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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.
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.
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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.
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 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.
> 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.
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,mand 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?
and stuffy and smaller than I remembered. How we'd managed to get all of that stuff up there, I didn't know,mand 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 party, led by Dresk, began the journey that would take them deep into the caverns of gayby to the temple, which was located exactly 7/8ths of the way into the caverns. Dresk stopped momentarily and adjusted his sandals.
"why is it so hot in here?" he muttered to himself. It was also dark.
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.
"Because I am here," exclaimed a man in the corner. He then licked his finger held it up and made a "tssssss" noise.
"Now let's get down and dirty" he said.
He went on to insert his rod into Dresk's hole.
He went on to insert his rod into Dresk's hole.
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.
He was naked.
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