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I used to play this game is school when I was younger and I loved it. It's great fun. Basically everyone is writing a long group story. One person starts off with a sentance. The next person writes another sentance and continues the story and so on. I'll start:
Once upon a time in a land covered with forests lived a girl who was different then the rest of her people...
A meteor landed in the forest and killed her...
I kid xD
However just how she was different, nobody knew; nobody that is, except for her parents. The secret was closely guarded by the royal family...
.....
Her people cried terribly but then something crawled out of the meteor...
Heh. Martunia, I don't think you read all the way down. Do you really want to go with that first line?
He rose slowly to his feet and slouched towards the crowd slowly, his eyes blazing.
The fisrt thought that came to his mind was 'holy day where am I'?
The second thought that came to his mind was, ‘Holy crap! My gender keeps changing! I used to just be a girl in a forest with a secret.’
He squinted at the image of animated people bearing down all round him.
He decided he might be dreaming so he pinched himself.
'Ow that hurt' he said to himself.
(PS, it would appear nobody bothered to read further than my first sentence xD )
(We have tried this story line before and it just get's hi-jacked. Usually through "and then he/she woke up" type devices.
He momentarily inspected the welt rising from his forearm in the exact place where he’d pinched himself and decided that he was indeed awake, and he further decided that he needed to do something pretty quickly because the mob was approaching – and they were not happy.
"I say you fellows, what's making you look so unhappy?" He said sympathetically.
'Your meteor landed on our mayor!!!!' a large man in the crowd yelled angrily.
A small statured woman, brandishing what appeared to be a spatula, stepped from behind the large man and confirmed his story, “Your meteor smashed our mayor, Marjorie, and now it’s payback time, you maggot!”
The mob approached menacingly, all of them brandishing some sort of kitchen utensil as a weapon.
"Don't call me Marjorie," he replied, "and besides, it wasn't a meteor but a US drone."
The woman momentarily wore the sort of perplexed expression that C-minus students are good at, but then her look hardened and she said, "No, you idiot, I meant our mayor's name was...oh never mind..." she then slapped her thigh with the spatula and pointed it at the man for emphasis, "and another thing, Buster, Marjorie was a lot of things, but she weren't no Al Qaeda."
Antoni's nervous chuckle was interrupted by the sight of Ann walking through the crowd with slow thighed confidence and his mind turned back 4 years ago before the war had begun.
Antoni thought back to that time when unholy bands of wild men ran freely in the forest, robbing and raping, when women and children stayed hidden for fear of enslavement and good men died like dogs in the dirt, a time when people would dial 411 for information they could easily look up on their own; it was the time before Marjorie had come to power.
Now Marjorie Marjoribanks had complete control and ordered the foremost members of the tribe to join a website devoted to literature where they could discuss memes and tropes and even talk about books.
Her theory was: if the tribal leaders spent their days discussing literature and literary devices (but not politics), the wild men of the forest would likely mimic their behavior, which would leave them little time for robbing and raping - this was all working stupendously until the village picnic when a Predator Drone flew over and unleashed a couple of Hellfire Missiles, reducing Marjorie to a smoking hole.
It would appear that the man had been riding on one of the Hellfire Missiles as it came down, and had miraculously arrived unscathed, save for some singed eyebrows. The Fat Mayor Marjorie had cushioned most of his fall. Sadly she had sacrificed her life to save this stranger.
The crowd began to notice a vague mumbling noise coming from the crater. A mole popped his head up and began to talk....
...his nose twitched a couple of times and then he addressed the mob, "Hey man, any of yous seen my Cheez Whiz?"
…and my cowboy hat? (in a voice that was the spitt’n image of Slim Pickens)
I was wav’n it around, hoot’n and hollerin as I straddled that Hellfire down to this frozen steppe.
My pologies for putt’n the veto on your Mayor, but we best git this bloody goo shoveled up ‘fore the wolves pick up the scent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcW_Ygs6hm0
That's exactly what I was picturing. :cheers2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
"Whoa!" Said the mole, and he rolled his eyes as best he could for an animal with beady little eyes. "Talk about a trope! Or is that a meme? I can't remember which is which."
This fazed the tribe because if a mole couldn't distinguish between memes and tropes why bother with them at all ? The tribe, casting all pretension aside, began to run riot over the website; talking of Dan Brown, Harry Potter and Fifty Shades of Gray.
And upon the realization of that eventuality, the ugly mood of the mob turned hideous, and the circle tightened around the mole and the cowboy.
The mole disappeared down the hole and the cowboy drew a six-shooter and said, " Now see here, this town ain't big enough for all of us."
'Actually,' a helpful voice piped up, 'since you crushed Mayor Marjorie, there's a free room in the-' but he was cut off abruptly by a chef wielding a rolling pin.
And then the woman with the spatula (shall we call her Delores?), resisting the Wild-West trope (or is it meme?), attacked the cowboy preemptively with a type of crazy-power that only small-statured women wielding burger-flipping tools possess. As she advanced, she swatted away 44 magnum rounds as though they were flies.
(damn sancho you're making me laugh so much xD )
Eventually, reaching the cowboy, Dolores gave one swipe and knocked the revolver from his hands.
:rofl:you, are very amusing!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
What happened next was a blur: Delores grabbed a couple of rhinestone encrusted lapels, twisted in place, and hip threw the cowboy. Once off his feet, the cowboy's size and weight advantage was nullified and Delores delivered her signature, whip-crack, two-knuckle stun punch to the back of his skull, then she pinned his neck to ground with her knee. As he lay there twitching and drooling like a crack baby, Delores snatched the scarf from her head and looped it twice around the cowboy's ankles and twice around his wrists, then she cinched the whole contraption together with an overhand slip knot. She did all this faster than a world-class calf roper on the Pro Rodeo Circuit; except she did it in bizarro world where the cowboy rather than the cow is left bound and helpless on the arena floor.
Delores straightened up and addressed the man on the ground: "You got some 'splaining to do, Roy Rogers."
(Thanks, Volya & Lilimarlene. I've got a weakness for these story-line threads - they're just soooo much fun, and sometimes I go way over my one-sentence limit. I was hooked on this one with Volya's 1st post. It was the perfect entry for a shared story. Cheers!)
Roy Rogers ?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
I can just see Volya reaching for the Google machine.
*reaches for the google machine*
Roy is an American cultural icon:
His biggest mistake was riding a horse that was better looking than he was.
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...pse92fb7c4.jpg
But memes invite satire:
Yep, that’s a Gucci saddlebag on Cleavon Little’s horse in Mel Brooks’, Blazing Saddles.
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps2a57e40e.jpg
Slim Pickens was also in Blazing Saddles:
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...psb663b6e4.jpg
Which was who GG was channeling when he got us over on this whole cowboy shtick:
http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps14be55f1.jpg
Hmmm, so how should the cowboy respond to Crazy-Delores, Hmmm…
So, the cowboy thrashed around on the ground for a while, jerking and wiggling, until he could see his tormentor. He said, "Well howdy there, little darling. I do like a feisty woman."
Delores swiftly planted one of her red, pointy-toed, sling-back pumps between the cowboy's ribs, "Can it, Royrogers."
The cowboy grimaced and then smiled broadly, "Mmm-Mmm-Mmm. Boy howdy."