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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 1:20:09 GMT -5
In this game, we add one sentence to the story. At some point in the distant future somebody can finish the story, I suppose. I will begin:
A certain man loved fair women, and spent his substance on them, till he became so poor that nothing remained to him; the world was straitened upon him and he would go about the market-streets begging his daily bread.
(now somebody else add a sentence)
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Post by Paveltc on May 31, 2007 1:23:21 GMT -5
Until one day he met a man who came up to him and said, "Hard work good, and hard work fine, but first take care of head."
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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 1:25:26 GMT -5
Then he came out of his drug induced stupor, and realized that he was chilling out listening to music and being a bum, and it was time to go beg in the market-streets.
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Post by Archagon on May 31, 2007 1:28:40 GMT -5
He then remembered that he was a college graduate, and decided to pursue a career in cryogenics.
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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 1:31:23 GMT -5
He turned off the music and stood, surveying his surroundings.
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Post by Arachis on May 31, 2007 8:06:28 GMT -5
Reflecting on his surroundings, he thought to himself, "If a god exists, he most certainly has ADD".
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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 12:10:52 GMT -5
He then proceeded to the kitchen, to acquire some munchies.
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Post by Blues on May 31, 2007 12:11:46 GMT -5
where upon he slipped on a butter knife on the kitchen floor
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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 12:14:07 GMT -5
"Woe is me," said he, as he rose from the floor.
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Post by caffine10x on May 31, 2007 12:50:31 GMT -5
As he rose from the floor, Matt Damon walked thru the kitchen door.
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Post by Blues on May 31, 2007 14:05:45 GMT -5
Matt Damon then said, in a low and raspy voice
"MMMMAAAATTTT DDAAAAAAAMMMOONNN"
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Post by henry on May 31, 2007 18:25:52 GMT -5
Oh how he (not Damon, the other fellow, whose name was Rama) rejoiced!
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Post by Paveltc on Jun 1, 2007 22:54:19 GMT -5
He then proceeded to fellate Matt Damon with much vigor.
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Post by henry on Jun 2, 2007 0:21:30 GMT -5
"Cut!" shouted the censor, and the story faded into a scene of a lone man standing atop a tall mountain, the cool breeze blowing his long, white hair.
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Post by Archagon on Jun 2, 2007 17:27:38 GMT -5
He was serving as a surrogate flag for a nearby town, as their original flag was recently abducted by anthropomorphic weasels.
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