*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 ]

[Thistle Butterfly]

Dare (note: decided to combine the last two dares into one) :

Andy wakes up to a strange man in his bed with a camera crew standing nearby.

Bubba: Rise and shine sleepy head. It's time to greet the morning.

Andy: What the...who the Hell are you? And why is there a camera crew in here?

Bubba: My name is Bubba, and I'm the spokesman for Myer's Cleaning Home Company. We came over because of this flattering letter you wrote about our product...

Andy: What?! Either I'm having a really messed up dream, or you are going to have to leave before I call the cops.

Bubba: Now wait, before you do anything drastic just hear us out...

Andy: That's it, I'm calling the cops. (Reaches for phone)

Bubba: Wait a second, wait a second. Don't you recognize me?

Andy: No.

Bubba: You know. I'm Bubba. (Andy stares at him blankly) You know, the Bubba. Bubba the Scrubba. From the Myer's cleaning commercial. (Bubba starts singing jingle) "If those dirty windows are getting you down, and those nasty dishes are giving you a frown, just call Bubba the Scrubba today, and he'll clean your dirty problems away. Bubba the Scrubba products in association with Myer's Cleaning Home Company." See that's my face on the product. (Bubba holds up bottle and smiles in similar way to face on the product)

Andy: (pause) Am I being Punk'd?

Bubba: No, sir. This is no joke. You are currently starring in real live commercial.

Andy: Why are you filming a commercial from my house?

Bubba: Well, it worked for the Burger King folks.

Andy: That commercial wasn't a real situation. A guy in a big giant king costume didn't actually show up and break into people's homes. Those people were just actors.

Bubba: (points at Andy) He thinks those people were just actors. (Bubba and camera crew laughs) No, but see we're here because out of the thousands of letters...

Andy: (in a skeptical tone) Thousands of letters?

Bubba: Ok, more like hundreds... (Andy raises an eyebrow) Ok, more like 50 (pause) 10? (pause) Would you believe me if I said 5? Well, out of all the letters we received complimenting our product, yours impressed us the most. In fact, I'm going to read it right now... (Bubba smiles at camera) "Dear Myers Cleaning Home Company, I absolutely love your product. Every morning, I go downstairs to wash the dishes with Bubba the Scrubba Dishwashing Soap. The scent of daffodils and lavender just brightens up my day, and relaxes me before I have to go off to a stressful day at work. Thank you once again for making such a wonderful product. Keep up the good work. Sincerely yours, Matt Fickleman." So, that's why we're here. To watch you start your new day with our very own Bubba the Scrubba Dishwashing Soap.

Andy: Ok, let me get this straight, you break and enter unannounced...

Bubba: Actually we didn't exactly break in. Your landlady Lorraine let us in. She's actually a very sweet woman...

Andy: However, you got in here, you decided that this stupid strategy of welcoming someone in bed without prior notice was a good idea...

Bubba: Stupid strategy! We got the idea from Burger King, and I'll have you know that they're doing very well for a company...

Andy: All you did was copy another company's advertising strategy. And what sort of idiots couldn't tell that Burger King commercial had actors in it?They were just acting!

Bubba: Oh please. Commercials don't use actors.

Andy: Yes, they do! And your product sounds stupid anyways. Who picks a spokesman named Bubba anyways?

Bubba: Hey! My mother gave me that name. And our product happens to be very popular in hotels in the Balkan Islands, so I think that we do know what we're doing...

Andy: And furthermore, who the Hell is Matt Finkleman?

Bubba: Why that's your name, silly. (pause) Isn't it?

Andy: No!

Bubba: This is 402 N. Main Street, correct?

Andy: No, this 204 N. Main Street, and my name is Andrew Holden. Not Matt Finkleman.

Bubba: Oh, sorry. My mistake. But you know, while we're here, could we interest you in some Bubba the Scrubba dish washing soap? It's Myer's Home Cleaning Company's finest product.

