1. Post with your character.
2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies.
3. Any orders.
4. Any orders.
Meme Strategy:
There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like.
Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out.
Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here.
Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?
(stolen from
lovespheres
Master...are those...?
I was afraid that if I get much hungrier I might eat you. I didn't want to eat you, you're my friend. Even if my way of showing it is kind of, um, horrible.
[He sets down the half-eaten piece and gives the bones a miserable look, his appetite gone.] He would have had a family.
You want to do a SSW post?
And the pizza was only an appetizer for me, Handy. I could've eaten all of it and still devoured you.
Ahahaha, of course I do. XD You starting or shall I?
[Look, it's not that he doesn't appreciate not being eaten...but he's taking this random death pretty hard. Rape may be okay in his mind now, but cold-blooded murder still isn't. He sniffles a little.]
What was his name?
Go ahead. And I'm going to feel so confused when we play in sixwords next :D
Ahahaha, just think of him as a different Handy from Andrew. Got like five of him on this account.
We should bury him.
...What's left of him.
I will
He ends up different in every game anyway. :|
[He gets up and starts gathering Bobby's bones, forgetting that he's still nearly naked and in no state to go bury a murder victim.]
[Did Handy not do enough? Is this his fault?]
Edited at 2011-08-24 06:43 am (UTC)
These poor guys
*He scrabbles at himself, whimpering.* I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh God it hurts, make it stop!
[He, er, sort of drops Bobby's bones and goes to comfort the Master, putting his arms around the Time Lord.] It's alright - you're alright.