Truth or DARE!!!!!

Truth

Truth or Dare to next person <3

 

Pursuing my truth seeeeeeeeeeeelf

ToD to below.

 

Immmmmmmmpresssiioooonnnsss of meh :D and have they changed?

 

When are you guys planning on spawning babies?
Gonna be slightly cruel this time.
Your lover is dying of an illness, which is also causing them a lot of pain. You are told that they will go through another month of this constant pain before they finally succumb. That night, you cry, and pray for something, anything, to make the situation better, and sure enough; God himself answers you, and offers you the choice. You can either;
1 - Save the persons life, thus making them completely immune to the illness for the rest of their natural life, but have them forget you entirely.
2 - Die with them, sharing their pain, and with the guarentee that you will share an afterlife together, but be unable to raise a family together.
3 - Save the persons life, but leaving them with a moderate level of their pain, allowing you to live a normal life together.
4 - Have them die quickly and painlessly now, sparing them the torture and letting you live a normal life, but without them.

 

T_T Machi Dying? *cries*:crybaby::crybaby::crybaby::crybaby:

I have to go with Number 1... I don't want Machi to be in pain because I love him to much... And I don't want him to die either... It'd be sad that he'd forget me...but atleast He'd be all better :(

 

Why are you so prudish?

Lazy...

Truth or dare?

 

*sigh* truth

 

I'm actually none of those things. If you would, please explain what you're refering to specifically, so that I can answer properly.

 

Hmm, well, I didn't really have a well defined first impression of you. I always thought "she seems nice :v". But now getting to know you, I know you are nice and you always work to get through obstacles and such, which is a really admirable quality to have. You are kind to everyone, and I am glad you and Machi are together (BUT YOU BETTER TREAT HER RIGHT BRO B| nah kidding i know you do xD) and are also a great khv sister. <:

 

You seem somewhat averse to lusting and indecency, but again, I was lazy. Do not mind me.

Truth or dare? You must ask as well...

 

A truth please~

Truth or Dare below?

 

What is the greatest insult you have ever paid someone? Who were they, in relation to you?

Truth or dare to the below.

 

Lazy or not, I'll answer properly.

I most likely appear that way because of the specific things asked before. Yes, it takes a lot to make me sexually interested in somebody, and yes I've done very little sexually, but it's more because of circumstance than anything else. I haven't been in a relationship in which doing anything was a viable possibility for a very long time, and my interest in such things was late developing anyway.

@Andrew - Dare plz, somebody else can take Makaze's offer.

 

Alright, sorry it took so long, I was too tired to start one last night, and I've been pretty busy today. Te Deum, here's your Truth.

You roll out of bed to the sound of your phone alarm going off. You hit the "dismiss" button and sleepily go downstairs, you eat a little cereal and then get ready for school. Typical Monday morning. You go outside and wheel your bike to (_____)'s house. He's your real life best friend, you don't have to tell us his name. You wait a little while for him to come out, you guys always ride to school together, but he doesn't come. You pull out your cell and call him, but he doesn't answer. Oh well. Maybe he's feeling sick or something. You go on to school.

The next morning, the same thing happens, but this time you go up and knock on the door. (_____)'s dad answers. That's odd, usually he'd be at work by this time. But you don't say anything, you just ask if (_____)'s coming to school or not. (_____)'s dad looks at you for a minute before yelling upstairs for (_____) to get out of the house and go to school. You're a little surprised at this, his dad's usually pretty cool about stuff. You stand around awkwardly until (_____) comes out, slamming the door behind him. He looks like he didn't get much sleep last night, but you decide not to say anything. You go to school.

Wednesday is pretty rainy, so instead of walking to your friends house, your mom drops you off at the school. A little bit later, (_____) comes in, wheeling his bike and soaked to the bone. You wonder for a moment why his mom didn't drive him, but you have other things to think about, like the homework due on Friday and the cute girl talking to you. After that, you have to get to class. By the time you finally talk to (_____), he's dried off a bit and you've forgotten all about that morning. The day goes on.

Thursday morning, in front of (_____)'s house, you hear yelling as you wait outside. (_____) comes out of the house, red-faced as he shuts the door behind him. His parents are screaming at eachother. As he gets his bike out of the garage, you see a strange mark on his face, a bruise. His dad must have hit him. The ride to school is awkward for both of you. You talk about school, homework, everything but the bruise on his face and his parent's fight. Throughout the day, as people pass you in the halls, you see them look at (_____)'s face and you can see the judgement written in their eyes. Some jerks even snicker and whisper about him to eachother. You want to punch them, but you think that would just embarrass (_____) even more. So you both ignore them.