Andy: No! Get of my bed and get the Hell out of my house! (Andy pushes Bubba and camera crew towards door)

Bubba: How about some laundry detergent? Or some window cleaner? We have a great assortment of products for all your household cleaning needs.

Andy: No, I don't want any of your stupid products.

Bubba: Well, at least just smell the dish washing soap? Doesn't that aroma of daffodils and lavender remind you of a meadow in Spring? (Bubba holds dish soap under Andy's nose)

Andy: I said, I don't want your product, now get...(Andy sniffs dish soap) Hmm...that does smell good. But you're going to have to get out of my house now.

Bubba: Well, could you at least take the product and use it, and report on how good it was later?

Andy: No! Get out! (Andy slams door on Bubba and camera crew)

Bubba: Well, that didn't go as expected. (Bubba faces and addresses camera crew) You did get the part where he said it smelled good right? (Camera man nods) Great! We've got ourselves a commercial.

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Truth - Someone decides to make a movie about your main character. Who plays your main character in the movie of their life? (You can cast as many characters as you want)

Dare - The characters in your story now star in a reality TV show, any reality TV show (Survivor, the Bachelor, Real World, Biggest Loser, Cops, Project Runway, American Idol, etc.) Describe what happens, how your characters react, and who gets voted off first.

[Pierre42]

Truth:

Oassu Selphirost played by Young Leonardo Di Caprio (Like the Quick and the Dead young)

Itaka Makorski: Dalip Singh Rana.

Kimino: Laurence Fishburne

Truth: Is your character paired with anyone? If so who and how did they get together

Dare: Your character(s) is transported to the real world, how would they react and where would they go?

[-Stadium-Arcadium-]

Kathryin; vampire



Truth
At present Kath is with Andrew. And I love their background.
Both of them were trapped in a cave, and ironically Kath hadn't fed before that. It's kind of obvious that Andrew really cares for Kath. He offers her his blood. And from that point, they begin kissing.

A pretty crappy summary of that chapter... Lol.



Truth: Your character has just met a woman named John. How long does it take him/her to figure out that something's not right?

Dare: Describe what would happen if your character met a transvestite?

[D_Marx]

Truth: Twelve seconds. That's the time it would take for cordial chit-chat, the mentioning of common interests, and finally introductions. :3

TRUTH: Your character hasn't killed anyone recently, has he/she?
DARE: Demi Moore just burst into your character's house, guns blazing and scantily clad. Describe how your character handles her. twisted

[LittleLilyKitty]

Truth: It depends of what you mean by recently. Several years ago, Shintoko did kill her fiancee's brother who was holding her as capture and tried to rape her. Now, she lives and works in a ryokan (japanese inn) and hopes that the gang (where the man she killed was in) doesn't find her.

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Truth: What is the worst punishment your character has committed after doing a crime?
Dare: Your most sympathetic character has just did the worst crime he/she could ever imagine. Write the scene of the crime and his/her reactions after it.

[D_Marx]

Truth: What is the worst punishment your character has committed after doing a crime?

Dana was subjected to being a lackey for the government, being taken away from computers altogether and forced to turn in her friends/cohorts in a manner of time. She was resistant but they wore her down.

[Vro]

((Erm, you didn't leave anything for the next person))

[Chrono Crow]

Then... I guess I'll ignore D_Marx and just continue the chain....

It's not common practise to use the turn of phrase "punishment that -name- has committed",
usually because that suggests that the character having caused the crime is actually
the one to enact the punishment on his or herself, instead of a court of law or other third-party.

Truth: It's actually an awkward thing for me, but one of my characters self-mutilated while she was in shock after realizing she'd brutalized someone to near death.

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TRUTH: How much contrast is there to one of your characters on his/her best day, contrary to on his/her worst day? (Describe the attitudes/atmospheres?)

DARE: Familiar faces, similar sentience, but a world so radically different that it blows the mind. This isn't merely a step through the mirror to an opposite reality. This is another universe entirely, with a whole new kaleidoscope hierarchy of life forms. Your character lives in this strange universe, and it's up to you to tell us what he/she sees.

