fuck marry kill

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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

Comments

[snaggleteeth]

Left before you could lose. How is that not 'shitting the bed?'

[technically, this is the random number generator's fault, assuming koby did nothing unscrupulous.]

[scathe]

[elias will always assume the worst.]

You serious? [hand on the table, a little too close to someone's drink. his fingertips graze the glass, like an angry cat ready to knock something over.] I left because I was done.

Kill the guy who can't mind his business.

[he's talking about trying to poke around in his head, buddy.]

[snaggleteeth]

[the stranger does not look at the poor onlooker's unfortunate drink. he's busy looking at elias, like an idiot fascinated by an eclipse. makes him motionless.]

Not how you play. You're supposed to fuck and marry somebody, too.

[scathe]

I don't want to play. Come up with something better.

[snaggleteeth]

Kill the guy who can't mind his business—outside?

[the stranger's smile is a little shitty, but just a little.]

[scathe]

[some annoyance tapers off. he is looking at the stranger like he's considering.]

Does the guy have to join me?

[snaggleteeth]

[the absence of annoyance puts a little moue on the stranger's face. he stands up, though. reaches to shift that other person's near-casualty drink back from the table's edge.]

I don't die without a little effort.

[scathe]

[reflexively, elias' fingers wrap around the glass and drag it just out of the stranger's reach.]

Most people don't. [eyes flicker down at the glass, the stranger, back again. index taps the glass three times and he decides to leave the drink alone. out of his seat, he's making for the exit without checking if the stranger is following him. something says he is. like they didn't come to these terms together:] What do you want?

[snaggleteeth]

[behind elias, where only others and maybe door eyeball can see, the stranger throws his head back and stares at the ceiling. a very shitty 'god help me' gesture for a sacrilegious space wizard.

but he follows. by the time elias turns, he's staring again.]

Your blood in my mouth. Or the other way around. Not picky.