The idea of this game: you change the wording of your posts so it's 'modern,' 'ghetto,' 'chatspeak' or 'Valleygirl.' You know--just make it silly. You can also use this site if you're really uncreative and just want something to generate silly dialects for you. ^.^

Here's an example.

Of course. Izotz always forgot that the custom was so different--and it struck him as strange that she even wanted him that much, or that often. A lot of women joked that they wished their husbands were chiefs and could take more wives or concubines, because they didn't like 'cooking' for them so often. But Renna was sometimes insatiable. And that was wonderful... but unless she was barren, which he half-hoped, eventually she would have a son or daughter for him. And then, if he didn't have a real wife, there would be problems. The tribe would not be willing to follow a halfblood.

"You're a beautiful woman, Renna. And a good one." Izotz did not speak flatteringly, but in the calm, detached tone of one stating a fact. "I will have to take a wife, you know that. As a duty, to my tribe. Maybe you'll like her."

There were some chiefs who enjoyed their women together. Somehow, Izotz felt that he ought not to bring this up with Renna for several years.

"Come--do you want to eat with me?" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her touch on his arm already affecting him. But he was hungry, he had had a long day speaking with other chiefs and trying to repair alliances.


Ghettoified:

Oh, SNAP. Izotz was totally tripping. Of course Renna was like, all about being a cracka interloper. But still, she was way hot sometimes. And it would be awesome if she were is baby-momma. Except that the Izotzi weren't so chill with the cracka blood in their chief's kids.

"You so fine, Renna, I'm totally into you." But he sounded way cold. "I gotta have a wife, though, it's all like whoa."

Some chiefs were totally into the threesomes, but he figured a cracka like Renna wouldn't be so down with that, so he didn't say anything.

"Let's eat, I'm starvin." He kissed her and copped a feel.


You get the idea. :D

She looked at him then, an' her eyes carried sech a joy an' pride thet she was transfiggerd, cuss it all t' tarnation. Renna stilled his lips mighty juntly wif her own, then put up a finger t'them t'hold her place. "....Unfo'gittable, sartinly. ah wish thet were not so, an' ah c'd jest put it outta mah mind fo'evah. Fo' yer sake ah wish thet. Unfo'tunately ah's hoomin." Her smile twisted fo' a moment, but then returned t'its usual placid state. "But, Izotz. I've long on account o' fo'given, as enny fool kin plainly see. ah knows yo'll nevah does it agin, t'ennyone...an' see, I've been blessed fo' mah effo'ts. Yo' love me. Thet's the dawgoned-est ah can ax." Th' li'l woomin took him in her arms an' kissed him once mo'e, mighty sof'ly. "An' today ah finally knows jest how much. Tonight will be mah weddin' night-th' way it sh'd haf been-on account o' yer heart has finally married up wif mine. I'll does mah bess to fo'git ev'rythin' else. This hyar is mah fust." Renna smiled then, delightedly, an' drew his face t'hers wif both han's braced on his jaw. Fo' a moment she debated about gittin' him t'move t'a mo'e secluded locashun, perhaps a meadow unner th' sky-but then her lips met his outta an achin' need an' th' thunk fled away faster than starlight. She met him wif fire, th' wildness of her joy risin' up an' excapin' in a thousan' scaldin' kisses. Th' concubine igno'ed th' Thiasan ha'f of her mind thet was gwine on about propriety an' yo'ng maidenhood an' simply slid one arm outta its sleeve so she c'd bare her sh'der. Af'er months, she c'd finally does this wholeheartedly. No cornflick of enny kind whutsoevah, an' thar was no way she was not a-gonna injoy it.