[BlackStar_Hanyou]

I'd post at that dare, but it's entirely too easy for me. I'll only do it if this thing dies again.

[Vro]

Taking the dare.

---

The Mourning Tyrant was dead.
The Scourge had risen, but before he could even realize his purpose, he'd fallen.
The cataclysm had already taken place, yet the desired product never emerged from the flood of shape, color, and reverie.
The angels and their Deity had forsaken this place. Upon their day of departure, the world ceased to exist.

And yet, there Vuro stood in the middle of it, desperately trying to quell a revolution that had consumed everything the eye could see. She stood at the peak of a castle carved out of a granite chateau, her silhouette pasted against thick cloud cover which had prevented the sun's emergence for months on end. To the clamoring chaos below, she cried, "Basinoir is DEAD! You cannot rebel against a tyrant who is DEAD!"

But who would listen to a complete stranger? The leaders of the revolt shook the castle's foundation at the bottom without even attempting to reason. If they were able to break in, they planned to torture and slaughter Vuro, much to her dismay. Fully aware to this, she shouted to the horrific woman behind her, "They won't listen! What do you expect me to do if they won't even lend me their ears?!"

The woman, whose lower half had been replaced by the head of hellish monument, answered serenely, "Then perhaps you must take more affirmative action." It was not the shockingly beautiful upper-half that spoke, but the monument. "With your parasite, you have the power. It is time for you to do your part by casting your cowardly half aside."

The parasite, Kasseh-Kannah, eyed Vuro with the usual profound indifference. "All I require is a host," He reminded, "and my qualities are yours." As he spoke, the castle began to quake and the crowd below became increasingly violent due to the front doors finally beginning to crumble. With sure death being the only other option, Vuro took the parasite into her body. Though at first she began to decay, the rot came to a halt before the infection became gangrenous. As she inherited Kannah's outstanding features, his freakish claws, cord-like tentacles, and pearly skin, she leapt from the castle rooftop. At the bottom, Vuro's headstrong determination remained, but the parasite's thirst for blood is what ultimately took over in the end.

...And only two hours later, the hostility subsided. The inhabitants of this cursed land allowed their rage and loathing to fade as the truth set in. Basinoir, a man who'd ruled for 300 years by dividing his heart in two, was gone. By separating his soul from the bindings of his body, yet keeping it caged inside his divided heart, he could never truly part this world. While Vuro dismissed this science as outrageous fiction, the facts of Basinoir's false "immortality" are what made the people of this world understand (after a great deal of bloodshed, of course). Regardless of his incredible lifespan, he'd failed to lead the Scourge to his destined history. While this made absolutely no sense to Vuro, the malformed woman informed Vuro, as well as the rest of the sector, this was the reason she would take the old Tyrant's place.

"...I'm what?" Vuro gasped in disbelief as the townspeople erupted into hysterics.

"You must take the Mourning Tyrant's niche." The woman's monument half commanded firmly. "You are not lost, Vuro. Only those who cross the Field of Lilies are those that come here with purpose. The rest...The rest perish before they ever arrive."

How could that be logical at all?! Vuro, who'd become dreadfully lost somewhere between Warsaw and Dresden, was only trying to get to Berlin, her home. She'd found a field of lilies and daisies along the way, but only crossed that plane figuring civilization would be somewhere on the other end! "I don't want to be a nuisance, but I just wanted to sleep in my own bed again..." Vuro replied quietly, not wishing to enrage the demonic monument. "I had no idea where that field led to."

"No one does." The monument half countered swiftly. "It is the same with everyone who inhabitants this world. No one came here because they desired to. Everyone is bound to this place by history."

"I don't believe in destiny." The parasite interjected suddenly. Though Vuro feared Kannah would upset the freakish woman, her upper half only smiled.

"And neither do I." the monument said. "But there is always history. History is inevitable."

---

Truth: Which character is your most inconsistent (Personality wise. Ex: Your character is said to half of soft demeanor, but they become embarrassingly rowdy and crude in certain portions of your story/scheme of things) and how/why are they that way?

