Look out over the city as the sun sets, smile a little, turn and walk away--but not too far because there's pizza, video games and friends waiting for him. *Goes on to live a normal life as a low-level employee since he doesn't have an education, and loves every second of the simplicity* The day keeps repeating and no-one but your MC is aware of it. What does your MC do?
Lol, this reminds me of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. I can't help but do it now. Coyan: I don't know how that works and I hope that never happens. Hypothetically, if it did happen to me, unfortunately, I think I would notice it quite quickly. Everyday at school is slightly bad so if it repeated it's self, I would know. First, as with any normal person, I would be extremely confused and disturbed. Either someone has cursed me or this is a way for paying back for the bad things I've done *sighs*. If anyone should expeirence this, it should be Arria and Neil. They're the bad people *mumbles*. Anyway, then I would try ask some people if they know if this is happening but I doubt they would know, seeing as stated by the poster above, I would only know of it. Though, I would think it's still worth a try. After that, I would try convince the smartest person I know to help me. Yaseem. Somehow, I figure he would believe me. With our intelligence combined, I'm sure we would be able to figure out a way to stop the loop. Well, I hope. If anything, I would rather be stuck in a contious loop the days before we left to this place. As crazy as that sounds, I would actually consider staying there. Oh, it's my turn to make a question for the next poster? Well, then: What would your MC do if they ran out of food? How would they react? And how would they find a solution?
Amos Garnier would go to the market and buy something, or, if he still worked in the inn, he'd sneak into the kitchen and take some food for himself. Or he could just always ask them, but he likes to be sneaky sometimes. xD Mike Wolfletter would just go hunting for small games (rabbits, deer, hawks, etc) Helen Chert would pull into port and go shopping for food. What sort of moral quandry would your MC typically face?
My MC's moral quandries always involve doing what's best for himself versus what may be best for his family. Your MC's boss has scheduled an important dinner on the night of your MC's SO's birthday. What does he or she do?
Olivia would spend her time before the meal at Seth's grave, thinking back on all the memories they had shared, when it came time for the dinner she would go and pretend everything was okay but ultimately would leave early. Iris would simply not go to the dinner, her friends and loved ones always come first. Although Riku would be tempted by the food he would make his excuses and spend the day with Iris. The person your MC loves the most has just died. What thoughts go through their mind? How do they react to the people around them?
Well, considering Chase (the one my character loves the most) is basically the only person my MC has in the world that she trusts, she would probably freak out, go totally numb for a very long time, find some way to destroy the ones who killed him, and then hide in a very dark place for a very long time until she forced herself out. Unless the people around her were either of her parents (both of whom she is really close to), she would probably tell them to get as far away from her as possible in the not kindest of ways. Your MC is given one hour to stop time and do whatever they wanted/needed. What would they do?
Kayne, being a homeless person, steals food from the market and stuff, trying without being detected that is. With an hour of free time, he would probably just spend the entire hour doing that, nothing too exciting, but he doesn't like getting in too much trouble, he doesn't get along with the police already. He does like to tease them though, so he might take something from the police HQ just to annoy the Commissioner of the city, where he lives, who he does know personally. Your MC is walking down a street, during the night, and hears the screams of a woman coming from a dark alleyway. How does he/she react?
Your MC is walking down a street, during the night, and hears the screams of a woman coming from a dark alleyway. How does he/she react? Gabrielle ran down the street and around a corner. The detective was close...she could almost feel her breath warm on the back of her neck. Suddenly a woman's scream pierced the night air. Gabrielle hesitated for a moment, then swore under her breath and ran toward the screams. A tall man in a long jacket held a young woman by the wrist. She was thin and looked like the next wind might knock her over; still she struggled against the bigger man. "I asked you a question," The man said, raising his hand as if to backslap the girl. "Where's my motherfu-" "Hey." Gabrielled called out, interrupting the man. He turned, letting go of the girl. "This don't concern you, missy." he said. "Best be walkin' away before I put the hurtin' on you too. A girl should know her place." Gabrielle sighed. "Why can't I ever meet a nice guy?" In the blink of an eye she was in front of the man, her fingers tightly gripping his throat and his feet dangling inches from the ground. She admired the look of pain and shock that crossed the man's face for a moment before throwing him bodily into a nearby dumpster. He slammed into the metal and fell to the ground in a heap. He didn't get back up. "Are you okay?" Gabrielle asked the girl, helping her to her feet. "Yeah...I...is he going to be okay?" "He a boyfriend of yours?" "Pimp." "He wont be bothering you anymore." Footsteps sounded around the corner and Gabrielle cursed again. "I gotta get out of here...if anyone asks, you didn't see me, okay?" The girl stood there holding her wrist and nodded as Gabrielle ran down the alley. Your character just found a suitcase full of hundred dollar bills. What do they do with it?
