how it ends // continue the story/wt5.3

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    The pink feline tracked forward to finally hold his weekly task. He was polite and waited for a few people to be done getting theirs as well before he ran off to hold the activity. Honestly, he was excited to have some form of bonding experience with the clan. It would certainly be interesting to say the least, and to make it go a little bit smoother he did bend the rules just slightly.
    Raphael was grinning ear to ear.
    "Continue the story game, whoever thinks of a word first adds it on until we have a good one to write in the history books!" Was it going to end up a disaster? Most likely, did he care? Not particularly. It took him a bit to think of a good way to start it off, despite the whole idea that it was a single word, he wasn't the most verbally fluent.
    "I'll start it off with one not usually used: For." He would call out slightly, with the obvious ooc assumption members were there already.
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    And I couldn't believe what your daddy asked of me
    I never thought I'd live to give your eulogy — tags
    Span liked party games, or even, any kind of game at all. She knew it was a childish thing to like, and do, but she couldn't help it, even if she wanted to. She was that kinda person. Wordlessly sauntering over, the munchkin would grin a little. "You."[fancypost=background:#40E0D0;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]




    WITH MILA'S DIVINE PROTECTION
    tags - Continue the Story was a party game? She'd always played that.. albeit, with herself, so it was more of just having an imagination that actually creating a story with someone else. Nevertheless, Celica was interested in playing. The two words already laid out in front of her were rather odd. 'For you'? It sounded like the beginning to some deep story or poem, so she called in response, "Cannot."


    fangs °

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    I wanna be loved by you
    And nobody else but you — tags

    oh this will be fun. Bethany tapped at her chin, humming quietly. Win! she eventually cried out.


    //rushed af sorry .3.
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    I'VE TRIED TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND — Salem — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Raph was here, so naturally Salem was. "Against." he muttered, realizing that this sentence was beginning to get depressing. "For you cannot win against-" could go many ways- none of which seemed the best. Life, love, me- the combinations bubbled in the toms mind, and he licked his maw as he waited for the next word.

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    It certainly was turning grim fast, and not at all how he planned it. But in all honesty, he didn't mind. Maybe it would make it more interesting. Nodding to some of the people, and casting a smile at Salem, he would add the next word full of a quiet zealous desire for it to turn darker.
    "Fate." Free will was a myth after all.
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