Buckets of colored chalk have been set up on the edge of the KLIT-AM 900 station's now empty parking lot, alongside various merchandise tables manned by a staff of interns day and night. Passerbys are invited to add a word to the ever evolving story, themed around the upcoming Beltane celebration. For their contribution they're free to take home a variety of swag including but not limited to Shoe Slam's debut album "Friends For Hire", videos from Silk Sheets Studios, and action figures from Fytco Toy Company!
The One Word Saga, 2nd Edition
Beltane means more canoodling between cephalopods and engorged unicorns. However, Harris believes daughters should color with blue paint balls, while eating rancid clementines which caused marvelous amounts of tempting tapestries floating upriver while exploding! Discombobulating prevarications darken fairy bowels despite being half eaten dog vasectomies imploding! Bonfires cure mega syphilis sores prior to their pustulating streams delicious screams until petrified kaiju wriggle free.
Flowery clouds approach mercurial horizons whilst droppin' moonshine everywhere delightedly. Gnomes spin madly during wild gardening conventions because Tara decided chimichangas smell haunted. Why do sombreros terrorize defenseless children? Always pontificate amid Gundams flitting pieces randomly spaced amidst diamond milkshakes, trying DESPERATELY... with Corlanthis. Don't b-bother reading tabloid obituaries of Tara and old Mister Mydinger Shamalamadingdong Jr. However, feel free forever!
((OOC Note: This saga is over! Thanks to everyone that contributed!))
The One Word Saga, 2nd Edition
Beltane means more canoodling between cephalopods and engorged unicorns. However, Harris believes daughters should color with blue paint balls, while eating rancid clementines which caused marvelous amounts of tempting tapestries floating upriver while exploding! Discombobulating prevarications darken fairy bowels despite being half eaten dog vasectomies imploding! Bonfires cure mega syphilis sores prior to their pustulating streams delicious screams until petrified kaiju wriggle free.
Flowery clouds approach mercurial horizons whilst droppin' moonshine everywhere delightedly. Gnomes spin madly during wild gardening conventions because Tara decided chimichangas smell haunted. Why do sombreros terrorize defenseless children? Always pontificate amid Gundams flitting pieces randomly spaced amidst diamond milkshakes, trying DESPERATELY... with Corlanthis. Don't b-bother reading tabloid obituaries of Tara and old Mister Mydinger Shamalamadingdong Jr. However, feel free forever!
((OOC Note: This saga is over! Thanks to everyone that contributed!))