Hello everyone! A friend of mine encouraged me to make this, so I am. The idea sounded like a fun little thing for writers to get to know their characters a little bit better. From simple questions to something complicated depending on who asks what. I hope it'll be fun! 
First a few guidelines...
- Abide by site rules
- Keep things PG-13
- No hate
- No bullies
- No politics
- Please be courteous to others
This is meant purely as a game and intended to be a fun little way to get to know your character better. With everything mentioned, please enjoy yourselves.
Here's how the game works...
Someone writes up a rumor and your character must answer it truthfully. If they wish to elaborate, they are more than welcome to. Then, you are free to write up your own little rumor for the next person to answer and so on.
I'll start us off!
Rumor has it that you like to sky dive...
First a few guidelines...
- Abide by site rules
- Keep things PG-13
- No hate
- No bullies
- No politics
- Please be courteous to others
This is meant purely as a game and intended to be a fun little way to get to know your character better. With everything mentioned, please enjoy yourselves.
Here's how the game works...
Someone writes up a rumor and your character must answer it truthfully. If they wish to elaborate, they are more than welcome to. Then, you are free to write up your own little rumor for the next person to answer and so on.
I'll start us off!
Rumor has it that you like to sky dive...
"I've been sky diving once or twice. It's fun, but not something I'd necessarily say I like to do."
She would lean against the wall and look to the next person.
"So, uh... I hear you're pretty good at chess."
She would lean against the wall and look to the next person.
"So, uh... I hear you're pretty good at chess."
Lex would smile faintly, "Guilty, I suppose." A light shrug followed suit. "It's all about the forethought for me. Chess is a gymnasium of the mind; for in the idea of chess, we have a picture of the intellectual struggle of mankind."
A beat of time would pass before he moved on to share his bit of tea.
"So," he would begin in earnest, leaning in conspiratorially as though he had a secret of the ages to share with the other, "I heard that you were in the midst of writing an exposé on some profound, hidden truth. Mind disclosing to the rest of us your findings or do we have to wait for the grand reveal?"
A beat of time would pass before he moved on to share his bit of tea.
"So," he would begin in earnest, leaning in conspiratorially as though he had a secret of the ages to share with the other, "I heard that you were in the midst of writing an exposé on some profound, hidden truth. Mind disclosing to the rest of us your findings or do we have to wait for the grand reveal?"
The mysterious figure would exit from the shadows in a trench coat, sunglasses, and a tribly hat.
"Ahem... Like, patience is a virtue, Mr. Luthor. But I'll share..."
He would throw the hat and glasses aside and then remove the coat.
"Like, tada!"
Shaggy brushed a few crumbs from his shirt as he reached for the papers to hand to Lex.
"Me and Scoob found out that none of this real, man. You, me, everyone here is just a mask that someone wears to, like, escape the real world! It's pretty trippy, man!"
Shaggy crossed his arms and looked hopeful at the next person as his stomach growled.
"A little birdy told me you're, like, a really good cook! I'm starving! What's on the menu, man?"
"Ahem... Like, patience is a virtue, Mr. Luthor. But I'll share..."
He would throw the hat and glasses aside and then remove the coat.
"Like, tada!"
Shaggy brushed a few crumbs from his shirt as he reached for the papers to hand to Lex.
"Me and Scoob found out that none of this real, man. You, me, everyone here is just a mask that someone wears to, like, escape the real world! It's pretty trippy, man!"
Shaggy crossed his arms and looked hopeful at the next person as his stomach growled.
"A little birdy told me you're, like, a really good cook! I'm starving! What's on the menu, man?"
“Honey, well first I’m a girl, even if furred all over, still a girl. But it’s rumor that I can cook, maybe a vegetable stew or a herbal tea, else it’s only a salad of leaves and a bit of bark to nibble on. No that rumor, like some other is just an exaggerated lie. But I don’t mind.”
Lizbeth smiles, she’s used to rumors and this one she surely lets it pass her ears without anger.
“But I heared that you, yes you, you did some poaching, right? Deer have their ears everywhere, they know, they know….”
Lizbeth smiles, she’s used to rumors and this one she surely lets it pass her ears without anger.
“But I heared that you, yes you, you did some poaching, right? Deer have their ears everywhere, they know, they know….”
Vince leaned against the wall in a doomed attempt to look cool.
"Yeah. Well, they don't exactly give out hunting licenses for werewolves.
Sometimes, I drive out in the woods for a full moon. Always been a city-dweller, but you know, much easier not to accidentally do something you regret when you're surrounded by game. You can just unleash your inner wolf, and there is no guilt when you sink your teeth into a…"
Vince stopped himself, as his eyes fell on his conversational partner once more. Then, with a sudden thud, his flat hand hit his forehead.
"…in my defense, in my world deer aren't fully conscious. Like, they're primal deer. And I barely got the money to drive out there. I usually hunt pigeons on full moon, they're like little round snacks…"
His voice trailed off. There was hardly any chance to save this one without looking like a spree killer, especially since to a deer, he basically was.
His eyes fell on the other person in the conversation.
"You're not just five to six pigeons in a trench coat, are you?" he made sure. "…or a member of the FBI? The USFWS? Or any other three letter agenc… any alphabet agency?
I've heard rumors you know…"
"Yeah. Well, they don't exactly give out hunting licenses for werewolves.
Sometimes, I drive out in the woods for a full moon. Always been a city-dweller, but you know, much easier not to accidentally do something you regret when you're surrounded by game. You can just unleash your inner wolf, and there is no guilt when you sink your teeth into a…"
Vince stopped himself, as his eyes fell on his conversational partner once more. Then, with a sudden thud, his flat hand hit his forehead.
"…in my defense, in my world deer aren't fully conscious. Like, they're primal deer. And I barely got the money to drive out there. I usually hunt pigeons on full moon, they're like little round snacks…"
His voice trailed off. There was hardly any chance to save this one without looking like a spree killer, especially since to a deer, he basically was.
His eyes fell on the other person in the conversation.
"You're not just five to six pigeons in a trench coat, are you?" he made sure. "…or a member of the FBI? The USFWS? Or any other three letter agenc… any alphabet agency?
I've heard rumors you know…"
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