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[dominochan]

Here's an exercise compliments of Tempest's Pocket Muse book.



"Listen you commie motherfucker, you move back two spaces or I'm shoving that little game piece up your ass!"

"Hey, the card said to move TWO spaces, so I fucking did. And where do you get off on calling me a commie?"

"Your cutesy game piece is red, therefore it's communist."

"What kind of mentality is that? Going by that your guy's a total blueblood royal dickhead."

"Yeah he does, doesn't he? All he needs is a crown. If I noticed that earlier I would've gone with the yellow one."

"Of course, because you're a cowardly fuck."

"Man, fuck you. I'm not a coward."

"You so are. I saw the look on your face when you drew the card that led you into the swamp."

"That was nothing. I'm not scared of a damn swamp."

"So you're going to tell me that look was not one of fright."

"Exactly."

"So what about when you drew the card that led you into the forest?"

"That was a twitch."

"Of course. Now for another card... and will you look at that. I move four more spaces, and the game is mine."

"What the fuck?!"

"Read it and weep. I got to the castle before you did, therefore I'm entitled to that crisp twenty dollar bill you promised me."

"You cheated."

"Oh, don't start with me, asswipe."

"Your blue ass is mine!"

"Get your gangly hands off my money!"

"This game is fucking fixed! Fuck you, Frostine! And fuck your royal court, especially that licorice bastard!"

After that day they vowed never to play another game of Candyland again, at least not for money.

THE END

Yeah the story was lame, but damn I pictured the whole thing going down in my head. And it made me laugh.