Friday morning, everything seems strangely peaceful at (_____)'s house, considering the past week. He comes out and get's his bike, but the two of you don't say anything, you ride to school in silence. All throughout the day, (_____)'s quiet and distracted, he doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything that's going on. After school, he asks if he can hang out at your house and spend the night. You say sure, but when he stops at his house to get his stuff, he comes back out and says bitterly that his dad said he had to stay home and babysit his eight year-old sister. You almost offer to stay and hang out with him there, but decide not to. You just don't think you'd be able to hold in your anger with his dad being there. So you go home.

Saturday you sleep in 'till noon. Your mom makes you go grocery shopping with her and you forgot to bring your phone, And then when that's over, you go out to eat for lunch. After lunch, the car breaks down and you and your mom spend the better part of an hour trying to figure out what's wrong. Finally, your mom calls a tow-truck and a taxi to get home. By the time you get there, it's almost dinner time and you have to help your mom get dinner ready. After dinner, you clean up, and then you find your phone. It's dead. You put it on the charger and see that you have four missed calls from (_____). You call him back, but he doesn't tell you anything. He sounds oddly normal, like he's trying really hard to make it seem like everything is fine. He says that he was just calling to hang out, but you think he's lying. You can tell there's something wrong, but you don't want to force him to tell you anything if he doesn't want to, so you talk a little bit about video games and then he says he has to go, so you say "Later," and hang up.

Sunday you go to Mass and then sit at home, your mom has strict rules about Sunday being a day of rest. You're not allowed to go anywhere, you're not allowed to call anyone. You consider asking her for permission just this once, to check up on your friend. She might understand, you know? But you're watching TV and say you'll do it later. After the TV show is over, you've forgotten about it and for the rest of the day, you don't even think about (_____). It's not intentional, the thought just doesn't cross your mind.

Monday you wait by his house, but he doesn't come out. You call his cell, but he doesn't answer. You knock on the door, his dad answers the door, obviously drunk, yells "GO AWAY!" and slams the door in your face. You stand there, stunned, but you're not about to knock again, so you go to school. That's where you hear it. Sunday night, everybody says, (_____) shot himself in the head because his parents were getting a divorce. You're shocked. (_____), dead? You don't believe it. You refuse to believe it. You cut class and go back to his house. Forget the dad, you bang on the door, you're going to go upstairs to his room and make him come to school, so people will stop saying such ridiculous things. But when his little sister answers the door crying, you know the truth.

She tells you all about it, she obviously hasn't been able to talk to anyone else, poor kid. Their mom moved out Thursday night, she was mad at their dad because he lost his job and got drunk every night. He was getting drunk every night because he'd lost his job and was fighting with his wife. Then they both fought with (_____) because he was mad at his dad for drinking and mad at his mom for yelling at his dad. She tells you, between sobs, that his mom called on Sunday to tell them about the divorce. "She d-didn't even come and t-tell us in p-person, she just called."

She said that her dad wouldn't even talk to them about it, and said that he didn't care about them or their mom. She says that that pushed (_____) to the final limit and he and their dad fought for two hours. She says she hid in her bedroom because it was too awful to hear them screaming about eachother. "A-and they said such h-horrible things," she bawls. After that, (_____) left the house. They found his body this morning.

She can't continue talking about it. She just stands there in the doorway, crying. You don't know what to do. You're so angry, and upset, and confused, and underlying all that is the knowledge that you could have made a difference. If you had done one thing differently, the outcome might not have been the same. (_____) could have got through this. Yeah, it would have hard, but you could have helped him get through it. But now, it's too late. He's gone, for good. If only you had done something differently....

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If you could go back to one day of that week, what would you differently, and why?

 

Let me think...

I guess back in second grade was my worst insult. My best friend and I had gotten into a little argument and I called her a "stupid penguin" (because she was absolutely obsessed with them). It really got to her and she immediately began crying. We didn't talk for the rest of the year.

I still feel bad about it, even though we are talking again. ;~;

Hmmm...

I dare you to type with only caps for the next hour (starting from the time this is posted).

EDIT: I just thought that dare through and realized it wouldn't have worked, haha.

I re-dare you to... put everything you type in one post into spoiler tags for the next hour.

 

Spoiler

Done.

Truth or Dare, persona?

 

Dare.

Truth or dare?

 

Spoiler

You are dared to, for the next 24 hours, have your sig and avatar replaced with images of Barney the Dinosaur.

 

Pssshhhh well god's out of the question. There'd be more mayhem no doubt. XD Or at the very least the power will go to my head for sure. -_- So though I don't like those close to me suffering, I guess I'll have to go that route. Since there's at least a possibility of the suffering ending for the long term.

Pffffaahahahahaha! XD I can't even take you seriously like that Makaze!

 

05:56 PM tomorrow. Got it.