[Ucanthandleme]

name; Tempo
gender; Male
prompt;

Tempo looked intently…too intently. Slowly those surrounding Tempo turned to look at him, their faces filled with resignation. Tempo paid no mind though all he could do was watch, his breathing becoming more ragged and heavy with every second he stared. One person jabbed another, then another jabbed another, this continued but no one was willing to step forward. It wasn't until Tempo's face had turned bright red and he was on the verge of passing out because of the lack of oxygen to his brain did someone step forward.

"Boss, I-I think it's time for us to lea-", those words were cut off by a cold glare. The person who stood up hiccuped in fright at the Tempo's hard glare. Tempo returned his focus to the issue at hand, once again holding his breath in fright of scaring the small creature. In his hand lay a plush white bunny, quite the contrary to his large, rugged, armoured up appearance he held it very carefully.

What could be better this Tempo thought as the small fluffy creature tapped his palm with its squishy pink paw pad. But soon his breath wasn't enough to keep him conscious and he passed out… "Lamiar, the general passed out again", a large sign was heard from a tent, "coming", they spoke in resignation.

Let's just say when it came to animals with Tempo it was his number one poison.

(235/400)

[nermal1999]

name; Grady
gender; male
prompt;

Grady is a food truck man! He just absolutely loves the taste and smell of food truck food!
He loves them so much that he's even the proud owner of his own good old truck.
But unlike most food trucks, he likes to park in more discreet places, places that are hard to find.
The reason for this, is because he likes to let his deep love for food play apart in where he parks.
Mainly because he believes in the one rule of food, and thats good food should be earned. Meaning for the people who hear about his truck, and if they truly wish to try his food, then they should prove it, and effectively seek it out.

But why make this so hard?
Well for one thing, it gets people out of the house and into the fresh air!
Second of all, it encourages for people to talk with others. (even if it's just to ask for simple directions).
It becomes an adventure! An adventure for the elusive food truck!

But overall It encourages you go through all this work, so that when you finally find what you've been looking for, the food will taste even more worth it. Because it takes hard work, and good memories, to make a meal even more enjoyable.

After all that's how Grady learned and gained his love for food in the first place.
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So overall, when it comes to food, the type of person that Grady is, would be that when it comes to food, it's about making others happy, and about making memories, all while enjoying some good old food truck food.
[274/400]

[Broccoli_Bento]

name; Gregorio
gender; male
prompt;

*sniff sniff*, "You smell that?"

"Smell what? I don't sme-"

"Shh, that's the smell of a greasy food truck!!"

"But how do you know that!?"

"Do you question my sniffer boy!?"

"No...?"

"Then follow me, Tio Gregorio needs to get himself a taco!"

-   -   -

This is the lifelong love story of a guy who loves food truck tacos, so much so that he even opened one himself to hold up the reputation, pride, and joy of food truck tacos everywhere!
Here, Gregorio and his nephew arrive at a ring of food trucks, ever so eyeing the taco specific one. They step up only to find an extra greasy, filthy, and poorly graded truck.

"Nephew, avert your nose! This truck alone is bound to ruin your sense of smell!", Gregorio clasped his paw over his nephew's face, pulling him aside.

"Hmmph! Uncle, stop! You're embarrassing me!", the teenager shoved his uncle's paw from his face.

"No need for your moodiness. Now, let me speak to whoever has the audacity to run such a shameful truck. Hello there! Is the owner of this truck around?"

He knocked on the side of the truck, waking the driver from their nap on the truck's floor.

"Howdy, what can I get for you?", the groggy driver slurred.

Gregorio crossed his arms, taking in a large breath, "How dare you."

"W-what?"

"How dare you call this establishment a food truck, this place is a dump, there's even a cockroach next to the fryer!"

"That's just Hilbert, he ain't any harm. I even let him have the extra grease from the day." the driver blinked, as if unaware of the risk a cockroach brings to a work environment.

Gregorio's eye twitched, his mind frying at the driver's words, as if you could hear the sound of dial-up coming from his mind. His nephew gave him a nudge, pulling him from the stunned trance he was in.

"You mean to tell me THAT is your pet!?"

"What happens if I say 'yes'?"

"You know what, we're out of here. Come nephew, we need to get my truck and show people around here what actual tacos should be like!"

The scene fades to black, we're welcomed back to Gregorio and nephew having brought in their taco truck to rival the shamefully filthy one, in which they succeeded, leaving the poor driver and his roach without another sale for the day.

(400/400)

[Schnuffel Bunny]

zakuro.

[Ucanthandleme]

Congrats to the winner!

[zakuro.]

thank you so much ! ! ! <3 <3 ^_^

[Broccoli_Bento]

Congrats! :3

[nermal1999]

Congratulations zakuro! :3