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Post Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:39 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."
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Post Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:46 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.
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Post Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:59 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!"
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Post Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:03 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
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Post Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:37 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
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Post Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:10 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.

Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.
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Post Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:11 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs
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Post Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:37 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".
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Post Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:40 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.
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Post Wed Jun 27, 2012 12:51 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.
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Post Wed Jun 27, 2012 5:47 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

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Post Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:20 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it.
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Post Wed Jun 27, 2012 8:43 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:16 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:40 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:21 am

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"

Rando glared up at Dawn and exclaimed "I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!"
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:08 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"

Rando glared up at Dawn and exclaimed "I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!" Dawn burst into treats and her arm was eaten by the Hitlersaurus while she was distracted.
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:52 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"

Rando glared up at Dawn and exclaimed "I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!" Dawn burst into treats and her arm was eaten by the Hitlersaurus while she was distracted.

However her Mary Sue powers grant her an ultra super soldier regenerative ability.
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Post Thu Jun 28, 2012 2:15 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"

Rando glared up at Dawn and exclaimed "I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!" Dawn burst into treats and her arm was eaten by the Hitlersaurus while she was distracted.

However her Mary Sue powers grant her an ultra super soldier regenerative ability. "'Tis just a flesh wound," she said while shooting the Hitlersaurus with a Love Beam.
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Post Fri Aug 24, 2012 4:38 pm

Re: One-Sentence Story Game

It was a dark and stormy night, and the book club was meeting to discuss the major cliche of dark and stormy nights starting stories. The book club was getting very antsy because Rando forgot to bring the snack even though it was his turn.

"Fuck it, let's order pizza" roastbeef said. Dawn didn't look up from her manga, even though she loves pizza. The group soon realized that not only had they not been discussing the book they were to read that month (The Gunslinger), but in fact that only Xicon had actually read it. Instead, Azog had read Game of Thrones, SuperHeroGirl had read gay manga and Rando had not read anything. The book club meetings were always like this.

Thunder crashed and the whole room jumped, except for Rando who made a mention of penises. With the power out, they needed something to do; Xicon suggested they play a game, where each person would say a sentence of a story, and the next person would add another sentence to the story. "I mean sure," Azog said, "I guess that could be entertaining, but doesn't that risk getting really meta?"

"There's no fourth wall anymore," Xicon pointed out, "so the only way we can tell a good story is by being meta."

Azog thought for a moment, "That makes sense, maybe we'll talk about us being meta while being meta about talking about being meta." With the risks of being overly meta clearly dismissed, Xicon began the story. Rando moaned loudly over the turn of events and McWeird simply said "Pickle." "I just hope no one makes a penis joke" roastbeef said. Azog seethed with rage over the recent combo-break of the metastream. Dawn watched the whole debacle, and nodded her head, slowly beginning to understand the meaning of life: Forum games.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Xicon began, turning to Rando and giving him the signal to continue.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." he responded.

"Well, if you won't then I will." Tod said from his vantage point on the club's tale.

Suddenly, Zaphod barged in, glistening with sweat (at least everyone hoped it was sweat), and said, "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck on a word on page 3."

Dawn chuckled at the amusing interruptions, and wondered why in the world we still had this club.

Suddenly Deimos burst in and shouted "GUYS, ROBOT DINOSAUR NAZIS!" The room followed Deimos out, and were awestruck at the magnificent creatures.
The Robot Dinosaur Nazis were led by the Veloco-Hitler 9001, the latest in Nazi Robot Dinosaur technology.
Unfortunately, Zaphod's parents had been killed by Robot Dinosaur Nazis when he was very young.

The whole of Interplosion stood in a solid line outside the mansion, staring up at the Robo-Nazisaurs.

Suddenly a wild Mexican came running out of the mansion, screaming "FUCK YOU NAZISAURS".

"The fuck was that?" said Morbid, emerging from a potted plant near the door to the mansion.

The Hitlersaurus roared at N7, causing him to void his bowels all over Deimos.

"HEADPHONES" McWeird shouted in fear.

Dawn readied her trusty metal pipe, hoping she would finally get a chance to use it. She used her Magical Mary Sue powers to fly up to the top of the Hitlersaurus and smacked it in the face with the pipe.

N7 pull out his ipod and began playing Guile's Theme.

Dawn looked at Rando incredulously while ineffectively hitting the Hitlersaurus and said, "Mary Sue powers, Rando?"

Rando glared up at Dawn and exclaimed "I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!" Dawn burst into treats and her arm was eaten by the Hitlersaurus while she was distracted.

However her Mary Sue powers grant her an ultra super soldier regenerative ability. "'Tis just a flesh wound," she said while shooting the Hitlersaurus with a Love Beam.

Deimos utilised his abilities as a Greek deity to simultaneously destroy the dinosaurs and revive this story/thread.
Captain of the Interplosion Night Watch/Hate Guard. First to be banned.

Glorious victories in LPW thread: 15 and one as Pravado

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