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Scott gave the candy cane one look and shuddered, turning slightly green. The incident from the night before had turned him off to the sugary confections. Determined, he marched over and grabbed Marcus' tail, tugging on it a bit weakly. "S-Stop! Chef wants him to stay there!"

Spence grunted as he ran directly into the larger audio's bulky paw. "You owe me a f*cking phone!!" he snarled.

Sorry......... ;~; Do you want me to change that?

Edit: I'm sorry.......I guess I'll just stop joining in from now on......

Just break up your actions -- you could have Marcus reach out to grab Scott, as then Scott could either dodge or let himself get caught. The best way to avoid god-modding is to be careful of what actions you take against another character. If you're stringing two actions in a row, then chances are that'll result in godmoding.

Actions vary too -- take Chef for instance. Even though he sprays people with water, I don't mention where they're hit -- just that they're being aimed at with a weirdly-powerful spray of water. rofl It's up to the person getting hit to decide where he hit them, how wet they are, and even if they get hit at all -- they could drop and roll out of the way, which could prompt Chef to either stop spraying and pump for another, or try to move the stream of water to hit them.

...and I can say loooads on the subject, but I think I'll stop there before I make a post. 8D

tl;dr: Two actions linked in a row aimed at one character usually ends with a god-mod. Bewaaaaaaare. And sprinkled muffins.



"Dude. You seriously need to watch your language," Chef rumbled, using his free hand to mercilessly pat Spence on the head. "You'll be thankful that ah stopped you. My man Chris, once out of his shock, wouldn't have been as merciful." Yeah, he'd probably freak out and unleash his assassin skills. That is, he'd probably unleash Chef wearing a giant see-through ninja outfit. With sequins.

That outfit was drafty too.

Awww crap. Chef pondered how he'd restrain Spence and attend to his master host, realizing now that he'll never hear the end of it. "You owe me a box of aspirin," he growled to Spence. "Agh, don't worry!" Chef called to Chris, "We'll get that out. Trust me! And hey, what if we did that to, heh heh, a couple of interns or campers?"

Scott ducked under the other audio's swing narrowly. Life as an intern had taught him a few things at least. Letting out a somewhat squeaky growl, he leapt onto the back of the other, hoping to pin him down despite his lack of weight.

The heavy patting was hard enough to bring the stars back. Shaking it off, Spence snarled once more. "Pfft! That wimp?!" he pointed at the disheveled little audio in the corner. "I'm shaking," the waiter snorted.

Chef gave a low growl. "You'd best watch your mouth," he replied, "Otherwise you'll regret it." He then curled his lips back to reveal his (quite large!) fangs, hoping to intimidate Spence.

To Chris, he took another step towards the frightened host but no more -- he still had Spence at his back, and he wanted to be between the two as much as possible. "There's ways around it," he reasoned, "Could wear a helmet, watch from behind a window... Hell, you could take a day off and watch through the cameras when I do it," he smirked.

Scott struggled to hang on to the larger audio but was inevitably thrown off. "Oof!"

"F*ck you," Spence growled. Stomping over to nab his broken phone, he prodded the damaged buttons, trying to get it to turn on. "I am, wuss," Spence snorted at the hidden host.

"Heh heh, does it look like ah have anything to worry about, Chrissy-boy?" The Chef audio only had a weird-lookin' hat on his head, and fur -- that's it. He could afford to loose fur, whereas Chris... Chef buried that thought. If Chris picked up on that, then the show would have to be pushed back a year before he recovered enough to host it.

Chef looked over his shoulder -- good, the other audio was preoccupied with his nastycamerathingydoohickeydevice of a cellphone, and wouldn't bother them. Chef neared Chris and examined it carefully. Sure, he could rip it off... but so also would half of Chris' hair. "Is there a kitchen around here?" He asked, "Could use some water and oil to get it out, but my squirtgun would be too much."