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Post by allegedly bryan on Dec 17, 2011 2:27:49 GMT -5
Rules: One person posts 5 words, any kind they want, although they shouldn't be generic words like "a" or "the." The next poster uses those 5 words to write a short story that centers around those words (it can be however long, and whatever kind of genre, you like). Then you post 5 words for the next poster to use in their story.
I'll give the first 5 words: Park, Carl, Stab, Star, Narwhal
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Post by BSam on Dec 17, 2011 9:07:25 GMT -5
Carl logged onto his favourite internet forum, 667 Dark Avenue, to discuss the works of Lemony Snicket. This was much more interesting than playing at the park, which his mother preferred him to do. Clicking on Menacing Miscellaneous he noticed a new thread, began by that star member Bryan.
Upon reading the thread he realised that it should have been posted in the Games section of the forum. It made him angry when people posted in the wrong section. He was so angry right now he could stab a Narwhal.
My 5 words. Ghastly, Similar, Housewife, Games, Pumpkin.
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Post by allegedly bryan on Dec 17, 2011 12:45:27 GMT -5
The thought of what had just happened was to ghastly to comprehend. "OH MY GOD." Bryan cried out. He had only just ran to the pumpkin that he reserves for specially holding his tears when he burst out crying. "MY REPUTATION IS PERMANENTLY RUINED. " But then it hit him. It was those housewives. The ironically "real" housewives of New Jersey. One of them (he didn't know which, as they were all to similar) had been staying with him. They needed a place to live, and due to special "connections" they made me an offer I couldn't refuse (haha. haha. ha.). Anyway, they tried to get him kicked out of his house. They decided to use legal methods fist, and created an elaborate scheme that involved posting in the wrong section under his 667 Dark Avenue account.
"Oh, if only SOMEONE could move this board into Ghastly Games," Bryan thought. "Someone who has an infatuation with the American Girls. Not anyone specific, just anyone like that in general." Would it happen? Bryan didn't know.
My words: Kick, yell, Marbles, Board, thumbtack
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Post by Songbird on Dec 20, 2011 18:39:02 GMT -5
Please move this thread to the GGame section! Or just restart it there and stop posting in this one. Thanks.
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Post by BSam on Dec 20, 2011 22:57:36 GMT -5
If only there was a competent moderator for this section who pays attention and is online enough.
Edit: He was online today,
Edit: By this section I was referring to MMisc, the GGames moderator is totally vigilant.
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Post by Songbird on Dec 23, 2011 10:56:12 GMT -5
Okay guys you may resume playing
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Post by Lady Whatever on Dec 23, 2011 22:47:31 GMT -5
With a swift kick, Markus sent the bag of marbles tumbling along the sidewalk. A smirk of satisfaction crossed his face as he saw the children scramble into the streets to pick up their precious marbles so they could resume their good old game. While they were distracted, Markus picked up the board they had been tallying scores on, and pocketed it. A small bit of karmic revenge came his way, however, when he was pricked with a thumbtack that had been residing in his pocket. He yelped in pain and jumped up, lodging a stray marble under his feet which tripped him up enough to have him land flat on his bottom with a loud crack. The kids scooped up the remaining marbles and scattered, leaving him moaning in pain until the cows came home.
Okay, my words are nitwit, slugs, penicillin, oddity, Christmas.
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Post by B. on Dec 26, 2011 7:13:44 GMT -5
He felt such a nitwit for lying there, alone. As darkness fell he felt as through he was melting there into the earth. He could've lain there until the end of time, but he had to go home for tomorrow was Christmas day, and his mother would be expecting him. Upon returning to his nice house in a respectable neighborhood, he discovered a large golf-ball sized lump on the back of his head. Markus took some aspirin for the pain, but it still hurt so badly he felt he could've downed a bottle of penicillin.
He then passed out, and had such an oddity of a dream. In his dream he saw slugs plotting to take over the world and destroy humanity forever.
my words are: Wallet, Exhausted, disgusting, magician and tulip.