Dare: World War II...Certainly one of the most celebrated wars of our time. Write a scene in which your character is forced to join the side they oppose most. (Ex: If you've got a passive character who hates aggressors, confront them with the Axis Powers)

[OrangeHotaru]

Quote:

Truth: Which character is your most inconsistent (Personality wise. Ex: Your character is said to half of soft demeanor, but they become embarrassingly rowdy and crude in certain portions of your story/scheme of things) and how/why are they that way?

I feel like a wimp for not taking dare, but I feel the obligation to research WWII first (As I always do with historical stories)

Anyways, I'd say that definitely has to be Hotaru. In the beginning of her life, she's a curious, unemotional little girl. In her teens, she becomes outspoken and daring due to her neglected life in an orphanage. Then, in her adult life, she realizes her childhood passed her by and she becomes withdrawn into what I like to call "desparate innocence." Strangely, she becomes an actress.


Truth: How do you choose names for your characters?
Dare: Write about the morning routine of a popular Supervillain.

(Psst, pick dare, its the only one I care about)

[D_Marx]

[[Eternally sorry, guys. I was a gimp. You'd think after four years it'd be like clockwork. -_-;;; Moving on to something more productive on my part. . . ]]

Dare:

Cassie was staring at a door floating in the darkness with her. She knew she'd just been on the sidewalk talking to herself in that matter-of-fact tone, trees everywhere and people. Just people. This was not home. She doubted this was even on her plane of existence. The air didn't feel stale or humid, not even dusty, but darkness had a way of changing what we thought of our feeble mind traps.

A moan came from behind her and she maneuvered--really hard when you're floating--to see a misty shape. The darkness didn't touch her, and that was a surprise as well. One word stuck out in her mind, like she'd been talking to this mist. Gottula. The word made no sense to her in the language she knew, but somehow the word 'urn' fell into her mind.

She moved back to where the door was, and a pang of fear burned her nerves when it was no longer there. Looking around, thinking it might be someplace else in her sights, she was--to say the least--disappointed to find nothing around her, not even the mist. Tears threatened to fall but Cassie wasn't sure whether she'd be able to do anything here to help herself out.

That's when the voices started. Her eyes almost drifted shut when she realized she was staring out into a starless black field with no light in her sight. She may as well have been blind. But the voices didn't stop, and nobody appeared before her again. The sound became louder, each person fighting for dominance in her presence. Lips trembling, Cassie looked around more to see if there was anything resembling a portal out of this terrible place. Her eyes widened when she realized there was nothing to escape from, not even herself. She screamed.

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TRUTH: Your character has just killed someone important. Was it by accident or was it planned and why?
DARE: Fighting can be a very dangerous past time if you're in the wrong frame of mind. Write a fight scene where your character is distracted by hunger.

[Vro]

Taking the dare again. :3

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"********, I'm really beginning to hate the British!" Vuro screamed to the parasite beside her as they both ran for cover. "Those ******** should be retreating or something, shouldn't they? They're clearly out-AAAAAAH!" A stray bullet wizzed past Vuro's ear, only missing her a few inches. After wiping her brow and catching her breath, she continued, "...Outnumbered. Even the French have more sense! They've been staying clear of this battalion!"

"That would be because they know something is very abnormal with this particular battalion." Kasseh-Kannah explained as unconcerned as usual. "They've seen Wilm and Rudolph up close. After five seconds of witnessing those two in action, you'd have to be blind not to realize they aren't human. If I were to make an inference, I'd say the British haven't seen much of them, which is quite a shame."

In the past, Wilm, Rudolph, and many of Germany's other "gifted and very talented soldiers" had made an effort only to use their supernatural abilities when necessary in order to avoid their existence becoming global knowledge. But, as of late, Rudolph had begun using his powers as a scare tactic, and a very successful one at that. Though she liked the idea of the opposing side fleeing in terror, she continued to make sure neither she or Kanna never became a well-known problem, and she wished Rudolph and Wilm would do the same once more. "A shame?" She repeated. "As far as I'm concerned, it's a GOOD thing the Brits aren't seeing much."

