Truth or DARE!!!!!

Ten favorite members of KHV and why.
5 least favorite, too.

EDIT: 1,000 Posts. Thanks, Jackdaniel0.

Truth or Dare?

 

Truth plz.

I'm awful at thinking them up but... Truth or Dare?

 

Dare.

Truth or dare, person below?

 

Pursuing my true seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelf

 

For the rest of your day on KHV, you must end every post you make with "in my pants".
/inb4lamedare

 

N e c r o p h i l i a c

Your ex [#1] proposed a flight from your current whereabouts [#2] to the tiny and almost-but-not-quite forgotten Savage Islands. Location was irrelevant. Your ex had blindfoldedly chosen a random spot on the world map, not caring where her/his finger landed, not caring where the two of you would go to. S/he had broken contact with you for eight months, had recently gotten back in touch after a series of rendezvous mishaps, her/his dating life crumbling at your leave. You had agreed to fly to anywhere with the sucker, and, you thought, that this was an act of selflessness on your part. How sympathetic a person you were. What did s/he want, to make-up with you? To beg for your hand in marriage? The thought made you laugh. Your seatbelt was buckled, along with her/his. The plane was off, smoothly, it glided. Your ex took your hand in her/his...

[...]

You had fallen asleep, and jutted awake, the bumps unignorable. Your ex was waving her/his hands frantically, looking quite spastic. What an idiot, you thought. Then you gazed out the window, and realization hit. The plane maneuvering itself downwards, or rather, the strong wind currents were screwings its route-- in other words, you and all the rest of the passengers would die. You should have thought more productive thoughts earlier, huh, dumbass! You chastised yourself. No, nonono, nono, it can't end this way! You can't die with your crummy girl/boyfriend, the wo/man who would hire any hooker in your place! No! No, no. Head swiveling, you turned towards her/him. S/he jerked you up and dragged you towards the restroom. The door slammed shut. You began to unzip your jeans, knowing what was to come. You had to get in some last-minute intercourse before your untimely deaths, the both of you knew, you know that s/he understood. You wanted to die happy, happy! Suddenly, a particularly rocky bump rattled the plane, and you fell over your ex. Her/his head hit the counter with a thud. Death by concussion. You gasped. Blood oozed onto the floor. As if your situation could have worsened, you hadn't thought it, you hadn't...

Then you, inappropriately, thought of body-****ing. [#3] Necrophilia. The dirty, dirty... you were born and raised a Catholic. Jesus running through your veins, your blood. You couldn't, you couldn't... but you could. Couldn't you? S/he appeared so vulnerable just then, and you... surely, if you were going to die... s/he was as dead as a doornail, but damn it, you wanted your happy time. And you could get it, so easily! No one could see, and if you wanted your body intercourse you should better hurry. You would be meeting her/him soon.

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1. WHO WAS YOUR EX? Must be a KHV member.
2. WHERE WERE YOU FLYING FROM? Must be a KHV member.
3. INTERCOURSE WITH THE BODY OR NON? IF YES, WHY YES? IF NOT, THEN WHY NOT? in my pants

 

Spoiler: Condition.

Truth or dare to the below?​

 

Truth .

 

Five most influential members, and why?

Truth or dare to the below.

 

@Noroz; If you could travel to anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
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Truth or dare, Jayn? And truth if you are asking.

Truth or dare to the below?

 

I wanted to stay away, honestly, because you people make me cry, but . . .

Truth, Makaze.

 

What makes you happy? As happy as you can be.

Truth or dare to the below?

 

Truth, please.

And alrighty.


@Britishism; Dare not abandoned. Will resume super hero-ness when the time calls for it. There are just so many inner-monolouges you can have--*shot* ​

 

RAAGGEEE!!!! Typed it all out then lost it all!!

I'll do this another time. I'm sorry.

@ Marushi: If you could go to your own world at will, describe in detail what it would be like.

 

There are many things that make me happy, such as being let alone to myself, reading, listening to music, and chocolate.
Let's see . . . strawberries make me happier than any of those things, and Lauren made me happier than any of these things . . .

But I think what makes me the most happy, as happy as I can be, is a certain egotistical bastard who means well but is abastardy-bastard. Still . . . he's my bastard, and I'm glad for him, although he is, you guessed it Makaze, a bastard.

But I wouldn't change that for the world.

 

Possibly Hawaii or Italy, to get away from everyone and everything until I wanted to go back.

 

Well I'm bored. Hit me :3

 

motherfucker :C

1. beezygee
2. Stardust
3. I have to say no, mainly because her dying would be sad and I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do anything but like cry for several minutes. Besides we'd both be dead anyway and we'd chill and brobunp and stuff.

 

*slaps* Oh, not what you meant?

Truth or Dare?