The aim of the game is to use this generator and input your character's name along with another, generating a prompt for you to write a few paragraphs about! By mixing it up a bit and writing about something not considered or unexpected, there are quite some amusing outcomes. After being shown by a friend, and having a go myself I can attest it certainly makes for good practice. A reminder to be mindful of player/character etiquette is placed as disclaimer.
Having gotten the A-OK... to kick off the thread with an example, I'll start!
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The warrior duo sat across from one another at the table, separated by a wide array of dishes that had been picked clean with the gusto of a more than healthy appetite. Gnawing on one of the smaller bones that was cleaned to it's raw state and tossed back onto her plate, the huntress gave a satisfied exhale and reached toward the drinking horn that sat upon nearby holster. "Mhm," commended the blonde with a nod of satisfaction. "Meal fit fer a queen, I'd say."
That was when she saw it over ivory rim... the last piece of succulent pork left uneaten in the middle of the table. Feline hazel-hues were already upon her own deep emeralds as attention darted from the tempting morsel toward the large Rashemi across from her. It was then that both sets of eyes narrowed, one after the other, with the painted smirk of unspoken challenge. Slowly Odette lifted the drink to her lips, wetting them with the amber liquid the horn contained as she eyed the movements of her companion from across the table.
Out reached the dark-haired warrior, a large weathered hand that briskly headed for that solitary rack of ribs. Lashing her own scarred, significantly smaller, hand outward at matched pace, the blonde huntress barred his success with the wrap of a palm around the Rashemi's wrist. As both hands hovered in limbo over the meaty morsel, a slow grin etched it's way over the woman's freckled features, tugging lightly upon the scar that marred the majority of her right cheek. It was matched in kind by that of Kelth's own smirked expression and the growl to match.
The moments that followed were those of pure chaos.
The water jug was the first to go, knocked over and spilled by wrestling hands that thrashed outward in attempt to pin it's competitor to the table. The bread rolls followed in short order, projectiles that flew across the table from one end to the other. They, in turn. were chased by the horn of mead that splashed it's contents over masculine features and dripped from dark braids. The shattering of a plate that tipped off table's edge was only overshadowed by the cadence of barked laughter and roared challenge as affectionate brushes of the leg and foot turned into unbridled competition much like the limbs that fought, pushed and battered one another in tests of strengths upon the surface.
When one of the table's legs splintered and shattered in to shards at the behest of one rather powerful slam of grasped hands upon the furniture, the seemingly forgotten final portion flew from the table and rolled amongst the broken dishes that cut through the atmosphere with the sound of fractured destruction. Untroubled by the carnage, now bathed in mead and wrapped in sudden embrace, the attention of the two shifted elsewhere.
