Truth or DARE!!!!!

@Makaze;

I had this (except, the real Japanese one) playing on iTunes;

[video=youtube;FU7-8w0gg0w]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FU7-8w0gg0w&feature=related[/video]

Which really has nothing to do with the plot I'm thinking of, but yeah. It inspired me.

@Marushi; I have two more truths to recycle, but they're for males. >: So you get a simple one.

What is your comfort food? A food that makes you feel better when you're sad.

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If you need to truth a male, I'm up for it.


Truth or dare?

 

I'm a male! ... I think. Pretty sure.

Truth or Dare, person below.

Edit: Wait, I didn't see Noroz' post. Dare.

 

Thank you.

Truth?

Truth or dare to the below.

 

Truth @ Makaze

If possible, record yourself Top Raving for 30 seconds.
Top raving is found here at approx 2.20.

Spoiler

[video=youtube;-pszRSF4qwc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pszRSF4qwc[/video]

If you don't have a videocam nearby, record yourself singing Pokerface by "Lady" Gaga, a capella

 

Honest opinion of me, impressions then and now. Why do you have them?

 

Don't have a camera and my mic is a bit iffy atm. I should be able to do the capella though, but it would take a bit of time.

 

I believe I already answered this.

Take your time. Just notify me when its done.

 

I must have forgotten.

Truth or dare to the user below.

 

I'll go with truth.

 

Member that you know best, how well you know them, and your opinion of them?

Truth or dare to the below.

 

Makaze, I know him fairly well.

Don't really have much of an opinion on him. He just seems to be there.

Truth again.

 

I do not do repeats.

Truth or dare?

 

KK, other people are on now.

Next poster, truth or dare.

 

I'll take a truth now, and offer one in return tomorrow, since it's getting late here.

 

What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done in bed?

 

Actually very little. I'm still very innocent in that regard, having only done a bit of experimentation with another person fairly recently.

 

Spoiler: Condition.

Truth or dare to the below?​

 

Oh yes Jayn is on now the game can be fun again.

I'll take a truth.

Next poster, truth or dare?

 

@Suzuhanukkah

Your best friend on the forums, (#1), is dying, slowly and very painfully. He is dying of unknown causes, the doctors are stumped. The only thing they know for sure is he has only 24 hours to live. You and his beautiful KHV girlfriend, (#2), are visiting him in the hospital. You go into the room and he's lying there, breathing heavily, obviously in a lot of pain. Beside you, (#2) stifles a sob before calmly walking up to the bed. She pulls a nearby chair up closer and sits down, reaching out and holding (#1)'s hand. "Hey," she says quietly. "It's gonna be okay." (#1) smiles sadly and whispers "I know." You feel despair welling up inside you and you leave the room, you don't want to look at (#1)'s pale face any longer. As you stand in the hallway, your sorrow slowly turns to hate, hate for whatever horrible disease is ravaging (#1)'s life, hate for whatever lowlife caused this to happen, hate for yourself for being so powerless to save him. Finally, your anger is so great you storm out of the hospital, resolving to hunt down any information you can find regarding what happened to cause such a sudden and totally destructive disease to crop up in your best friend.

You're talking to (#3), a KHV gypsie who seems to know everything about everyone, and often is willing to dish out a little dirt for the right price. She tells you that (#1) just so happened to be involved in an incident with another member that ended in conflict and hard feelings on both sides, but can't remember who this member is. You pay her off, and she suddenly seems to recall the name of the other member, (#4), and tells you where to go to find out what happened during the conflict.

You go to the place where it all went down. It's a small rundown Italian restaurant named Spamzoni's. Inside, a couple guys are sitting at a bar watching the game on a muted TV, a couple sits in a corner booth eating their dinner, and the bartender, (#5), is pouring a beverage for one of the guys. You walk over to the bar and take your seat, as far away from the others as possible. (#5) comes over and asks what you want. You say the truth. "Answers." You ask him about what happened, and he tells you plain and simple that (#1) and (#4) got to talking, the talk turned to debate, the debate got heated, (#4) said something he shouldn't have, (#1) punched him in the face. "After that," (#5) says simply. "The Police came in and seperated the fight. (#4) left angrily and (#1) paid for both drinks and left too." You thank (#5) and turn to leave.

As you step out into the night, you're stopped by (#6), another friend you have on the forums, though not as important to you as (#1). He/she comes running up to you and tells you that they heard about what you're doing (you think possibly (#3) might have tipped them off) and they want to help you. So you let them tag along. It couldn't hurt, and it's better for you to have someone here to help you.

Time is ticking on as you head to the Police station to find out where (#4) might be. (#1) doesn't have much time left. You have to hurry. You and (#6) go inside, and head straight for (#7), the police officer you know the best. You ask him/her about (#4), and he/she tells you that as an officer of the law, they can't give out locations. You understand, but you had been hoping that he/she would help you. Before you leave, however, (#7) gets a call and motions wildly for you to wait. After the call is over, (#7) tells you that there's another case of this sudden illness, and they think you might be interested. You say at first that you don't want to see another victim, but then you find out who it is. It's (#3), the member who gave you information about (#4).

At the hospital, (#3) is laying in bed, breathing heavily just like (#1) had been. Between pain-filled gasps, she tells you and (#7) that (#4) had come to her and demanded she tell (#4) who had been looking for him and why. She says that (#4) got angry because she wouldn't tell him, so he cursed her to die in absolute pain and misery. She says that she would do anything to get rid of this pain, but the only way to reverse the curse is to destroy the conjuror. So now you know. If you want to save (#1), you have to destroy (#4).

