Shag, Marry, Cliff

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Shag, Marry, Cliff
The Meme

Shag, Marry, Cliff (known alternatively as: Fuck, Marry, Kill, among other names) is a sort of party or road-trip game. One person gives three names, and the next person says which of the three they'd screw (or shag or fuck, whatever), marry, and throw off a cliff (or punch or kill, whatever). It can continue on or the "players" can sit and discuss their terrible life choices.

How to play
1) Comment with your character.
2) Reply (ICly) to others with three names to choose from.
3) Say who you would shag, who you would marry and who you would kill/cliff.
4) Enjoy the resulting interaction!

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Comments

Rey | Star Wars

[girlandherstaff]

[xwingpoetry]

Finn, me, and Kylo Ren.

[He looks so pleased with himself. But he also really hopes you don't want to kill him or Finn, just sayin'.]

[girlandherstaff]

Well, it's obvious I'm cliffing Kylo Ren. I... don't know about the other two. I don't think Finn knows what the other two even are.

[xwingpoetry]

Rey.

[Come on.]

I'm pretty sure Finn knows what shagging is.

[girlandherstaff]

[She raises an eyebrow]

You think they teach that at stromtrooper academy?

[xwingpoetry]

I think they probably learned about it outside of the academy.

The kid isn't that sheltered.

Know what else I think? You're stalling.

[girlandherstaff]

[Dammit]

I am not stalling! This is a legitimate question. Finn just kept grabbing my hand the first time we met, the whole idea of him knowing what shagging is somehow seems... weirdly wrong? It'd be like if BB-8 sprouted legs.

[xwingpoetry]

[He's just laughing in amusement now. Sorry, Rey.]

Okay, alright. But trust me, there are some things you don't have to learn all about. I'm pretty sure he'd catch on quick.

[girlandherstaff]

He might not!

[She wouldn't]

[xwingpoetry]

He'd figure it out. I'm sure you could help him with all the bits and pieces.

[Totally teasing her now.]

[girlandherstaff]

[Please don't blush, please don't blush]

Who said I was choosing either of you?!

[xwingpoetry]

[Cue dramatic gasp here. He's having way too much fun with this.]

Surely you're not saying you and Ren...?

[girlandherstaff]

No!?

[She actually looks shocked]

[xwingpoetry]

Then you have to choose one of us!

That's how you play the game. It's supposed to be fun.

[ragingstrife]

This one's for both of you. Two birds, one stone.

Your ships, your droids, and Uncle Chewie.

[girlandherstaff]

... Nothing is happening to any of them.

[ragingstrife]

That's not how you play the game.

[girlandherstaff]

It's how I play the game.

[ragingstrife]

Out when the going gets tough? Or does this line of questioning make you uncomfortable?

[girlandherstaff]

It makes me wonder what you have planned for our ships, droids, and Chewbacca.

[ragingstrife]

Between the fur ball's vendetta and the piece of wampa shit I assume you're both still flying, I see no need for planning. That being said, I'm still waiting for your answers.

[girlandherstaff]

Of course Chewbacca's angry at you and the Falcon is a classic and flies beautifully. She's not a piece of wampa shit!

[ragingstrife]

Still waiting...

[girlandherstaff]

Still not answering.

[ragingstrife]

Sure you don't mean to kill the droid, shag me and marry the Millennium Falcon.