The goal of this game is to come up with something deep and/or emotionally moving using only one word as a prompt.
for example, if I post "Teeth" as the prompt, the next person can write something about how sharks never get visited by the tooth fairy or something. then the same person has to write their own one word prompt for the person below them.
Here we go. The cheers of joy only made things worse. Fear was the only thing that came to mind when the long, wooden pole was set before it. This is how it ends, huh? The stick was raised, casting a shadow over the colorful party decoration. It wished to look away, to not see what would be come of it. But it couldn't. It's eyes glued open, terror searing through the pinata. With a violent whistle of air, the bat came down over the object. BANG. No more was the pinata. the only trace of it ever existing was the fragments of it's shell, and the candy splayed about on the cold floor. Children running for the candy, not even taking a moments thought to consider what had just occurred. A brutal and cold-blooded murder committed, indeed.
Onions have layers of sadness. Every time you cut into one, it cries as well, because it knows that it can never make anyone laugh, or smile.. It can only make people cry.
Okay.. It will always be just a laundry basket. We just suffocate them with our clothes and then leave them alone, stuck in silence, in solitude, in isolation, in seclusion.. The laundry basket will always just be sat in the corner of the room, taken for granted.
Always coughing up the gas. the smoke clogged the senses. No one could breathe. Countless deaths each year. everything's so dull. There's no escape. E v e r.
They have feelings too.. still, nobody cares if they are torn from their friends and family, injured, mass murdered or slaughtered in brutal ways. Due to this, every 2nd grass is suffering from severe, crippling depression, and their cries for help remain yet unheard. make america green again
//omg now this brings back some heavy flashbacks of the time we had to do a group presentation about the cruelty against grass. this was literally the stuff I had to write about..
The two lovebird socks never saw each other again after laundry day. They couldn't live without each other. The socks were manufactured together like twin siblings, and now that they are separated, they are nothing.
Socks, no one cares what they feel. They are there to mask the scent of your feet, crushed against people's feet and the floor. AND, some people separate them from their S.O. (pair of socks) and mismatch them! Whatever will happen next?
Their screams couldn't be heard. It was no use. As the utensil pressed harder and more painfully onto the paper, unheard, pain-stricken screeches tore the air. Even worse, sharp blades would pierce the skin all the time. There's no escape to this hell. They're stuck. Forever.
blackmailchan: wai wai i see youuuu
Sept 21, 2015 18:06:33 GMT
blackmailchan: reav if you get on and see this- no the pelt has not been made yet- you can go ahead and make one!
Sept 21, 2015 18:07:41 GMT
blackmailchan: and also if u want to animate something i still have the scorpion who needs a little bit of redoing but is rigged to be animated and already has a few animations on it too
Sept 21, 2015 18:10:29 GMT
blackmailchan: hes linked in the to do list for u
Sept 21, 2015 18:10:51 GMT
Nøwαι: Blackie, I see you tooo! :'D
Sept 21, 2015 18:59:41 GMT
Nøwαι: This is black magic.
Sept 21, 2015 18:59:47 GMT
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blackmailchan: i love skype : - )
Sept 21, 2015 20:44:59 GMT
blackmailchan: im gonna keep this up in case skype fucks up a third and final time
Sept 21, 2015 20:46:09 GMT
blackmailchan: oo theres some people online in the game today too : 0 ! woa
Sept 21, 2015 20:50:22 GMT
Deleted: yells at own ass
Sept 21, 2015 21:11:59 GMT