*Writer's Truth or Dare activity*

It's a poll, yeah! La la la!

*sings and gets out banjo*	30.7%	[ 706 ]
^*steals banjo and smashes it*	24.0%	[ 552 ]
^Dude, you need anger management!	14.9%	[ 342 ]
^No I don't! *murders*	30.5%	[ 701 ]
Total Votes:			[ 2301 ]

[MezurashiiNeko]

kuyo

because the last guy didn't write a truth or dare
Truth: what would it be like to visit your character on death row?
Dare: Write a drug induced vision

Dreamland all around, swirling colors and blurred landscape. "What the... I... , " she swayed, felt air rushing, and grabbed at nohting. Air falling faster now. She strained her voice, threw every conscious fiber of her being towards making some sound, but all that escaped her gaping mouth was silence, as air rushed faster, faster now. Sound of flesh on metal, and all dreamland collapsed into black.

Truth: If your character knew he/she could get away with murdering their worst enemy, what would they do?
Dare: Write a scene involving your character drowning.

(MNeko)

[kuyo]

MezurashiiNeko

Truth: If your character knew he/she could get away with murdering their worst enemy, what would they do?
Dare: Write a scene involving your character drowning.

"What now," Ulysses thought as he looked around with eyes clouded by his depravation. "This foreign place, that's right, I fell through the ice. That must mean this is all water. That would explain the bouyancy. Well, I suppose I should avoid breathing." he didn't bother rising just yet; he needed some time to think anyway, and this provided the perfect excuse. "I wonder what would happen if I just stayed down here, would that be any different than if I surfaced?" His air ran short. "I suppose I'll have to continue this next time," He thought as he made his way to the ice. "I wonder where that hole is." Ulysses thought as his vision blurred beyond recognition.

Truth: What would your character do in an insane assylum?
Dare: write about the Berlin Wall as told by the wall

[x~Kalis~x]

Truth: My character would probably escape from the insane asylum by blowing off the wall. If he couldn't, he would probably wait for his Gf to come and bust him out after packin on some heat. Then it would get messy...

[emmagranger11]

can i play? smile

[emmagranger11]

Truth: my character would sneak out and leave a person that looks like them as a dummy so no one would notice their absince....

[emmagranger11]

truth: write about what your character would do if they were walking into a bank and there was a dude there robbing it

[emmagranger11]

Dare: Write about a hamster that thinks its a cat

[MezurashiiNeko]

kuyo

Truth: What would your character do in an insane assylum?
Dare: write about the Berlin Wall as told by the wall

Since I don't know much about the Berlin Wall.....

Hakura would talk her way out of it, even if it took a while. She'd befriend guards to the point of trusting her, then take advantage of that and use it to escape.

Truth: What is your character most afraid of?
Dare: Write a paragraph about your character hiding from something/someone.

(MNeko)

[laundromat passion]

Quote:

Truth: What is your character most afraid of?
Dare: Write a paragraph about your character hiding from something/someone.

dareHer heart thudded as she made light of her footsteps, the evening sunset peering through the broken rooftop. She heard his heavy breathing, the click of the gun and as she took a silent step back, a shingle tore itself from it's place and shattered on the cluttered floor.

Truth: Explain your character's strong points.
Dare: Write about your character realizing someone they trust is actually quite untrustworthy.

[Alphabetical]

dareThe mirror in the bathroom was broken. There was glass in the garbage and on the floor, and streaks of blood on the counter, smeared and erased by tears and tissue. There were droplets on the floor, too, residue on the open doorhandle and a trail on the carpet. Sitting on the floor of the kitchen, hiding her eyes from the reflection off the stove, was a girl with a half-bandaged hand and a puffy, swollen face. Between here and there was the forgotten cordless phone.

Truth: Has your character ever done drugs? Why not, or why did they stop?
Dare: Write about your character's secret ties to a/the mafia.

[lynx wings]

[Bane is on Fire!]

[orchid_elf]

i have three main character's and i think maybe two of them are in a position to run for a political office.
one is the head of the equivalent of a police force, the second is the daughter of an important governor and the last is an outcast/rebel who couldn't run even if he wanted to.
actually to be honest the only one ever likely to run would be Poppy, the governors daughter, because of their social structure.

dare: write your main characters death scene.

truth: would you ever bring a characrter back to life?

[Navenna]

I did the truth and dare from orchid_elf's post:

truth: Actually, due to how my story is set up my main character dies a few times and is "brought back" from the dead.

death scene(taken from story):The rooftop she stood on sloped steeply. Victorian style homes surrounded her, each with a feature she had never seen before. From each rooftop a tower protruded. The tower roofs were steeper than those of the houses. It took only a moment to figure out she was on the roof of one of those towers. Soon after the name of what she was standing on came to her. A contemplation tower.

It was the last thing she had read. Quickly she turned to look around. Two boys who looked dressed for a stage performance of Oliver Twist shared her roof. Beyond them a dark city seemed to float upon a calm lake. A tower rose from the city, and at the top a fire burned bright. It was all a vision from another world, one she had been reading about only moments before.

One of the boys noticed her at about the same time she noticed the floating city in the distance.

"Hey!" He said loudly, making Ryan jump. The smaller boy turned to look as well. His gaze met hers as her feet slid out from under her as she attempted to land on the slope of the roof.

Ryan had never had one of those "falling" dreams, but she imagined they would be nothing like really falling. It was at least a four-story drop to the ground. She hit her hip hard on the roof of the house and rolled off. For a few seconds that felt dragged into minutes, she fell.

Later on, she couldn't remember the impact. She could remember everything else, but not hitting the ground. The road had been made of bricks, and she was just about to hit it when she closed her eyes. And then there was nothing.


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Dare: Write a descriptive passage about a vampire making a kill without using synonyms /metaphors /similes for dark, black, red, or blood.

Truth: Do you ever really finish what you start?