"Mmm." Kannah mumbled. "I disagree." Unfortunately for Vuro, Kasseh-Kannah was eager to send the British packing, and by that, he proposed that they do a little fighting themselves (after all, they were merely scouts). After a quiet argument, Vuro reasoned that Kasseh-Kannah could go alone if he really wanted to scare their enemies away.

"But..." He opposed hesitantly. "I...need your body."

"Why?" Vuro countered immediately. "You can still do things on your own, can't you?"

For the first time in ages, Kannah frowned. "Yes, but...Excuse how terrible my timing is, but I'm hungry. I can sustain myself off of your life force without having to worry about hunger as a distraction."

"Gimme a break!" Vuro exclaimed. "I'll bet more than half of those guys out there are starving to death, but they're still going strong! Don't be weenie!" Disgusted by Vuro's use of the word "weenie," the parasite took off, leaving Vuro to observe from a distance with a pair of binoculars.

With a good set of shark-like teeth and an even greater set of tentacles, the British were certainly surprised by Kasseh-Kannah, to say the least. At first, the parasite was very elegant and tidy with his work, making sure to take each soldier down with a precise, yet non-lethal blow. After a while, however, he became more brutal with his work and seemed...Saggy, as if he were about to collapse. Huh, he must be more famished than I thought. Vuro figured. Well, he'll come back when it becomes too extreme.

It wouldn't be that simple. Kasseh-Kannah was determined to remain on the battlefield until the entire opposing battalion was aware of his presence, but his stomach was becoming quite the problem...And he couldn't stop himself when a gunman came too close. With a saliva-filled roar, his jaws separated and those teeth of his suddenly disappeared into assorted layers of cloth and flesh. With another jerk of his head, he'd ripped that gunman's arm clean off, though the word "clean" is poorly utilized. As the parasite sloppily devoured his prize, his opponent crumpled to the floor, screaming and grasping at his new blood-filled hole.

"...Ah." was all Vuro could utter. "I guess it wasn't as much of a problem as I thought."

---

Truth: Do you ever kill characters simply to advance the plot or just because you're tired of them?

Dare: If there's a scene I feel funny writing about, it's a romantic scene. Write about your character confessing their love to their beloved one.

[D_Marx]

Dare [warning, a tad limey]:

Alan and Dana kissed again, his hands entwined with hers and over her head. Saturday mornings were his favorite. They were uninterrupted for the most part, and the day was theirs to do as they pleased. He'd not smiled and meant it in a long while. Dana just lied there beneath him, letting him be in control, and he knew he'd remember those green eyes forever. He was too lost in thought to care that she might not have felt the same.

"I love you. . . " he whispered. Dana tensed and he wasn't too late to follow. This was new. Thinking it was scary, saying it aloud was wrong. His hands were gripping hers now, unsure of what was going to happen. Most of the time he was down to earth, but when he was around her, he got lost.

"Alan?" Her voice, full of worry. She didn't protest the pain in her wrists as he forced them back, but he knew she wanted his attention. He snapped out of it and let her go, rolling off the bed and walking to the bathroom. Dana rubbed her wrists and followed him, running to follow him. Her nudity didn't phase her, neither did his, and she caught the door before he shut it.

"It's not supposed to be complicated," he said. She nodded and approached his turned away form. He looked back to see her.

"It isn't." Dana raised herself on her toes and kissed him. "Not if I love you too."

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TRUTH: Does your character attend funerals of those he/she loves? Does he/she make a speech?
DARE: The loved one of a character is dying, and you've got to write about letting him/her go. No time schedule.

[M.D. Jackson]

Truth:
Jahara doesn't. She avoids funerals like the plague, even if its someone extremely close to her. Especially if it's someone extremely close to her!



Truth:
Are you doing NaNoWriMo? biggrin

Dare:
Give us the opening to a [your] novel.