i don't know what to expect

[commemeorate]

The sport of kings. It's come to this. It's time to test your mettle against the glowy dinosaur head, the twisty thing, a wall with a hole in the bottom, and a volcano that doesn't come up to your shoulders. This is what differentiates the men from the boys, the women from the girls, and the furries from the... whatever furries are when they're not all grown up.

MINIGOLF MEME

- Post on the meme with prefs. Or not. I'm not your dad.
- Tag around.
- All threads at least tangentially involve at least the platonic ideals of minigolf.

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Date Masamune | Gakuen Basara

[powerhittou]

[Some people think of golf as a Gentleman's Game, leisurely and relaxing (or outright boring)... and then there's this teenage trainwreck.

Of course he's at the big glow-putt course, equipped with three putters in each hand, trying to complete each hole as quickly as possible. Which means he's tossing balls up in the air to hit like a baseball, sending them ricocheting off every neon wall and set piece in the place, and maybe off a few heads. He might also be trying to knock other peoples' balls out of the way on purpose. Or maybe he's taking a selfie with one of the gaudy dragon statues.

Whatever he's doing, he is loud and dangerous and definitely being plastered all over the Wall Of Shame even as we speak.]

eat my entire ass

[canzonipreferite]

[Narancia's joining his ass on the Wall Of Shame, though for entirely different reasons; he's absolutely going around stealing golf balls right off the course soon as anyone turns away and reselling them back to the players. He's having a great time stealing the balls that Masamune's whacking out of his own view, too. Has a whole little bucket full of balls when he swaggers over and holds a hand out.]

Swap ya! Fiver for more balls!

[Look at that face. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.]

mlem mlem why the fuck am i so late

[powerhittou]

Ha! I don't need your balls. I got perfectly good ones of my own right he...re...

[Well would you look at that, he's gone and burned through his little supply already. Shit! How'd he let that happen?!

Although the real mystery is how he got more than one ball in the first place. Whatever game he's been playing it sure isn't golf of any size.]

Tch, looks like I might need them after all... -wait, hold on! Do you even work here?!

is that...an ass-eating onomatopoeia

[canzonipreferite]

Looks like you're way in need of my balls, dude. Hehe ♥

[GOD. Narancia might aspire to be the peak of masculinity at any other time, but right now he's absolutely playing up the cute aspect as he swings the bucket a little and smiles coyly at this dumb shithead. He's even fluttering his Araki lashes. Rat bastard.] It's cool, I freelance here! They lemme come in on weekends to help out, since fetching balls is a pain in the ass, y'know? And you look real down on your luck...

I'll make it two bucks, since the eyepatch is awesome. You in or not, bigshot?

[ilovepuppies]

[Star was all ready to defeat this obstacle course until she walked in and saw all the pretty lights, so she stops and stares, mouth agape... until a stray golfball plonks her square in the forehead, sending her sprawling. good job asshole you just killed some kid]

[powerhittou]

[Masamune... doesn't notice. He's too busy tracking the neon blur of his stray ball whizzing through the air, knocking against something, and changing direction. He chases after it like an overwhelmed dog, until his foot snags on that same something and he goes DOWN.]

SHIT-!!

[What the hell did he even trip on? He shoots a glare at the offending object, but it fades as soon as he realizes that some asshole just killed some kid.]

O- oi, hey! Wake up! You alive?

Michael Guerin | Roswell New Mexico

[aliencowboy]

[This alien loves minigolf. Of course he has an advantage over balls with his mind.]

Ruby Rose | RWBY

[clickclickbloom]

Neal Cassidy | Once Upon a Time | OTA

[alandwithoutmagic]

seragaki aoba | dmmd | ota

[cosmo_call]

Steve Harrington | Stranger Things | OTA

[mrmom]

Rynnel Rusme | FFXIV OC

[warriorofwhere]

[ she's from a place that doesn't have the concept of golfing (yet). there's going to be so much potential for disaster. ]

...So you're saying I take this oddly-shaped stick and make the ball move to its goal?

[ it's the gist of it, says the employee. they look a little unsure though, maybe because rynnel's holding onto the club like she's going to cut someone down with it. ]

NO GUIDANCE. JUST STICK BALL.

[warriorofwhat]

Stick ball.

[ Irie doesn't clarify. She just grabs the toxic-orange ball and leaves their presence to go play. ] Rynnel!! Hurry!

[warriorofwhy]

Oh. Stick ball.

[Papayako just repeats her with a sage nod and follows after her. Everything is so small, though... Is this some kind of kids' game?] So what, you just hit it?

[warriorofwhere]

[ stick ball does make more sense. rynnel picks up a black ball in turn and lightly tosses it up into the air as she follows after Irie.

she has a very vague feeling that they're missing a point here, especially from the look the employee's giving them...

but they're also getting told to 'have fun', so... ]

...Let's see who hits the furthest.

[ I THINK WE NEED SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS THE GAME IN THIS THREAD ]

[warriorofwhat]

[ not today, satan. not today. ]

Agreed. Papa, hold this. [ Irie holds the ball to him. GO ON. WHAT COULD GO WRONG. ]

[warriorofwhy]

[SURELY NOTHING

but he looks at the club and he thinks about getting hit in the face with it at full swing... hmm... so he just stretches his arm out as far as it'll go and hopes for the best. SMART]

Fire away!