3 in 1 testrun prompt!
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rubycity_rp
A: Third Person
Elodin stood on the edge of the bridge, arms stretched out and eyes closed. One might almost think he were contemplating suicide, were the bridge more than a few feet above the water. As it is, falling from this height would merely make one wet. He was kind of wobbling just a bit and there was a half empty beer stein by his feet.
B: First Person
Last week's class was a resounding disappointment, but they say perseverance is a virtue, so I shall press on despite having dullards as students. A passing grade shall be given to the first student who can bring to me conclusive proof that last week's assignment was actually impossible OR conclusive proof that it WAS possible.
2: Forwhisperingrock
A: Third Person
Parley was sitting on a large rock in a middle of a stream, eyes closed and look of extreme concentration on her face. Apparently the latest attempt to unlock any psychic powers beyond the most absolutely basic ones is mediation, but it really doesn't seem like Parley is very good at meditation. In fact, it looks like there's sweat starting to run down her face from how hard she's concentrating, which isn't really how you're supposed to meditate...
B: First Person
Dear Smarmy bastard who thought it would be funny to root through my stuff and steal my merit badges,
I will find you, and then you will be in for a WORLD of pain, psychic powers or not. You didn't honestly think there could be any other way this could play out, did you?
Sincerly,
Parley
3: Forfateconflation
A: Third Person
Grant strolled down the street, hands in his pockets and whistling. He would have looked perfectly natural were it not the middle of the night in a bad part of town that was also known in certain circles for being practically teeming with supernatural horrors. To an observer who knew all this, Grant looked like he was TRYING to start a fight. He was being aggressively oblivious to the danger of he scenario.
B: First Person
Put me in front of an angry dead apostle, or a power mad necromancer and I know what to do, but I've never been any good at dealing with things like THIS...
Does...anyone here know how to tie a tie?
rubycity_rpA: Third Person
Elodin stood on the edge of the bridge, arms stretched out and eyes closed. One might almost think he were contemplating suicide, were the bridge more than a few feet above the water. As it is, falling from this height would merely make one wet. He was kind of wobbling just a bit and there was a half empty beer stein by his feet.
B: First Person
Last week's class was a resounding disappointment, but they say perseverance is a virtue, so I shall press on despite having dullards as students. A passing grade shall be given to the first student who can bring to me conclusive proof that last week's assignment was actually impossible OR conclusive proof that it WAS possible.
2: For
whisperingrockA: Third Person
Parley was sitting on a large rock in a middle of a stream, eyes closed and look of extreme concentration on her face. Apparently the latest attempt to unlock any psychic powers beyond the most absolutely basic ones is mediation, but it really doesn't seem like Parley is very good at meditation. In fact, it looks like there's sweat starting to run down her face from how hard she's concentrating, which isn't really how you're supposed to meditate...
B: First Person
Dear Smarmy bastard who thought it would be funny to root through my stuff and steal my merit badges,
I will find you, and then you will be in for a WORLD of pain, psychic powers or not. You didn't honestly think there could be any other way this could play out, did you?
Sincerly,
Parley
3: For
fateconflationA: Third Person
Grant strolled down the street, hands in his pockets and whistling. He would have looked perfectly natural were it not the middle of the night in a bad part of town that was also known in certain circles for being practically teeming with supernatural horrors. To an observer who knew all this, Grant looked like he was TRYING to start a fight. He was being aggressively oblivious to the danger of he scenario.
B: First Person
Put me in front of an angry dead apostle, or a power mad necromancer and I know what to do, but I've never been any good at dealing with things like THIS...
Does...anyone here know how to tie a tie?