He would buy a lot of books and spend a lot of money paying for eye care when his eyesight inevitably goes bad after reading by candle light into the wee hours of the morning. Also, he may use some of it to further his attempts to escape from the secret order of genocidal maniacs who are trying to kill him. Or... y'know, tea. cuz he's British. (no offense to any brits who may read this ) Your character was just buried under a mountain of empty water bottles for no apparent reason. How does he/she react?
LOL i love random humor Mav would sit there for a minuete and wonder what the heck just happened. Then gather as many as he could and fill them up for his journey. The earth shakes and splits leaving your MC and their mother on diffrent sides, how does he react
"Mum!" Before I get her attention, the ground below us shook, throwing me off balance immediately. Dad ran in front of me and extended his arms towards mum. "Come on, jump!" Pieces of ground in front of us started to break, creating a crack. As it grew bigger and bigger, my dad and I had no choice to back away. It wasn't safe for us to cross over. The sun had hidden in the thick grey clouds but I could see the tears that streamed from my mum's eyes. She knew it. She knew she couldn't cross over either. I fought with my balance, determined to get up. No, I was going to save her. We weren't going to split apart like this, not when we had come this far. I managed to crawl to the edge of the crack. Below me was nothingness. I gulped, nausea buliding up in my stomach. I shook it away and stretched my hand out to the other side. "Mum! Grab it!" She removed her hands from her face and looked up. I stretched further, almost falling into the crack when the earth shook again. Something tugged me from behind and it was my dad. He nodded and tugged on my hoodie. "Mum, please! Before it's too late." Her eyes looked directly at me then to dad. With a small smile on her face, she removed something from her finger. Instead of grabbing my hand, she put round and smooth object inside of it and closed my palm. "Coyan and John. I'm sorry. It's too late for me now..." "No, Mum! It's not!" "Coyan, it is. I'm not getting over this crack," she said, new tears beginning to stream from her eyes. My eyes watered. "Mum--!" I shouted the loudest I could. "I love you, so, so much. Live on without me, please." "But--!" The warmth from her hand was tore from mine as she could not longer extend her body. She rolled back onto the grass, the crack now enormous. My throat was tight as I watched her figure go further and further away from us. The words still echoed in my ears. 'Live on without me'. What the hell was that meant to mean? I fisted my hands, my body shaking with anger. I watched her figure fade into the darkness of the other side and the fact I couldn't do anything about it. The ground stopped shaking and the crack expanded for a few minutes before stopping. Everything went silent.I looked into the darkness, waiting for a miracle, even a light to tell that it wasn't going to end like this. No light came. No miracle came. My mum was truly gone. I crawled back over to my dad, who was looking into the darkness too. "She's not coming back Coyan." "I know..." I let myself drop next to him, all my strength gone. Remembering what she had put into my hand, I opened it shakily. One by one, my fingers rose up until my palm revealed it. My body went rigid and my mouth went dry. I licked my lips and swallowed. "D-Dad..." His eyes widened. My dad was at loss for words. His arms shook violently as he reached out to take the jewellery from my hand. His fingers tried to pick it up but he was shaking so much, it dropped in my palm again. He finally picked it up and stared at it. No emotion but deep sadness was on his face. This was the first time I had ever seen my dad like this. So torn up. I had no idea to how react. Or even be strong for him. Or myself. Sobs from beside me pulled me out of my thoughts. My dad was crying, his hands cupping his face. I gritted my teeth, trying to fight back the tears that welled up in my eyes. It was the ring my dad had given to my mother that, as she would say: 'Linked them together until death'. By her giving it, I know exactly what it meant. She knew was going to die before we could even get to saving her. A few tears slid now my cheeks and I didn't fight them back. Not only had she disappeared but now we weren't a family any more. Those days in my memories were over. I drew my knees in and cried, the tears damping my trousers. It wasn't meant to be like this. (I really suck at writing emotional scenes, I know. It was fun though!) Your MC has a bomb handcuffed to them that could destroy an entire city. What do they do? Write out a scene if possible
