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kate; ([personal profile] morns) wrote in [community profile] avalaughs2021-03-13 08:48 pm

you're the reason i lose never have i ever

never have i ever.



Never Have I Ever, for those of you haven't heard of it, is a classic drinking game. Individuals take turns stating something they've never done, and everyone who has done it takes a drink. And then embarrassment and teasing and general fun is had by all.


HOW THIS WORKS
✔ Post with your character. This is your thread for as many 'Never have I ever' statements you'd like to make!
✔ Under your own thread, reply to yourself ICly with a statement of something your character has never done.
✔ Post as many 'nevers' as you like, but each 'never' should be it's own comment string, under your character's thread.
✔ Other characters reply to whichever 'nevers' they like, drinking or not drinking as appropriate.
✔ Optional rule: If you drink, you have to explain the situation in which the 'never' occurred!
✔ Another optional rule: Forced honestly is okay, if you have a character that wouldn't talk/share anything.
✔ Threadjacking is encouraged! Particularly if it's to make fun of someone for their answer/drinking.
✔ HAVE FUN PEOPLE
eightfoldfiend: (there's always worse.)

[personal profile] eightfoldfiend 2021-03-17 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That pallor is not the work of Dharma, it comes from being forced to see through human eyes. I used to be able to see all of the colors of magic and creation. I could feel a spell's pull on the fabric of reality but here that entire spectrum has become invisible to me.

[He snorts.]

It's awful, isn't it? Like being only half alive.
weenwoon: Ina_FF14 (hythlodaeus goes to a shoujo manga)

[personal profile] weenwoon 2021-03-20 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright, we definitely need that shot now.]

'Twas how I felt on arrival, indeed. Half-blind, disoriented. The world itself missing a dimension...

[He sighs.]

That shock comes fourfold, I believe. The initial fear and confusion. Then pushing it aside, not letting oneself dwell on it. Then growing frustrated, furious at the fate dealt to us. And then... that great emptiness of realizing there is naught to be done about it. At least, not here. All I have been able to achieve so far has been a pale facsimile. And I know not what is worse; how feeble it is or the fact that I would still cling to it for comfort.