Dracheblut

The first person will narrate from the perspective of something (we will start the game with only placeless or things; essentially a noun only without people).
People will continue to guess what the narrator is until someone gets it right. If the original poster of the narration does not want to or cannot monitor the guesses he or she can PM me with the answer and I will watch for the correct answer.
The person who guesses right gets to narrate next.
I will start it off by narrating, answering my own narration so that you can see what kind of answers are possible, and then narrating again, letting you all take a gander.

Original Poster:
I stand in line with all the others, letting the wind run through me. I feel un-unique, like I am one in a thousand, and I am. I look to my left and right seeing nothing but me duplicated down the line. Frustrated with the monotony of my routine and the conformity of my existence with the others, I shake myself free from the line. It happens so fast that I have no time regret my life changing decision but instead let the wind take me where it will. No more rules no more forced servitude, it is just me, and the sky’s the limit.


Poster #1:
Is he a soldur in a dictatorship?


Poster #2:
Is it a leafe from a tree?


Poster #1:
Could you give more detail, or a hint?


Original Poster:
I see the ship I was attached to soar away above me. I look down and become dizzy, not realizing how unstable I am when not connected to ship. I float and bob through the air, occasionally rushing at top speed when a gust of wind pushes me to do so. I land finally next to a man on a bench and look up at his wide brimmed hat. He picks me up and sticks me in his hat. I am content, being the only one. I am now the focal point instead of one lost in the masses.
Poster #1:
Is it a fether?


Original Poster/or me:
Corect! It was a feather that detaches from the bird and ends up in a hat. Well don.


Poster #1:
(Narrates something)
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Make sense?
Well hear I go.

I can’t sit still; I fidget and swell constantly. I want to get out of bead but I can’t. I have been in bead for my whole existence and will never be able to leave. Gales of wind ruffle me as I lay hear, agitating me. A couple of times I have become so enraged that I swallowed a few unsuspecting people who dared to find amusement in my pain.
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GOOD LUCK ALL! HOPE YOU FIND THIS AS ENJOYABLE AS I DO!

Sorry about the spelling. I apologized for all my spelling in the "introduce yourself" forum under "Spelling Challenged and Dyslexic".

Rahvin

Is it... a giant, angry sloth sleeping under a tree? With a very big mouth and a sleep disorder that causes it to eat people in its sleep? And a crowd of onlookers (mainly Japanese tourists) gathered around and poking it with sticks?

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Dracheblut

Nope, but that would have been fun.

Eliana

wow...now thats random...is it a monster...(oh and you spell "bed" as bead...try to fix that up, and "here" as hear)

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Dracheblut

No, it is not a monster. It is something normal, like the first one was a feather. I wanted to start off with something simple. I like the way you all are thinking and it will make for some interesting games in the future.

by the way, thank you for spelling catch. I suck at spelling and sometimes a few words make it through the spell check and embarrass me.

speakerphone2

Is it a flea, or a dust mite, or something equally repulsive?

Dracheblut

Nothing repulsive, in fact many people find it beautiful and refreshing. It is not living (just as a hint).

assassin

Is it a matress?

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Dracheblut

Not a mattress, but if it was a water bead mattress you would be closer. Let me explain it a little more. Maybe I was too vague.

"I swell with the rain and sometimes overflow the edges of my confines to wreck havoc in every crack and crevice I can find.
Sometimes it gets cold, cold enough to half kill me; and to the naked eye I look dead, completely frozen stiff. Even in this morbid state humans still insist on mocking my pain. But that is ok, I am not completely dead and in spots I am closer to being alive than most might think. If one were to break through my paralysis to my living core, I would not hesitate to drag them down into the darkness of my sole in which only the doomed can appreciate.”