DaMavster Supreme Forum Potentate
Number of posts : 190 Age : 38 Registration date : 2006-10-25
Lore Sheet Lore Character: Magthol Stamina: (8/8)
| Subject: Story Game Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:32 am | |
| RULESAlright, everyone post from one to three sentences, adding on to what has already been written. You're not allowed to post twice in a row and you're not allowed to just wipe out what has already been written (for example, "Meanwhile, 3000 miles away, a chicken was chasing a worm) unless you tie it back in (for example, "The chicken pecked at the worm directly between two continental plates: this caused a massive earthquake that destroyed the house of our heros). Introducing new characters is acceptable, but be careful to define the character or the next writer may totally run a different direction with him/her/it! ---------- Long ago, before indoor plumbing but after the discovery of metal, there lived a peasant named Smuckers. He lived on a one goat farm where nothing very exciting ever happened, until yesterday. Smuckers awoke at the crack of dawn as usual, but soon realized that his goat, Susan, was nowhere to be found. | |
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Red Claw Forum Pariah
Number of posts : 205 Location : Teleporting around Registration date : 2007-09-23
Lore Sheet Lore Character: Katigame Ryu Stamina: (7/7)
| Subject: Re: Story Game Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:02 am | |
| Smuckers looked all around his one goat farm, but found no clue as to the whereabouts of his beloved Susan. Suddenly, the pen in which Susan usually stayed began to glow and expand in the early morning air. Then, as quickly the glow had come, it vanished, leaving a clouded figure standing in the silouhete of the goats house. | |
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Epidemic Xero Major Fan
Number of posts : 28 Registration date : 2008-09-04
| Subject: Re: Story Game Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:12 pm | |
| Perturbed as a hairless rat stuck in the antarctic with Mr. T, Smuckers gave out a holler; "Ach!! Who goes there, in mine goat house?? Speak ye up, ye friend or foe!" The mysterious figure cleared its throat, and after muttering something about needing to knead the needles into the weedles, said: "Uhh, 'tis I. Chu---err, Chuba. Chuba C. Abra." After stepping into the light, Smuckers beheld a man of bizarre posture, clad completely in orange-dyed leather from head to foot, with naught else but a gas mask and a lovely fur coat that smelled faintly of.....goat. | |
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