matt. (
meatbrained) wrote in
dankmemes2016-09-19 06:40 pm
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how it works:
i. post a comment with the characters you play.
ii. go around and prompt other players with a 5 + 1 prompt (e.g. "Five times Hope said sorry and one time he didn't")
iii. write a fic for the prompts people leave you!
iv. enjoy your fic? we hope?

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"Ah," her mother says, pressing her face against Miriam's hair, breathing hard. Miriam can taste the salt of blood and tears and sweat from the arena. "We're going to win, aren't we? I'm going to kill them all. Smile for me, baby. We're going to win."
2.
There's a present waiting for her on the bunk, a basket with something squeaking inside.
"Open it," her mother urges. "I made it just for you."
3.
Gilly looks over her cards. "Hmm," he says, "you're getting good at this. One day you'll cheat me out of a job."
4.
For a while there's a puppy named Raxus, and a man with pale eyes. The puppy doesn't stay but the man does. Miriam likes him. He's kind to her.
5.
"Well," the Commander murmurs, tipping Miriam's head back for a better look, "aren't you just a little spitfire."
The Commander doesn't look like a monster. She doesn't look like anything but she's holding a long knife and her teeth are stained with something black and inky. She doesn't look like someone who slaughtered a planet and left it to burn, or like the woman who just finished killing Miriam's mother.
There's no one left. Just the Commander and her shining, inky teeth.
"I wonder what we'll do with you, hmm?"
The Sons of Plunder are simple. They take what they want, twist what they please.
The Commander ruffles her hair. "You belong to me now. Aren't you grateful?"
"Yes," Miriam whispers. Her name won't be Miriam for much longer. "I'm very grateful."
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i can't wait to see more of miriam and learn more about her in game
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Also, I've started watching the TV series. I'm enjoying it more than I expected, so thanks for giving me the motivation to check it out :)
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