Awesome, I got a fun one! Hmmm...who do I choose? What a lovely assignment. Arbate blinked sluggishly. He slumped over the ridge seperating the sidewalk from the road, his head resting in the damp gutter between. He winced and frowned, looking up. The first thing he saw was a flashing red set of numbers. 3:26 it read. Flash. 3:25. Flash. 3:24. "What the..." The second thing he saw was the face just beyond the numbers, wearing a crooked smile and fixing a pair of crystalline blue eyes on him. "Vig?" "Arbate, tisk, tisk, I've known you to be a little drastic but don't you think terrorism sends you over the edge?" Arbate shook his head. "I hate waking up on street corners. They're so...wait, terrorism? Terrorism what?" It was only after Vignare rolled his eyes and pointed at the bomb handcuffed to his wrist and made a little exploding noise for effect that it dawned on Arbate. "Oh my gosh...I'm gonna die. Viggy, I'm gonna die! This is horrible! This is like...I...dying is like the last thing I want to do today." Flash. 3:12. "Oh shoot...I gotta run for cover." Arbate stood up and looked around for somewhere to hide. When he realized Vignare was still grinning at him, he hesitated. "Wait...you did this, didn't you?" Not a word from Vig. "I always knew you'd end up killing me, but seriously, couldn't you have given me some sort of heads up? Hey, Arbate, don't worry too much but I'm gonna kill you and half of Tionysus tomorrow. Something like that?" Flash. 3:05. "Okay, good, you're not talking to me." Flash. 2:59. "Eep! This thing's gonna blow! HEY EVERYBODY! NO OFFENSE BUT YOU SHOULD ALL PROBABLY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES UNLESS YOU DON'T MIND HAVING YOUR GUTS SPLATTER STARK STREET!" The pedestrians close enough to Arbate to hear what he was yelling about gave him strange look. The rest either didn't hear him or treated him with a kind form of distain by ignoring him. "IS ANYONE HERE FROM THE BOMB SQUAD? N...no one?" Flash. 2:43. "Ahhh!" "Arbate, I hope you don't mind but I have to go. I have a bomb shelter waiting. See you later. Oops, no I won't." Vignare left. As Arbate's screams became louder and longer, a smile crawled onto the side of his face, twisting happily at the sound of Arbate's sneakers hitting the sidewalk. "Ahhhhhhh! SOMEBODY! HELP! AHHHHHH!" Flash. 2:14. Flash. 1:56. Flash. 1:00. Boom. Vignare laughed. Arbate shook Vignare in his spot on the couch. "Wake up, Viggy. What a time to fall asleep! And I was beating your butt in Mechano Attack, too." It was Vignare's turn to blink, half awake. "Did you have to wake me up, though? I was having the BEST dream." Arbate snorted. "You and your beauty sleep. Pick your player, jerk! By the way, I call player 1." ---- Oops, sorry that was so long. Viggy, you and your sociopathic fantasies... My turn! My turn! How does your MC dance when nobody's around to see?
James danced butt-ass nekkid in the moonlight. Unbeknownst to James, his uncle Gary was watching through the telescope. The end. Your character is given the choice to save only ONE of two other characters from the same story from something permanent - it doesn't have to be death.
Your character is given the choice to save only ONE of two other characters from the same story from something permanent - it doesn't have to be death. Alright Laura Whittock. Both Cap and Edward are in grevious danger and you can only save ONE of them from a fate. Truly. WORSE THAN DEATH. WHO DO YOU CHOOSE LAURA? WHO? She ponders for a moment. "Come on!" The captain pleads. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" "It's alright Miss Whittock," Edward the automaton says mildly. "Human life should always come before my own." "See?" Cap exclaims, "Ed agrees! Now you gotta pick me!" Laura squints. "I dunno..." "You've gotta! You've just gotta! I- I-" He pauses for a moment. "I've got a son to support!" "Since when do you have a son?" "Since... always..." He says uncertainly. She folds her arms. "Uh huh." "Please Miss Whittock," the automaton begs, "I must insist you choose Captain Goodwin. If only for his son." "Yeah," Laura uncrosses her arms. "I'm gonna go with Ed." "WHAT?" "Oh no, Miss Whittock," Edward cries. "Please reconsi-" "Ed, I picked you. Shut up." She links her arm around its. "Your welcome." "Thank you, Miss Whittock," the machine replies timidly. And now Captain Goodwin's fate has been decided. He must spend the rest of his life... LOOKING AFTER LITTLE OLD LADIES!!!! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" "Would you like some tea," the former captain grumbles. "I'm sorry dear?" "Would you like some tea." He says a little louder. "Pardon me, sonny?" "WOULD YOU LIKE-" He groans. "Awwww, I can't even get mad at them." Your MC has one magic wish with very special conditions. S/he must wish for their house/room/appartment etc. to be filled with... something. What does s/he wish for it to be filled with?
