Only 3 choices

[quickied]

FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist



You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

Comments

[medicalling]

Is that so?

Heads up, this is Deadpool. 4th wall breaks is kinda his thing.

[masklessmerc]

Yes, I offer great compliments to your writer for choosing the human equivalent of a golden retriever.

[medicalling]

My writer? Is that like a new slang for God? Well, I'll be sure to pass that along should I ever meet them.

[masklessmerc]

I suppose they have "godlike" powers. But I'm pretty sure it would be heresy to call them "gods". Mine definitely divided from my canon. Comes with the benefit of not having cancer... but I'm unfortunately quite killable. Also, I still has a mouth. Which I consider a priority.

[He's then going to poke at the guy for seemingly no reason. Yeah, he knows that the guy is fey. He's curious how this "glamor" thing works. Will him call him out? Nah. He'll keep your secret.]

[medicalling]

[He looks down at being poked.]

Ah, can I help you with something? Maybe you got lost on your way to a certain floor?

[Perhaps the psych floor?]

[masklessmerc]

Hm...? Just checking how real you are. [That's probably not helping.] Come to think about it, I could have said I was on the way to the cancer ward... if I didn't just say I dodged that bullet. Anyhow...yeah hi, I'm Wade. I'm new security. [Considering the katanas... maybe that lie is believable?]

[Hey! Rude.]

[medicalling]

Ah, I'm pretty real.

[Yep, definitely psych floor.]

Are those? Because I don't think you should be wandering around a hospital with those at all. Security or not. I'm quite certain that's not under the column of official hospital protection gear.

[masklessmerc]

Katanas yes. They're very efficient at killing people with... probably shouldn't have said that. Hm... I suppose I can't convince you to... ignore it?

[medicalling]

Probably not. You should also probably either go back up to the sixth floor, or maybe find the exit doors rather promptly.

[masklessmerc]

...what's on the sixth floor?

[medicalling]

Mental health services. They've lots of lovely doctors up there, dove. I'm sure one of them is missing you.

[masklessmerc]

No... I'm pretty sure my target isn't there. Oh right, maybe I should have started with that. I'm on a goverment assignment to eliminate a terrorist who's hiding out here under a fake name. Let me just... [He pulls out a scrunched paper with a CIA seal on it. He shows it to the other. While it doesn't exactly say that he's an assassin, it does identify him as a goverment official on a classified mission.] ...there. See?

[medicalling]

[Rowan's nose crinkles up as he squints at the scrunched up paper, reading something that might look official, but the man holding it certainly seemed less so. Though, to be fair, in his lifetime, he'd come across a variety of special forces, operatives, and groups that were... less than stable. The more a human was made to slaughter their own kind, the more it seemed to do something to them.]

And what exactly has this, ah, target done that's required the action suited to a pair of katanas in a crowded, city hospital, aye?

[masklessmerc]

Other than constructing bombs? And threaten to blow this very hospital up? Probably nothing! [He responds sarcastically.] Speaking of which, I should probably hurry before he donates a bomb in a very crowded room, like the ER.

[Special mutant forces in his case. The perfect soldier in fact... if he cold keep his mouth shut.]