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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on May 5, 2010 15:12:27 GMT -5
WARNING: this requires lots o' muse I don't know whether to put this in the game section or the creativity section, so I chose the creativity bored because there's less stuff here, heh, heh... ^^'
*looks around meaningfully* >.>
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Anywho!
Basically you judge other people based on solely how creative/unique their writing was and write your own paragraph based on the last line of their writing.
For people who like rules listed out neatly in chronological order, here you go:
1. Read the above person's paragraph.
2. Rate their paragraph on a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being the most creative and 5 being just cliche. (try to ignore spelling errors and such -- just creativity!)
3. Comment on their paragraph if you'd like.
4. Go back to read the above person's last sentence. (skip if you still remember it and don't need to refresh)
5. Write your own paragraph (yes, it needs to be a paragraph) related to/based on the above person's last sentence.
6. Wait for someone to respond.
7. Read your rating and comment(s) ♥
8. Repeat?
It's actually not as sophisticated as it seems. I can give an example:
NOTE: for the paragraphs, I'm just going to write 'blah's, 'kay?
Person1: I am starting the game.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Person2: 1/5 - too many 'blah's!
Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Person3: 0/5 - you totally copied Person1, and it's only two sentences (fragments) long!
La, la, la, la! La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Get it?
(No, it doesn't always have to be repeated words >.>)
Okay, I'll start.
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Once upon a time there lived a water droplet. Now, this water droplet wasn't always a water droplet - sometimes it was a block of ice, others an invisible vapor in the air. The water droplet has always been very sensitive to its state of matter, thinking being a solid made its form too stiff, being a liquid giving it no form and a gas simply useless to have a desireable form at all. Although it kept on alternating between those states, it was never happy and never stayed in one shape long enough to appreciate it until another fellow water droplet said, "Why worry about that when you can always enjoy the best of three worlds, and the water cycle is continuous?" And then the water droplet realized it has never payed attention to the benefits of each before, and enjoyed every state of matter's benefits. There may be a time when it will learn to appreciate all parts of them, good and bad, but not to worry, for the water cycle is continuous...It has all the time in the world.
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Cheesy; ugh Dx
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Post by W.in.DY. on May 5, 2010 15:30:55 GMT -5
YO DOG, THAT WAS CREATIVE, DOG, YOU HAVE WINNER POTENTIAL, DOG.
-lol, Randy Jackson impersonation -
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on May 5, 2010 18:07:08 GMT -5
Um...that has nothing to do with my paragraph's last sentence xD
Read the rules?
And redo, please? ^^'
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Post by Riversong on May 6, 2010 16:59:50 GMT -5
Nice, fishy. This will be very twilight-esque.
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No matter how flashy being immortal looked, it wasn't all that great. At all. The whole "all the time in the world" thing looked great on paper, but it got boring after a while. After all, there are only so many things you can do. To be honest, I'm not sure why I decided to become immortal. Why live forever if there is nothing left to live for?
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on May 6, 2010 17:17:53 GMT -5
4/5 Awesomely written :3 Can have a more creative twist to it, though x]
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So some people base their values in concrete things, whether it's a picture, money, or even - sadly - a friend. So if ever that picture is destroyed in a fire, money is stolen, or friend moved away beyond reach, what would happen then? Then all of life's purpose is crushed, wouldn't it? Isn't that a funny thing, how your most precious thing can be the one that destroys you?
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Bleh. Cheesier than my first one xD
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Post by Riversong on May 9, 2010 6:57:17 GMT -5
4/5- Good, but cheesy! xP ----------------------------------------- She had loved and cherished him, so why was he doing this? He was her precious son, her favorite. Yet now he stood over her, gun in hand, fingering the black trigger. Belinda was certain that he would kill her. Her baby boy... a murderer. So she closed her eyes and waited for the sound of the gunshot to reach her. ---------------------------------------- Woah.... Violent, isn't it? Well, I'm feeling violent today anyways.  |
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Post by Fishy whos too lazy to log in on May 9, 2010 9:09:18 GMT -5
5/5 Scary xD I'm feeling nice today, so yup - 5/5. Violent, though (as you said) o.o
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She should be scared, right? You would be scared if a gun was pointed at you, fully loaded and set to fire, right? But she wasn't scared. Unfeeling, was she. She had never felt happiness, never felt sadness, never peace, never anger, never fear. How she's that way, we do not know, but for her, life is just a video you watch. She's a spectator, but never an actor on life's wide stage. If she enjoyed watching, she didn't show it, but all she knew was that it took alot to get her to feel. So when she decided that one actor was too pitiful to go on, knife in hand, nothing was in her mind except the fact that the play would go on better without him. And then the cop came in. She didn't even look, though she knew. She just slowed stabbed the man, eyes closed, not caring if she finished the video or not. The sound pierced her ears.
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Eep! That was totally random, but it worked...kinda o.o
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Post by Riversong on May 10, 2010 13:34:42 GMT -5
3/5 You copycat!!!!  ============================ He heard the shriek of the teapot, grinning to himself. 88 or not, he could make tea! Carefully, Wilbert hobbled over to get the tea. It was piping hot, and he poured two cups of it. Yes, two. Yes, Wilbert can count. He bent down painfully, giving the second cup to the nasty, ugly beasts... fat, awful creatures... Cute fuzzy (coughfatcough) kitty cats on the ground. The beasts creatures kitties were named "Mr. Wibbles" & "Missy Perkins". That's right. Wilbert wasn't the crazy old LADY who loved tea and cats, he was the GAY old MAN who loved tea & cats. I pity the kids who live down the street! ============================ Longer than I wanted, but yeah! |
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