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Guilty. I can play the William Tell Overture on my teeth. Fuck you, Gong Show! Next poster is a pretty good cook, except for that one thing that just never seems to come out.

Maybe guilty? I like to karaoke but I’m not a good singer. I “scream-sing”. xD But sometimes people have come up to me during my specific songs (can’t remember which songs) and tell me I sing really well. Maybe they’re just a bunch of liars! The next poster has a useless talent. Dammit, WritesNaughtyStories! Ladies first!

Not guilty. There is no song I can sing. At all. Next poster is a pretty good cook, except for that one thing that just never seems to come out.

Magda marked the lead Hive frame in the unit's heads-up-display and lined up a mass driver shot that would plow through the cockpit, hopefully killing the poor pilot instantly. The pilot was no more evil than the BioFrame they piloted. It was the masters they served - unwittingly - that were the real threat. The Union needed weapons and that pilot had one. She sighed and screwed herself onto Patune's gyrating tentacle trying to convince him to stand still. She had felt him in her mind since before she was born, Had spent more time tangled in his thoughts than she had her mother's arms - he listened and she nuzzled his sensitive nerve bun

Not guilty. I can't raise my YAYAYA.... Next person can sing a specific son oddly well, but sucks at any other.

Oh right! My bad! I just noticed that. Wow I used sister every time. Yeah we can chalk it up Selene just being wrong, that definitely does fit with her being super introverted and socially awkward! And probably out of touch with people stuff.

Not guilty. I don't think they'd have ever accepted me even at my best. The next person was or is in a band.

@Chiyako Selene is adorable ❤ I do want to clarify that Charlotte is Robin's cousin. Robin and her mom moved in with her aunt and cousin at the start of summer, though, I could see Selene being confused on it seeing how she's a bit of a shy bean without many friends.

Sorta kinda...Guilty? Well, more like towards the people in charge. Why send so many people to die over wars that aren't ours? Next person is currently in the military.

Find Robin. Deliver Charlotte. Acquire friends. Enjoy the party! It'll be easy, right? In the hopes of further enticing Charlotte to follow her to the party Selene had offered to pay for a ride for the both of them. She didn't have her own vehicle. Her father wouldn't allow it, and while his excuse was that she didn't really need one in a town of this size she had the sneaking suspicion that he was using it as an excuse to keep her close to home. Not that she minded, of course. She loved both of her parents, and she knew that her father really loved being around her. It did however make situations like this one a bit more awkward. "

Not guilty. I worked pretty well in groups but my military background gave me the ability to advocate for everyone to contribute. Next poster has a negative view of the military.

TW: Self harm Under the dim, orange light of the old basement bulbs the chisel drove into the wood surface of the workbench with a satisfying, rhythmic thwup, thwup, thwup then a quieter, softer sound. The manufactured toy felt the sudden sharp pain and accompanying ache as the chisel's square edge dug into the back of their hand. Dylan looked down, curious about how they'd missed that badly. It seemed to them that the should have hit a finger, or a knuckle, maybe between two knuckles. Instead, the flat steel was outlined in seeping, dark blood about an inch behind the web between their thumb and forefinger. Dylan flexed their hand,

The carrier thrusters roaring overhead, Emily called back, "On it, Ya," while her body rolled and the dizzying stimulation between her legs mad her gasp into the comms. With the drone hacked, Emily routed the connection directly to her cyber, bypassing Scylla. When she jumped the Hive frame, she would have to trust her partner to follow the simple command and get to the carrier, she wouldn't be plugged in to give any more complex commands. The ferocious eight-meter tall BioFrame wasn't really large enough to stand toe-to-toe with more brutally constructed war-frames, but she had a chihuahua-like tenacity that made Emily terrified she'd

Guilty. I am always the person that says "Can I work alone?" Next person is usually the only person that did work in groups.

Not guilty. I am not an athletic person in the slightest. I hated (still hate) playing sports. Mostly because I’m not very competitive and I am uncoordinated as fuck. I was more of the geeky and artsy anime-obsessed girl growing up in middle to high school. The next poster hated group projects in school.

"I'm working on it!" A young woman with long curly dark hair screamed out as she was working in a tight space. She was focused on the job at hand and didn't appreciate someone yelling at here. "How did I even end up here..stupid bitch! Piece of shit...WORK!" Rebecca would be talking to herself and the engine as she tinkerer away until it started working. Humming to life as if taking its first breath. The young woman would start crawling back yelling out that it's ready.

Guilty. Though hiding behind everyone else may have contributed... The next person has been the leader or captain of a sports team.

gathering wildflowers

As Velvet's pink Jeep came to a stop, Robin looked across her friend and guide to the windows of the house. Glimpses of the party beyond showed the mingling crowd of college-kids, and she sees a few around the side of the house in the glow of the lights by the backyard pool. The thrumming bass makes her heart pound even harder than it already was, and she bit her lip as anxious doubt began to creep up her spine in a slow chilling crawl like a spider. "Oh. Oh, gosh. That's a lot of people. Are there usually this many people?" she asked, swallowing. "Maybe I should have worn something with a skirt or-or some shorts, or something. I-I-I'm.

Not guilty, but I have unknowingly consumed spiked punch. Wowza. When you can't taste it and don't know it's there, it can really creep up on you. The next person was among the last picked when they picked people for sports teams in school.

Guilty. A bar top, covered with spilled drinks and cigarette ash. Never tell me I won't do something... Next poster has spiked a drink or a punchbowl on unsuspecting people.

fuck, because I'm sure we'd both enjoy it

blossoming wildflowers

Guilty. The next person has licked something most people might not lick.

Define "been with", though kind of guilty. My friend has a Prince Albert and I have held, examined and explored it with my fingers but we have never had sex. Next poster has slept with a boss or subordinate.