Welcome to my truth or dare fic. Mainly inspired by all the good memories I have of these when I was new to . And so, without further ado...
A man in a grey jacket and jeans walked onto a stage. He was wearing a dragon mask, and holding a sheet of paper. Nothing else about him was remotely interesting.
"Okay... how do I make this work. Hello? Myself? I'm a projection of you, how do my abilities work here?" Called the man, to nobody in particular.
In frustration, he clicked his fingers. Around seventy heroes were suddenly in seats looking onto the stage.
"Ah. That's how..." He squeaked.
Raynor stood up. "This another training match? Who are you?"
The man quickly straightened out his sheet of paper. "Um, Hello everyone! My name is Consort, and I'll be hosting you today."
"Well, evening. What're you hosting us for, anyway?" Said Raynor.
"According to this sheet of paper, truth or dare. But with a host of people from other worlds picking them."
"Terrifying." Said Diablo dryly.
"Yeah, I know. It says on this bit of paper we're all free to go after 50 truths or dares, but I can't actually find any proof..." Said Consort.
Raynor stepped up onto the stage. "Let me see." He took the paper. The paper immediately caught fire, ashes in seconds.
A fresh page appeared in Consort's hands. "Well. Are you okay there?"
"Yeah. Let's get this done. Who knows, might even be good for entertainment." Shrugged Raynor.
"Okay, I'll read this out... Heroes, you have been selected by my powers for a game of Truth or Dare. You will all remain within this hall until 50 total truths/dares are completed. Afterwards, the doors will unlock, and will take you wherever you wish to be. While you are here, you are all bound by the following rules. There shall be no actions taken to disrupt a truth or dare. You shall not attack each other. You will complete any action assigned. In turn, I offer you the following promises. I will not allow any dare that is of M-rating. I will not allow any one hero to recieve upwards of five commands in total. And most importantly of all, I will provide snacks. P.S. Brightwing, you're cool." Consort finished. "Well, that's all fine, but how do I recieve the dares? I want to get out of this stuffy hall too." The paper caught fire again. "Ow! Hot!"
"M-rating?" whispered Greymane to the closest hero, Tracer.
"Well, if it's like what we had back on earth... then that's basically just anything super sexual, super illegal, or super violent." She replied.
Okay, I will run this for ten more chapters. Each chapter will have five truths or dares. I will write each of them well, even if they are highly awkward, and I'm not going to limit how much each person can ask for, but please be responsible. Also, as this story is post-Stormclouds, if you want to ask anything to my OC's, go ahead. I will ignore requests if they're extremely mature, but as long as the story stays at T then anything goes. If you have an account, you MUST PM your dares. No exceptions.