So I was looking in the abyss of wikihow forums and found a truth or dare game form 4 years ago, as far as I know no one has brought it back but if I’m wrong just give me the link.

So.

Truth or Dare?

Truth.

If you could go anywhere where would it be??

Comic Con. Definitely. As long as my friends are with me, of course!

Truth or Dare?

Dare

Change your profile picture.

Change your profile picture.

Truth or dare?

CHANGE IT

Merry friggin’ Christmas:confused:

truth or dare?

Truth.

Do you like getting your feet dirty in mud?

Truth or dare?

EWW no!:frowning:

Dare

Add any profile picture you like.:stuck_out_tongue:Or let it stay if its your favorite.:slight_smile:

Truth

It’s my favourite:smiley:

If you could go anywhere where would it be and why?

I would love to be in the US if I could. I ready want to work on bullying there. I believe I could stop bullying being a teacher. I was about a good teacher here so I am confident.

Truth or Dare?

ud b a good teacher

dare

Thanks:slight_smile:

Write a poem and post it here.

Truth or dare?

dare

In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green,
And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep.
In East Luh where my family stay,
I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours.
I cannot be back in time for the spring doings,
Yet I can help nothing, traveling on the river.
The south wind blowing wafts my homesick spirit
And carries it up to the front of our familiar tavern.
There I see a peach tree on the east side of the house
With thick leaves and branches waving in the blue mist.
It is the tree I planted before my parting three years ago.
The peach tree has grown now as tall as the tavern roof,
While I have wandered about without returning.
Ping-yang, my pretty daughter, I see you stand
By the peach tree and pluck a flowering branch.
You pluck the flowers, but I am not there
How your tears flow like a stream of water!
My little son, Po-chin, grown up to your sister’s shoulders,
You come out with her under the peach tree,
But who is there to pat you on the back?
When I think of these things, my senses fail,
And a sharp pain cuts my heart every day.
Now I tear off a piece of white silk to write this letter,
And send it to you with my love a long way up the river.