Your MC has one magic wish with very special conditions. S/he must wish for their house/room/appartment etc. to be filled with... something. What does s/he wish for it to be filled with? Well, it looks like I went a little too far and wrote some sort of short story since I had a lot of time to kill. Probably not a good one either, but I tried. Might contain a few errors too. Heart of the Sea Tinglo could see sparks of magical energy swirling around within the ancient gem on the pyramidal altar; the once dormant stone was quickly flickering back to life, a gyre of pure magic stirring in its heart. The gem continued to grow brighter, bathing the dark grotto in an ethereal blue light. Waves of light danced upon the rocky walls as the gem's azure glow was reflected from the pools of water around it. To Tinglo's surprise, the gem began to shake erratically as if something was trying to escape from within; then, it slowly took flight, hovering above the altar. He tried to grab it, fearing it would fly away--but the gem did just that, as if it had been aware of his intentions. Confused, Tinglo stepped back, wondering what he would do now; he wanted that jewel, and he wasn't going to leave without it. As Tinglo observed the gem, trying to think of a way to reach it, the gem flew even higher, almost touching the grotto's ceiling. Suddenly, it descended like a small comet, shattering upon the altar in a blinding explosion of light and blue dust. Tinglo, who was caught off guard, could not see a thing now. The grotto was dark once more, and inundated by a blue mist. "Who are you, that disturbs my sleep? Why have you come to this place so deep?" demanded a booming voice that seemed to come not from one direction, but all of them at once. "Who are you that is heard but not seen?" replied Tinglo. "Answer my questions, and do so with haste. Try my patience again, and my wrath you will taste!" roared the mysterious voice. "I-I'm Tinglo, an adventurer. I have journeyed far to claim the Heart of the Sea, though it seems to have shattered." A boisterous laughter resonated throughout the grotto, causing the entire room to rumble. "And what makes you think that have such a right? Or have you come to take the 'jewel' by force and by might?" The mist that flooded the grotto began to flow, gravitating towards the middle of the room. It swirled itself into a glowing blue vortex, a pillar of mist that extended from the altar. The vortex spun faster and faster, gradually taking the shape of a man. All of the mist then stopped, quite abruptly, revealing an incredibly tall man that floated above the altar's apex. The man appeared to be made of mist, and shone blue like the jewel Tinglo had come to claim. Being quite shocked at the sight of this glowing gargantuan man, Tinglo froze, unable to muster a single word in response. "Well?" said the man, staring at Tinglo. "Have you nothing to tell?" With a chill running down his spine, Tinglo responded, "N-no, I've not come to take anything by force! I am merely a humble adventurer on a humble adventure. If the jewel, which appears to be gone, is not not mine to take, I'll simply leave with a nice story to tell." "A story, you say? Perhaps your skin, I will not yet flay. "Because I like being mentioned in stories, I will allow you to leave. Tell a good tale of me, and another gift you'll receive." proposed the blue man. "What, if I may ask, is this gift?" inquired Tinglo, feeling a tad skeptical. "I will fill your home to the brim, with any such thing that you ask now on a whim." "Anything?" said Tinglo, pleasantly surprised. "Yes, from gold to silk, from jewels to spices, I can sate any one of your vices." Tinglo's mind raced with the possibilities. Jewels, he thought. So shiny, so bright! Silks and spices, he pondered. What a delight! But Tinglo was clever, and he soon realized that he could wish for something much better than mere material possessions. "Happiness!" he exclaimed. "I wish for my home to be filled with happiness, so that all who enter it will find what makes them happy." The giant man laughed and responded, "It amuses me, so find one so very clever. So be it, you shall have happiness to last you forever." "Thank you, but what is your name? I can't tell tales of one with no name." "I am Mala'Jin, Heart of the Sea. I am a d'jinn, is it not plain to see?" said the mystical man, with a smile on his face. Tinglo then began to feel sleepy and slipped into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he was home. He found that anything anyone desired while in his home would somehow make its way to that person. Fame and wealth, power and health, everyone who visited him would see their dreams come true. Everyone but him thought that visiting him would simply bring good luck, not knowing the kind of magic that permeated his home. Over the years, he told the tale of his quest for the Heart of the Sea many times, but never mentioned the part about the wish. As Tinglo grew old and gray though, he wondered what life would have been like if happiness had not come so easily. Deep in his heart, he knew that his life had been happy but not fulfilling, for that comes from struggle. Here's an easy one, I think: If your main character were to gain the ability to manipulate the minds of others, what would your character do with this ability?
