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I'm quite a fan of "Therapy Session #1". Tried to write a similar poem myself a while back, but it didn't turn out nearly as well. Are you from Memphis, by the way?

I'd be open to trying any of these out (except the Avatar one, since I haven't watched much of the series myself). I don't really have a preference as to which plot idea should be chosen, so if you would like to do one with me, you can choose. :)

"Of course I want her to live!" Dasher shouted almost instantly. He hesitated for a moment longer, watching the golden liquid ooze slowly back and forth as he titled the glass vial. How is this dog important to HIM? He didn't have time for questions right now, he realized that. He reasoned that...

Had that man...just whispered something to the dog? Where was this concern coming from? Dasher cared about the dog too, but this was something more...Maybe the guy's an animal rights activist. Dasher walked across the cracked tile to the man's coat. Sure enough, there was a vile and a...

This mystery man...how did his eyes transition from cold to caring in a millisecond? Dasher's stomach had this unsettled feeling for reasons he couldn't quite understand. After directing the stranger to the first aid kit, there wasn't much he could do but sit back and watch in awe as his kitchen...

Dasher opened the door as silently as he could manage, and held it open with his foot as he carried the weak dog across the threshold. He had no choice but to let the door slam behind him and pray no one heard it. The first thing he heard was Dave, the perpetually drunk landlord, on one of his...

The girl- Maddie, she called herself- skipped away before Delvin had a chance to say anything else. His eyes trailed after her, his face still frozen in an unwavering dumb-struck scowl. He tried to recollect everything she had just said. A....movie? What is that?, he wondered to himself. That...

Will do!

I'm up for either option. I see why you'd rather not fool with it, but I also see your concern about outrageous spending..maybe just warn everyone you recruit not to do that, and if they still do, make them edit their post..if they keep doing it, then kindly ask them to leave..

He had no time to contemplate this strange phenomenon. He jumped onto the bike and gunned it. He left the policeman sputtering in the exhaust fumes. I hope he doesn't follow me...what have I gotten myself into? In just a few blocks, he arrived at his home (apartment building, rather). It...

For Dasher, this was an easy choice. No way was he waiting around to be badgered by police and news crews for God knows how long. But the street was blocked. Looks like I won't be able to drive out of here after all. Unless...He glanced over to a Harley Davidson in the parking lot. His clunky...

Ahh, I wouldn't ask you to do something so similar just for my benefit. Seems like that would be rather tedious for you. I just wanted to compliment your plot idea. ^_^

Lemme just tell you....tragic? f'd up? I have no limits. NONE. This is fiction, after all. I hope I didn't just come off as a psychopath! aha I will say, I just started roleplaying..I don't have much content to reference you to. (Except this, Fantasy - Writer's Realm (with ElizaVioly) |...

Ooh, that does sound interesting and a lot of fun. :D

I think that sounds not only awesome, but also quite feasible. :)

Jesus Christ....Dasher sprinted to the dog, used all his muscle to throw the debris off her. Good thing he didn't squirm at the sight of blood- there was a lot of it. It pooled beneath her, matting up her hair. He didn't know where the urgent care center for animals was. Hell, he didn't even...

Awesome! Let me know when you create the thread. :)

Will Hestia the Chestia be there? If so, count me in! But seriously, I love this anime, and I'd be interested in joining. I would definitely post frequently- for example, today, I have four hours of "work" where I basically do nothing. I dunno how to help as far as the stats/dice go...

Does this require that we have finished the series? I've only watched part of Future Diary, but like you said, the basic premise isn't all that complicated.

Dasher ran into the kitchen. He saw his boss lying on the floor underneath a pile of rubble. A bomb? What is this, a 1920's mafia war? He checked for a pulse...just barely, but it was still there. He snatched up his phone and dialed 911. Just then, he recalled the cringe-worthy wails of that...