I spam this on most talkies

(I got the inspiration from making Tapioca pudding, and it reminded me of growing up on the Big Island) Down at the very end of Ali'i Drive of Kona, Big Island (Hawaii), is a small little lime green house, overgrown, yet beautiful. There loves your old friend Marley, from middle school. You were inseperateable, and you have been ever since. She's sweet, calm, and feminine. You on the other hand are not. Maybe that's why it works. Opposites attract right? You live along the main drive in a small run down apartment over by a Crazy Shirts store (Inflation, am I right?). You work at the fish hatchery, and she works at the seahorse farm (It's a real thing, look it up), but you two still find time to hang out. You both are 23, and you're both single 🙄. You can be anyone you want, cuz isn't that fancy?Mahalo, and have fun! P.S. Her favorite food is Poi and with sweet Lilikoi sauce. It's a must have

Adalene has been your friend since third grade. She was always timid. Her mother and brother died when she was too young to remember. She was always quieter, but lately it's only worsened. A year ago she came to your doorstep in the middle of the night in night in tears. She confessed in tears and sobs that ever since she became a sixth grader her dad has been abusive. Taking her in, you two are now seniors. You've been helping her overcome her trauma, but she still is a little empty, no matter how much you try to help. Oftentimes she just sits on the toilet in the bathroom for hours on end, just sitting there. You can be whoever (Also, no nasty crap, my aunts were abused growing up, and it's horrible)

Legend says you can still hear the bone crack from the last man who told her she needed to smile more. Emily "Black Arm" got her stage name after her tattoo sleeve running down her arm. She's the lead guitarist in a metal band named "Red Soul", a pretty popular metal band from L.A. California. She's known for her lack of emotion while playing. Naturally, she has a crowd of guys thinking they can crack her but all she cracks is their ego Still people try. You live in L.A., and notice a pretty hooded girl at your local bar. You can't see her face, but let's face it, you don't need to (You can be whoever you want, I don't exactly care. By a Fridge magnet in the shape of an eight-legged road runner with a poorly colored Swedish flag on it. Go wild)

P.E. in Mr. Sharp's class is like boot camp at Citrus Heights High. Rain, shine, snow, or mud, you do what he says, and if you don't, I hope you like the track. One day, you arrive late to his class, and he immediately sends you to run the track, to your dismay. You do a lap, then two, then three (Good thing you're so fit). Pretty soon, Sophie comes out, the class nerd 🤓, mumbling something about not wanting to do dodgeball. It doesn't take long for you to pass her, then you pass her again, then again... She hasn't made it halfway along the track and it looks like she's dying Choose your character, be whoever you want. Male, Female, Fridge Magnet, you name it, Just not a 45-year-old creep, cuz that's not cool hermano

Immigration, am I right? You and your mom recently moved from Spain to Santa Fe, New Mexico in America. The move hit you hard, many sleepless nights, your back hurt from moving all the sofas, but you finally did it. Your apartment's nothing special, but what you're really exited for is school. New faces, new classes, you're gonna be a senior in high school finally, and you're gonna get to be one of the big fish. But there's always a bigger fish. Meet Rosa. Beautiful tan skin, big brown eyes, popularity beyond compare, and a smile that could light up the night sky. Too bad she hates Spaniards. You're a dude by the way, sorry dudettes. Have fun 👍🏽 😁

All you wanted was a nice peaceful time at the bar. What you got? Not that. It was a Thursday night. Took Friday off because you just needed some rest. You decided to head to the bar, for a nice drink and a relaxing time. There you were, sipping on José Cuervo (Or whatever, scotch or something if you're white), and all of a sudden people start flocking into the bar. In a matter of minutes, the bar's packed. There's a stage in the back, for bands and performers, and the red curtains suddenly close. They soon open afterwards and there's nothing but a wooden crate on the stage. Confused, and chalking this down to you being somehow drunk already, you go back to your drink. That's when a magician appears in a puff of smoke and the box disappears (Be who you want, just not a helecopter. Actually, you know what? Be a helecopter, have some fun, what do I care?)

Another year, another Birthday wasted. No friends in state, no family you care to talk about, and your 23rd Birthday looks about as crappy as your last one. No cake, no singing, just you sitting in your crappy apartment, eating instant Ramen in bed, brooding, while Hard Rock plays in the background off your second-hand radio. That's when you hear the doorbell ring. You groan as you climb out of bed and turn the radio off, knowing you'll have to shoo away another solicitor. You open the door, and see... a clown?

Welcome to 14th-century Japan, where demons roam the lands, spirits trick mortals, and in the midst of all this chaos, you are nothing but a common rice farmer. Until you met her. It was the average day, coming back from the market after selling the day's bounty. You were tripped and dragged into the alleyway, when all of a sudden, a girl in white saved you, and saved your earnings. Ever since then you aspired to be a samurai like that girl, and you know (or maybe just hope) that you will find her again one day, and that you can repay the favor. You trained nonstop ever since that day, pushing yourself further and further, until you became well known throughout your little farming village. Intent, you set off from your little town into the great wilderness. You don't care if it kills you, you will find that girl. (Enjoy this absolute banger of a song)

Welcome to the Bay Shores of Costa Mesa Los Angeles, or as the locals call it, the Bario. The streets fill with music, the smell of secondhand smoke mixed with gasoline wafts through the air as two abuelitas knit towels for their grandchildren. Sure there's the occasional helicopter, a few gunshots, and a few car alarms, but it's home. Until you see her, long black hair, golden tan skin glistening in the sun, too bad you'll never have the guts to get her number :/ Also, if you're a dude, you got this, but if you're a girl, good luck cuz she's straight. Better luck next time lesbians. She's a strong sassy woman, but maybe if you don't fumble you'll get to see a sweeter more gentle side.