You, (#6), and (#7) leave (#3)'s room, and you hear someone calling you. You turn around and see (#2) coming down the hallway. She tells you that (#1) is unconcious, and she heard what you were doing. She wants to help, too. So the four of you head out. (#7) says that now that (#4) is a definite suspect, they can go to get him, so you all travel to a dingy little house on the outskirts of town, where (#4) is supposed to be.

Everything is quiet, there's no noise anywhere. Something is wrong. Before you can say anything, though, you are suddenly struck by the most horrible pain you have ever felt. Your heart feels like it's caving in on itself, thumping wildly and sending short spasms of terrible pain. You fall to the ground, gasping with the horribleness of it. You're clutching the place over your heart, trying desperately to stop it from hurting. Is this what happened to (#1)? You look around you, everyone is on the ground, clutching their hearts, yelling in pain. Someone needs to end this. You slowly stand up, all your anger and need for vengeance gives you unprecedented strength.

You make your way to the house, where (#4) is sitting on the floor in the middle of the dirty empty room. You stop in the doorway, something isn't right. (#4) is dead, sitting straight up. By the looks of it, he's been dead for at least three hours. But that can't be right, the last spell, the one that had attacked the group, had been cast only a few minutes ago. Wait a minute, (#4) wasn't the conjuror at all!

You run out of the house, everything makes sense to you now! It was (#3) all along, she was the one who had told him about (#4), she was the one who had told him about the curse, and how to reverse it, how had he not seen it earlier? It had been (#3), it had always been (#3), and now she was alone in the hospital with (#1). You're running, despite all the pain, despite the fear of what's to come, you run all the way to the hospital.

(#3)'s not in her room. You stand for a few minutes, but then figure out where she might be. You run down the hallway towards (#1)'s room, and sure enough, she's there, sitting in the chair that (#2) had been in earlier. (#1)'s lying on the bed, unconcious, his forehead damp with sweat. It looks like he's had a rough time of it. (#3)'s holding his hand, using her free one to gently push the hair out of his face. You stand in the doorway, too furious to say anything. This monster causes your best friend to go through all this pain, and has the nerve to sit in (#2)'s place, as if (#1) belonged to her. "He does, you know." The voice, so calm and seemingly sweet, doesn't match the fear you feel as she's talking. She looks at you, she seems to be able to read your thoughts. She smiles. "He belongs to me. He loved me once, he promised we'd be together forever. Of course, that was before he found out I was a witch."

She looks at you, obviously expecting some sort of surprise. You just glare at her. She turns back to (#1), shaking her head. "I told him that it didn't matter, that we could work through it, but he said he couldn't do it. He left me then. That was three years ago. I waited, I was patient. He was still mine, I knew he was still mine, he just needed a little time to figure it out." She stopped smiling, and her eyes flashed with anger. "And then She came along." Even without explanations, you know she means (#2). "She had the nerve to come and steal his heart from me, and now I'll never get him back! Well, if I can't have him, no one can! I resolved that day last year that I would get my revenge, revenge on him for betraying me, revenge on her for her thievery, but I had to wait. I had to wait for an opportunity to arise, so I could carry out my plan without suspicion. All I needed was a fool to pick a fight with (#1), and I could shift the blame all on him long enough for me to do what needed to be done. Luckily, (#4) stepped up to the plate. It was a pity, my having to kill him. But it was all for love, so what does it matter? It's the same for you and the police officer."

You look at the girl, gone insane with her power and broken heart. You know you can't destroy her, not with all this pain you feel. She turns to you and smiles. "Why, you didn't believe me when I said destroying the conjuror would break the curse, did you?" She laughs incredulously. "And here I thought you were bright. No, the only way to end the curse is if I lift it. But why would I do that?" She looks back at (#1), who is breathing sparingly, in short, shallow breaths. "It won't be long now, and he'll be dead, just like I planned. Why would I stop now?" You look up at her, she's still the same witch she always was, she could be had for a price. "Name-" You stop short, just to talk makes your heart hurt even more. But you have to continue, for (#1)'s sake. "Name your... price." She looks up at you, confused. "What?" she asks. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding erratically. "What would... I have to... do... for you to li... lift the curse?"

(#3) pauses, obviousy intrigued. "Well now," she says slowly. "I didn't expect a question like that. Do you really care for your friend?" You nod emphatically, leaning against the door. "Hmm. In that case, I think I have a proposition for you." You look at her, you look into her eyes. You don't know what she has planned, but it can't be good. "If you love your friend that much, then you can save him." You wait for her to finish. She smiles maddeningly before continuing. "All you have to do," she says in a voice barely above a whisper, "Is choose him." The pain suddenly stops. Your heartbeat returns to normal and you can breathe easily and deeply. (#3) reversed the curse on you. But (#1) is still struggling to breathe on the bed. You're confused. "Wh- what?" "You have to choose!" She says insistantly, standing up. "I'm not a bad person, really, I'm not. I can reverse the curse on (#1), I can reverse the curse on all of them. (#1), (#2), (#6), and (#7). I can even bring back (#4), but I never do anything unless it's for the proper price. If you can prove to me that there is still real love in the world, if you can prove to me that you care enough for all those people by choosing to give your life for the lives of the others, then I will reverse the curse on all of them. But to do so, you have to die. What do you choose?"

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Fill in the blanks, which members do you choose to fill which slots?

#1, the best friend who's dying:
#2, your best friend's girlfriend:
#3, the gypsie witch who cursed you all:
#4, the poor fool who got mixed up in all this:
#5, the bartender:
#6, the friend who wants to help you:
#7, the police officer who took you to #4:

Also, what do you choose, do you die for the lives of your friends, or do they die while you live?

Well, I like to eat mocha fudge ice cream drizzled with hershey syrup. This always makes me feel better whenever I'm feeling down. :)