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Post by csc on Dec 26, 2011 12:00:01 GMT -5
Walking on the sidewalk, exhausted, unemployed and alone, Andrew wondered if ever he would be able to follow his dream of becoming an artist. His sad walk home was suddenly interrupted by a man in a suit. The man pulled out ten tulips out of his sleeves- he was a magician. Andrew was amazed by how easily the magician showed his many tricks to a complete stranger. He tried to put himself in the man's position. Could he possibly be as bold as the magician was being by showing his work to a stranger? He realized that years of practice got the magician where he was now. Andrew reached for his wallet to pay the man, but was brought back to reality when he saw he had no money. Andrew awkwardly walked away from the magician. He still was alone, unemployed, had an empty wallet and a disgusting shirt. But a glimmer of hope shined within.
5 words: Dance, tribal, crown, polka-dot, log.
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Post by allegedly bryan on Dec 27, 2011 19:52:29 GMT -5
I had never wanted it to come to this. I sat cowering in the shade of the trees around the clearing, bound and gagged. It was only supposed to be a a safari into the jungles of the Amazon, aided by a competent guide named Jeff who has been through this area plenty of times before. He had routinely said, in a practiced voice, "Thank you for using "Worldwide Safari's," trademarked, we hope you enjoy your travels. Be sure to tell your friends about us when this is all done. Now, let's go."
I was sleeping when it happened. 10 people, who looked like tribal members, had gathered around our camp site. All too quickly I was bound and gagged with my own polka-dotted handkercheif. I was able to catch glimpses of my friends on the safari with me bound and gagged as well. We were being carried through the forest until we quickly stopped. We were thrown onto an edge of trees around a clearing while the 10 tribal members who captured us started lighting a fire. They were quickly joined by others, dressed just like, and communicating with, them. It was then that I noticed that our guide, Jeff, was standing with a man in a large headress. His crown seemed to signify him as chief of the tribe.
What is going on? I though to myself. Why is Jeff not helping us? After a few moments of muttering between the chief and him, Jeff gave a kind of nod that signified some sort of finalty. Then Jeff looked at me. He saw my pleadling eyes. He stared for a moment, eyes narrowed, then looked away. The chief soon walked away and took a seat in front of the large log that the fire was brought to life on. As soon as he did so, the fifty or so members that were taking care of what was now a bonfire gathered around him.
About fifty more emerged from the trees that surrounded the clearing. One walked right past me. For a moment, everything was silent. Then, all of a sudden, the fifty members gathered around the chief arranged themselves into a circle, and began to dance. Simultaneously, the members standing around the clearing began to bang large staffs on the ground. With every beat of the staff they would grunt something in some sort of foreign language. The dancing and chanting got louder and louder. Jeff now walked up to us. "Sorry," he said grinning. More tribal members emerged from the trees with more branches. In no time they constructed a kind of rotating spit above the fire. Before I could scream Jeff grabbed the ropes that bound me and began to drag me towards the fire. Other tribe members grabbed those that were tied up next to me.
We were dragged past those lining the clearing, their chanting ringing in our ears, past the dancers, their thrashing about imprinted in our minds, and to the chief, who began laughing. Suddenly, they all stopped. The peircing silence was worse than any other sound. No longer hopeful, I looked up at Jeff. He now spread paint on his face, taken from a bowl offered to him by the chief. He was now identical the other members of the tribe. He turned toward one of my friends who was also hopelessly cowering. In a practiced voice he said, "Thank you for using Worldwide Safari's, trademarked, we hope you enjoyed your travels. Be sure to tell your friends about us, now goodbye." Two of the tribe members carrying her dragged her closer toward the fire. I looked away and tried to ignore the sounds I heard as my friend was mounted on the rotating spit above the fire. Over her muffled screams, Jeff turned toward me to say, "Thank you for using Worldwide Safari's, trademarked, we hope you enjoyed your travels." He grinned. "Be sure to tell your friends about us, now goodbye."
Well that was fun. My words: laugh, scowl, top (as in the toy), dream, flee
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