the dragon's black hair. Her focus remained on her hands, which combed through the gossamer-like strands of hair.
"Ooh, you're fluffy, I think I could just—" she abruptly fell silent, examining Zynphodius's face before abruptly returning her hands onto her lap. Beginning to appear more embarrassed, she meekly muttered as she pressed her palms against her thighs:
"I'm sorry, Zyn."
Wraith sat down on a bench and rubbed the back of his neck, he could feel the aching muscles were tense and sore. Noticing someone was on the other end of the bench he turned his head and saw Zinnia sitting next to him; he gave her a small nod in greeting.
"Fancy meeting you again, been keeping yourself out of trouble I hope." He said with his usual gruff voice as he kept his one seeing eye focused on her; he did notice a few stares he got from passers by but didn't pay any mind. He really didn't care for the opinions of strangers and right now he needed to rest for a bit.
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This is so precious ^.=.^
Follow Up:
Wraith clumsily followed Roswell's lead as the older man tried to teach the shifter how to Waltz, he got into this situation when Wraith told Roswell that he has never danced in his life, and so.....here he was being taught. "Errr.....twirl?" Wraith looked confused, wait a twirl was similar to a circular dodge right? Despite his clumsy footwork in the main part of the dance, Wraith's twirl was more than elegant in nature, thanks to the many times he had to dodge attacks he was light on his feet as he did so; he wasn't sure he did it right until he saw the proud look on Roswell's face.
It was the first time Wraith had ever seen someone give him that look, it was almost like a fatherly pride, or at least what Wraith has imagined it to be like, he didn't exactly have any experience receiving that sort of look before; despite his efforts Wraith couldn't help but give the faintest trace of a one sided smile.