Lemons

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. Berserk.

I wish that there would be a falling star upon which I could wish.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, but because of his obvious fame, your new dad is highly neglectful and you soon wish you'd never wished.

I wish I didn't have to work to get good grades in college.

Zombie Survival

@Overlord Thraka I look at the girl dryly as she drops next to me. Oh, I recognize her voice. She's the one from the bus that appears to swear just as much as I do. Impressive. She's taller than me, heavier than me, and would probably be able to literally break me over her knee. So, of course, I can't resist mouthing off. Hey, who knows. She might find it endearing. Yeah right.

"Watch your mouth. Swear too much and you'll wear it out for the rest of us."

Then I shrug, moving on the the actual question, which is spooking me a bit as well. "As for what's going on? I have no idea. Technically I wasn't even supposed to be on that bus, so I think I'll probably book out of here as soon as I can run straight." My mouth twists into a wry grin as I look at her, at the tattoos, punky haircut, scarred face, and (to the eyes of the constantly paranoid) suspicious backpack. "Something tells me you know what I'm talking about when I say that." I spare a curt nod. "Tori Eskridge."

In the distance, I spot someone walking across the street, a very occasional car swerving around them. They're walking a bit strangely; some sort of shambling limp. Maybe they hurt their leg or something. Either way, there's someone I can ask about what's going on with the city streets. This is starting to creep me out. I start walking towards them, swaying slightly as I move.

Hope it wasn't out of line that I assumed she'd have a scar or two on her face in her line of work. Also, make sure to put a bracket around your mention, I didn't see it until I checked on a lark.

The Breeds

@Helo So it does. But, y'know, early May and all that.

The Breeds

@King Tai Bundled right the hell up, I'm starting college in two days or so. I'm just a series of infinitely frayed nerve fractals.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

@Didgeridont I have to respectfully disagree. It's cyberpunk with elements of fantasy; doesn't make it less cyberpunk.

The Breeds

Gavin grimaced. "Oh, they're strong, all right." With that somewhat mystifying statement, he picked up one of the plates the food was served on. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but it was some sort of metal. It was heavy and dense, though more than that, he didn't know. He held it in front of his mouth, looking back and forth between the eyes of Noelle and Luke. Then, with a single inhalation, he snapped his mandibles forward. With a sound like a car crash, they slammed viciously into the dish. The noise made his ears ring, and he winced. Sorry, Noelle. Didn't know it would be quite that loud.

His jaw ached anew, and as the mandibles sprang back into place, he showed off the plate. It was marred by a long, clean slash where his insect jaws had bitten clean through it, cutting it nearly in half.

He consider what Luke had said. There was no way he was staying here. A prison was a prison, no matter what shape it took, and he had no interest in being anybody's weapon. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and turned jerkily, quickly making his way back to the corner, newly uncomfortable at being known.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. Instead, they lead to the world become a post-apocalyptic Staplocracy ruled by those who are skilled in using the art of staplerjutsu to murder all who oppose them.

I wish for a plague on both your houses.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. It involves stapling paper to people as rapidly as possible, and is discontinued soon after. The stage was too hard to clean up from all the blood.

I wish people would post in my RPs.

The Breeds

A bat. That makes sense, I guess. Wonder if she has wings too, though I guess she would've mentioned them.

Gavin looked at Luke as he began speaking. He found himself desperately envious of the boy. What a lucky guy, to have something that didn't hurt. He shrugged, loosening up slightly, though the appearance of the forked tongue did make him jump a bit. "I hope so. Honestly, it's not really the muscles that hurt with the mandibles, though they do hurt. It's mostly the cheeks, because occasionally they—"

Before he could even finish his whispered sentence, the mandibles caught a scent of something and once again expanded and contracted in his mouth, first stretching his cheeks painfully wide again, then slamming together with a clicking noise that he was pretty sure was audible through the entire room. He grimaced, a tear beading in his left eye as he massaged his bulging cheeks again. "—do that. It hurts my cheeks a lot, and I can't really control it."

He didn't mention his mental anguish. He'd picked up pretty quickly that this program was of the variety that chose people who didn't have much to go back to and much to notice their absence. Talking about his parents' death would most likely not go over very well with the genuine hard cases here who hadn't had parents at all.