The game (if that's what you'd call it I guess) is pretty self-explanatory. Just paste whatever you currently have copied on your clipboard! If you don't have anything, then I think your most recent Internet search will do.
Rules:
+ Wait 2 posts before posting again unless 24 hrs+ have passed.
+ I know that you could have anything copied on your clipboard, but try to keep it all PG-14 or below.
+ Don't make fun of what someone had copied on their clipboard. That's just rude.
+ It's okay if what you have copied is something like advertising. Just don't use it as an advantage.
+ Not really a rule, but feel free to say a little something (or a fun reply) I guess lol
Have fun!
I was in the middle of writing, so it's this lmao :")
Just leave it to me to bloat this thread lmfao
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One could practically see the stars shining in Feyaire's eyes as she approached, giddy with excitement.
"How'd ye do that?!"
The half-elf said, awash with enthusiasm at having found another magic user.
"R' you a sorcerer too? A wizard, maybe? I heard they study here in Lumivaara - or maybe a warlock?" The excitable magician lowered her voice and continued in a whisper, "Don't worry, I won't be tellin' on ya." She finished with a conspiratorial wink, toothy grin and all.
The loose earth caught her eye, and the distraction stopped her questioning in it's tracks as she knelt down to feel it with the tips of her chilled fingers. It was soft, thick, and vaguely damp. Somehow, even someone as terrible at gardening as Fey knew this to be fine dirt. It reminded her of the dirt her mother had at home, at the feet of her own plants. She began the task of collecting the loose soil in her new pot, shovelling it inside carefully, a handful at a time. The muddied adventurer sifted through it, and threw out any rocks she found - not because she knew it was the right thing to do, but for fear it would scratch her nice little pot.
Fey carried out the task with uncharacteristic gentleness, for when it came to her mother - everything she did was quite unlike her. For this dungeoneer, her mother was her the only family she had left; and Fey treasured her more than anything or anyone else. It was a sentiment that would always reflect in the words she spoke and the actions she took. For some reason, most were embarassed to express love for ones parents - but Feyaire never had such reservations. So, she continued sifting through the dirt with a resolute determination.
After she was satisfied with the quality and the amount of soil collected, Fey stood back up, and turned to her friend, once again thrilled at how her gift was coming along.
"What now?"
The freckled half-elf queried without meeting her eyes, too enthralled by the stout terracotta pot in her arms to look away.