My main character would manipulate other peoples' minds to commit murder. This way he could attempt to convince himself upon remorse setting in that he really had nothing to do with it. Being the pathological liar and self-loathing asshole that he is, he would eventually believe that he was indeed innocent. If you're main was torn between revenge and justice, which would he or she pick? Why? -Sorry so easy.
My main character would manipulate other peoples' minds to commit murder. This way he could attempt to convince himself upon remorse setting in that he really had nothing to do with it. Being the pathological liar and self-loathing asshole that he is, he would eventually believe that he was indeed innocent. If your mc was torn between revenge and justice, which would he or she pick? Why? -Sorry so easy.
Sorry for the dual (triple now) reply. It was meant to be an edit as you can tell from the grammatical error "you're".
Revenge. My main character has only known pain, and seeks only to revenge the death of his people. He was born an assassin, and death is all he's ever known. The difference between justice and vengeance is a blurred line, that he would not be able to see. Simpler and more familiar for him to just go with what he knows best. If your MC had to choose between saving someone they loved, or someone they could truly trust... Which decision would they make?
Truly trust. Trust is a big thing for my MC, it means the world to her since she has been thru a lot of ups and down in her lifetime. She has loved before, but couldn't trust him. So it came down to trust. If your MC saw an elder person on the side of the road in a wheelchair, what would they do?
Depends on the situation. If the elderly person seems capable of crossing the road, and is in no danger whatsoever, my MC may just wave and let him/her be. However, if the elderly person wasn't capable, and was in some danger, my MC might approach and ask if he/she may be of some assistance. What would your MC do if they found themselves confronted with their worst enemy...in nothing but pajamas and a toy sword? Oh, and this isn't a dream. It's really happening.
He would call the wedding off, rip up the airline tickets to their honeymoon, and pawn the engagement ring, even though it's not his fiancee's fault. What would your main character do if (s)he was told to face a phobia in order to win a million-dollar prize?
Cap: I'm DOIN IT! I'm DOIN IT! I'm DOIN IT! Game show host: Ok, Captain Goodwin, are you ready? Cap: EFF YEAH IM READY! Host: Alrighty! Lower the vat, gents! [a large vat is lowered from the ceiling, containing a huge mass of wriggly black stuff] Host: Your challenge is! [drumroll] Host: To EAT a bowl of SPIDERS! [Theme music plays, audience applauds] Cap: Eww... Host: Well Captain? Are you still up to the task? Cap: I dunno man... I'm not even sure there is a prize at the end of this. Host: Of course there is! Cap: Yeah, you say that... but I'd rather see it for myself. Host: Um. Well ok. [whispers backstage] Gary. Gary can you get the prize money out here? Great. Thanks man. [Two skantily clad women walk onstage with an open briefcase full of money.] Host: There it is! Are you satisfied, Captain? Cap: Yeah, actually. [whips out his revolver] Alright ladies, hand it over. [audience gasps] Host: Wat. [One of the girls hesitantly offers the breifcase out to him] Cap: Thanks, babe. [Closes it, beams and sprints offstage] WOOO! Host: Wat. Dangit, Cap, how do you always manage to wriggle your way out of any situation I put you in? Cap: With my SHEER UNBRIDLED AWESOME What is your MC's favorite dessert?
What is your MC's favorite dessert? Ooh. Good question. I never thought about it before. Let me ask. Me: Yo, Tina. What's your favorite dessert. Tina: Double chocolate Mocha Icecream in an icecream cone. Duh. Your MC must kill one person he/she knows in order to save 10 random people. Would he/she do it?
I don't think he would. My MC has very little family left and only a few close friends. Your MC got pulled over by the cops. Does (s)he argue/fight the officer or accept the ticket and move on with life?
