Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2018 23:36:39 GMT
Should be a bit of a simple, yet fun game. The goal of the game is to write a post in response to a prompt, then provide your own. Prompts don't need to have anything to do with your entry, but they should give someone material to work with.
Response posts can be however long you want. The point is to flex your writer's muscles.
Prompts should be short. A good prompt invites, gives an idea and inspires but not ham-handedly, ex.That's too long, too specific. All the details are filled in. Remember, you're prompting roleplayers who like to imagine their characters in various situations, so it needs to be open-ended enough for people to hop into.Prompt: You're waiting for the bus. The bus is twenty minutes late due to an accident. However, now you're late for your appointment with the HR division of that salesman job you wanted. When you get on the bus, you decide to confront the bus driver.You could even leave out "finally, the bus arrives", which indicates the scene is to be written out as the bus arrives... but we no longer provide answers to what sort of character it is, how long it is, why it's late, and what the character does.Prompt: Your character's waiting for the bus. The bus is late, and now so's your character. Finally, the bus arrives.
Just write a response post and then provide a new prompt for the next poster!Now it's up to you!Jan checked his phone for the umpteenth time. Three minutes and forty seconds.
For fuck's sake, I can't be late. He tapped his foot in a crescendo of annoyance. Six minutes and two seconds now.
He'd made sure he wouldn't be late. Braved the miserable rain ten minutes early. Just to be on time. Like a proper person.
Calm down. Relax. Cool it. He adjusted his tie again. Combed his hair with his hand. Paced to the front of the bus stop, and back to the seat. Ten minutes.
Then, like a tightrope walker, the bus edged around the corner.
Jan ground his teeth. Was it seriously going thirty? On a fifty motorway? What was this joke!
His eyes narrowed. Oh, that explained things. Asshole looked fresh out of college; prolly fresh on his licence, too. Stupid little shit didn't understand people had places to be. People to see. Things to do.
Jan loosened his tie. Took a deep breath as the bus slowly, slowly ground to a halt. When the doors at least swung open, Jan unleashed a torrent of profanities.
How dare a shitty driver interrupt the important work of a professor by going so goddamn slow, and what was he thinking if he was at all thinking, being so incredibly late? Shouldn't he just hand in his resignation already, and how about he get a goddamn move on because Jan was so incredibly late and needed to reach the city stat?
"Sir, if I may interrupt." The bus driver tapped his cap and smiled uneasily. "This is the number twelve bus. The number ten you're looking for doesn't run on Sundays."PROMPT: Your character just woke up. But not in a bed. And not at home.