So, it works like this: a person posts a letter, the next poster reads it, and then replies and writes another letter to the next poster. It goes on and on (that is, if anyone is even interested). The letters should be about CYS because, well, this is the CYS site. I'll start first.
Hello next poster,
I think your stories are getting good ratings, and maybe your story even is one of the top 5. Well, then I'd be lucky I'm talking to you. When you're writing storygames, do you feel happy, or feel like it's a task you have to finish? Sometimes I have that feeling.
When you read stories you think are bad, would you feel you want to delete them right on the spot? I see some of the comments on some stories say, ‘If I were you, I would delete this.’ Sometimes when I think a story is good, but the comments are negative and the ratings are low, I feel really strange.
Yours,
The starter of this thread
Dear mizal,
Let me eat ur vagene
Your dad is your mom, and your mom is your dad
Not yours,
TharaApples
PS: screw other fruit that aren't apples
Dear Thara,
You meant that in an "EndMaster is both father and mother because of how great he is" way, right?
Dear next poster,
Tell your mom I'll be over in a bit.
Yours for a price,
Cricket
Dear Cricky,
I'm sure my mom will be overjoyed to know you will be going over to seduce her.
A 50,000 word commentary on the inherent value of pain and suffering will suffice as a response.
Unsincerely,
Corgi
Dear Corgi,
This is a 50,000 word commentary on the inherent value of pain and suffering...
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INVISIBLE INK PLEASE APPLY ARTERIAL BLOOD TO DECIPHER THE SECRET OF PAIN AND SUFFERING
...)
No u.
Yours truly,
Shouja.
Mmm! Baking soda! I think I'll use it to make some extremely delicious and entirely legal brownies! ^_^
Dear Next Poster,
I'm really sorry, but this just isn't going to work out. It's not you, it's me... I'm just not attracted to ugly people. :(
Dear Mizal,
This is going to be the CHADDEST funeral ever, as our beloved Briar would have wanted. A thousand CoGites shall be sacrificed to serve her in the afterlife.
Isabella is the best waifu. Fite me.
Dear Cricket,
Whatever you just said to me wasn't real words.
Why the devil did you even respond to this?
Dear Prussen,
Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had all day.
I demand a shrubbery, or else I will continue to say "nih."
Nih!
I have taken one of her chickens hostage and will wait for her in the bushes. This old shoe should suffice.
Mizal knows too much, and must be eliminated. Be careful though, I hear she knows 500 ways to kill a man with just an ordinary pair of scissors. (All of them involve decapitation).
Great, just in time for dinner. I'll be over in a flash.
Can jet fuel melt steel beams? Depending on your answer you are enlightened or one of the sheeple.
Dear Fallout fan,
No. Steel melts at 2,777 degrees Fahrenheit, while Jet fuel burns at 1,517 degrees Fahrenheit. Steel only loses roughly half it's strength at about 1,200 degrees Farhrenheit, but not enough to shape for whatever metal project you have planned. Electricity, propane, or Natural gas would be a better fuel.
What do you do to focus on one writing project. I have at least five running right now, and notes for several others. I can't seem to focus.
Der Prussen,
I dont.
Der Next Poster,
Send nudes (please dont really, I dont want them, it is actually a code that must be deciphered).
I did it because:A: I hadn't received enough attention when I was born. B: I wanted an easy way to remember the year it was.
I hope so.
Does EndMaster know you are gay?
We had a very long debate about who was the best Waifu, so I think he's probably figured it out.
EndMaster, Mizal, Ogre.
Shag, Marry, Kill.
Go! ^_^
Mizal,
Well she's a little busy on her knees right now.
Next Poster,
Be sure to send in your mom after the exorcist leaves.
End:
Be careful what you wish for.
Next Person:
Somebody better go check on the original poster. I think I saw a dead turtle along the side of the road today as I was driving home from work.
Dear Previous Poster,
Thanks you too.
It might just be my brain hurting but you're looking pretty fine. Please send me your numbers.*
-Tim
(*Your Credit Card Number, the 3 digits on the back, and the expiration month and year.)
The open steppe, a fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
Back me up here.
Everyone know that the best thing in life is: "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women!"
Back me up here, but for real, unlike what I did.
Dear DerPrussen,
I am sorry to inform you that I cannot because I did not read all the letters and do not have all the context. Opening others' mail is illegal where I live, and I would rather rot in my room than in a prison cell.
Regards,
Neviril
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StoryTurtle is watching us. I must talk about CYS, and now I have.
What are you planning to do this weekend?
Dear Neviril,
Your mom.
Ford vs Puddlebunni: who would win?
Dear Serpent,
Yes.
But more importantly, did you just assume Puddle's gender?
Please stop calling me. I'm not ready. I'll call you.
Not sure, but it seems like my mom is desperately trying to prove to herself that I'm not.I know Coins' mom sure knows.
What kind of incel are you?
You had me at "candy."
Candy is nice but I like ice cream more, if you catch my drift.
What's an ice cream? Have you tried cat nip?
Nu u
Dear Kurio,
Your granny tranny
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Please stop moving this chain to the right.
Free on the weekend, Castor/Ficsean
Dear Ford,
It's Tim.
Hey look over to the bottom left
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Dear Tim, No. -Not Tim Dear Next Poster, The Bottom Left doesn't really exist. Ignore it. Respond only to this branch.
Dear Chanbot,
Yes I did know the right twix is better. 'Tis a simple fact of life. A law of the universe. Not even the reality stone could corrupt this truth.
Have you ever worn fuzzy socks and slid around a surface such as the kitchen floor or dance studio?
Dear muffin,
Not only have I done that in fuzzy socks- I have also ran around my house in socks, face planted, and got a fat lip. It hurt.
I. Bet. The. Voice. In. Your. Head. Is. Pausing. Is this better?
Dear Voice in my head
Dear Next poster
Ur mum
But you didn't answer the question.
... That said, you can't really shag, marry or kill yourself... Well, I guess you could kill yourself, but that doesn't sound like much fun.
U r dum
I found him
I dumb
