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"The forum story"

Lets play a game, this might take off. Yet it may not.

Lets write a forum story. I used to play this game on long road trips. Used to be rather fun. One person writes the first line of a story (or 2 lines) and then the next person continues it with their own line or 2. Then someone else writes the next line. It will be naturally crap and will take may twists and turns. Before you add your line though copy whatever has come before it so we can keep track of what is going on.

First line:

I put the letter by my side and glanced around me. The loft was dirty and stuffy and smaller than I remembered.

I stood quietly. I needed to compose myself.

"Let us answer your first questions. You will have assumed by now that I am a telepathic, completely literate and warm blooded penguin. But that suit -" he took his pipe out of his mouth and indicated toward the armour "- holds more relevance to your life than anything else.

"I believe I was going to tell you when it came from. To be as precise as I can be, it was Christmas. Christmas 1601."

The hint of rum was upon his breath. These teeth had yet to see a good scrub from their owner. As he neatly folded his flippers and leant back on his dusty, leather chair he a gave a dry stare that looked deep into my eyes, like a predator looking into a dark forest for its prey.

He tipped his hat and lowered his scar-stricken flipper to his side; he had obviously been up here a long time as thick cobwebs had formed around face, almost like a makeshift beard swaying near his feet.

> I put the letter by my side and glanced around me. The loft was dirty
> and stuffy and smaller than I remembered. How we'd managed to get all
> of that stuff up there, I didn't know, and I didn't even remember
> owning half of it. The creepy suit of armour in the corner, for
> instance, I swear I'd never seen before in my life. Floorboards
> uncontrollably creaked as I scaled around this airless peak of
> memories. A gape of light had emerged through the ceiling, gifting
> the only means of exploring this dilapidated, old place.
>
> As I pawed through a collection of forgotten poetry I turned back
> towards the suit of armour. Where did it come from? Why did we have
> it? And what was it doing up here?

"The question isn't where, my friend. It is when."

I was startled - I had thought I was alone. I turned on my heel in the direction of the voice. I stopped dead, in a mixture of shock and amazement. Behind me, in a dusty leather chair, sat an emperor penguin, smoking a pipe.

"My name is Edmund. And I have been waiting for you."

*sigh*

He was naked.

On sight of the man, I turned and ran. Looking over my shoulder, I wondered if he was following me. When I saw nobody there, I stopped. Suddenly, he dropped down in front of me.

"Now let's get down and dirty" he said.
He went on to insert his rod into Dresk's hole.

cweek2000 wrote:
> "why is it so hot in here?" he muttered to himself. It was
> also dark.

"Because I am here," exclaimed a man in the corner. He then licked his finger held it up and made a "tssssss" noise.

"why is it so hot in here?" he muttered to himself. It was also dark.