Three-word stories are an old thing on the internet. The rules are simple enough, though -- the community writes the story, three words at a time. One person writes "And then there" and then the next person posts "was a big" and then another person goes with "stuffed bear that" and so on.
Trying to diversify my folder a bit, I'm starting one with the next post. Anyone is welcome, and strongly encouraged, to post and add to the story. Please wait at least two posts until you make another addition, though :)
Obviously, this will have no impact on the IC world, but I was wanting this to be done from an IC perspective. Rawr, nobody is safe or exempt from being mentioned in the story, and we'll see what kind of crazy wackiness we can come up with.
I'll kick us off with the first reply to this topic.
The story thus far:
Tara's smelly socks went for a splendiferous voyage in Icer's left nostril, which caused her undue amounts of pleasure, and some pain to her poor nose. Then (she) cried out helplessly for the man to take her, by act of carrying her, to the village square, where (the) passersby promptly noticed a naked and angry-looking, rabid, overstuffed wombat doing the funky with Jewell's left-behind pancakes.
Then the wicked googly mustered his strength unbelievably high for a meaningful lurch, snatching the tiramisu, and darting toward a system of pudgy dessert eaters. Then, DCK chased Jewell towards the hole in the broke-down palace, where she hid her stash of penis-shaped icecubes that were flavored like the best of cream flavoured treats! Destre showed her deepest, darkest chocolate craving, and whipped out her big chocolate bunny, then tossed it at Talomar's head, causing him to cry on Ayreg's narrow shoulder, while - spying a kaleidoscope - Tara became distracted and screamed out "I shat myself!" She then hurried off, smacking directly into Hanzo. He screamed "Oy my foot, you stupid llama-loving girl!"
Panther then said, "All your base can not possibly compare to my long furry tail, you silly girl!"
The next day an official announcement About Viki's insane unicorn was made! Stating the following: "Attention! Citizens are mysteriously disappering at an alarming rate!" Apparently the Stew had a confrontation with Alysia's coffee, causing it to quote Shakespeare and assault Brian while Hanzo stood by picking Tara's nose where he found old man river riding Icer like (a) deranged maniac while Jean shouted wildly, "I lost my prized collection of pirate themed underware! The kind with a tall mast and round sails!" And embarassing stains.
Jodiah then hurried to his dermatologist whose name was Zimbinasticalusxormalico. Gnomish medicine always helped with that nasty itch from that rash picked up in an elfin bordello hidden in the West End. Talomar was there, more often than not, until the obesely rabid wombats had a debauchery, causing certain embarrassing circumstances with a friendly neighborhood constable. Who happened to be Jewell's little penguin named Ralph. What can one penguin do against dozens of horny poodles -- fraught with bad hair days -- who want to desperately be rid of spider infestations? Anyway, Jewell thought that the best the stew got was going to Zonker -- for his neverending battle against tooth decay was known throughout the the dwarven bordellos as the Plague.
One might ask, "Why, oh why did I ever make bashful eyes in front of the Nexus rift?"
The End.
Trying to diversify my folder a bit, I'm starting one with the next post. Anyone is welcome, and strongly encouraged, to post and add to the story. Please wait at least two posts until you make another addition, though :)
Obviously, this will have no impact on the IC world, but I was wanting this to be done from an IC perspective. Rawr, nobody is safe or exempt from being mentioned in the story, and we'll see what kind of crazy wackiness we can come up with.
I'll kick us off with the first reply to this topic.
The story thus far:
Tara's smelly socks went for a splendiferous voyage in Icer's left nostril, which caused her undue amounts of pleasure, and some pain to her poor nose. Then (she) cried out helplessly for the man to take her, by act of carrying her, to the village square, where (the) passersby promptly noticed a naked and angry-looking, rabid, overstuffed wombat doing the funky with Jewell's left-behind pancakes.
Then the wicked googly mustered his strength unbelievably high for a meaningful lurch, snatching the tiramisu, and darting toward a system of pudgy dessert eaters. Then, DCK chased Jewell towards the hole in the broke-down palace, where she hid her stash of penis-shaped icecubes that were flavored like the best of cream flavoured treats! Destre showed her deepest, darkest chocolate craving, and whipped out her big chocolate bunny, then tossed it at Talomar's head, causing him to cry on Ayreg's narrow shoulder, while - spying a kaleidoscope - Tara became distracted and screamed out "I shat myself!" She then hurried off, smacking directly into Hanzo. He screamed "Oy my foot, you stupid llama-loving girl!"
Panther then said, "All your base can not possibly compare to my long furry tail, you silly girl!"
The next day an official announcement About Viki's insane unicorn was made! Stating the following: "Attention! Citizens are mysteriously disappering at an alarming rate!" Apparently the Stew had a confrontation with Alysia's coffee, causing it to quote Shakespeare and assault Brian while Hanzo stood by picking Tara's nose where he found old man river riding Icer like (a) deranged maniac while Jean shouted wildly, "I lost my prized collection of pirate themed underware! The kind with a tall mast and round sails!" And embarassing stains.
Jodiah then hurried to his dermatologist whose name was Zimbinasticalusxormalico. Gnomish medicine always helped with that nasty itch from that rash picked up in an elfin bordello hidden in the West End. Talomar was there, more often than not, until the obesely rabid wombats had a debauchery, causing certain embarrassing circumstances with a friendly neighborhood constable. Who happened to be Jewell's little penguin named Ralph. What can one penguin do against dozens of horny poodles -- fraught with bad hair days -- who want to desperately be rid of spider infestations? Anyway, Jewell thought that the best the stew got was going to Zonker -- for his neverending battle against tooth decay was known throughout the the dwarven bordellos as the Plague.
One might ask, "Why, oh why did I ever make bashful eyes in front of the Nexus rift?"
The End.