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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 1:43 pm
This is a classic, but we don't have one running here that I've noticed! The rules are easy enough, you just build onto the story however you want, only one sentence at a time though. Anything goes!
Just a few things:
* no using funky punctuation to lengthen your sentences!
* no posting immediately after your sentence to add another sentence, that be cheating yar! pirate (you'd be surprised how often I have seen this >,<)
* try not to kill the story off too fast!! I.E. be kind to other people who might want to add on, and beware of sentences/plot twists that are too hard to follow, or like, kill people involved in the story >,< no "and then he turned out to be a woman and was shot to death in a bar two years later" or "went swimming on Thursday and lost both legs in a shark attack" kind of posts >,< (yes those are actual quotes from one of these...)
You are all Keepers of the Magic! This stuff should be no problem!
Anyway here's where our story begins: ~~~
Once upon a time, in a very shrouded misty wood lived a small dwarf named Haggard.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 3:31 pm
Haggard had a penchant for roast mutton.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 5:10 pm
Unfortunately Haggard was all out of roast mutton.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 9:55 pm
"Blazes and barleygigs, I'm fresh out of mutton," Haggard muttered, his voice echoing from the recesses of the pantry.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:55 am
So he decided to ask his little elf friend Liam for some, and a wee pinch of sugar.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 1:14 pm
He stuffed his thick, stubby feet into his favorite Gnargle-scale boots, then off he trundled to Liam's house, burbling scurrilous sea shanties all the way (which was more than a little odd, as Haggard had never been to the sea in his life).
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 10:40 pm
Then suddenly he bumped into the gnome called Cregas the Terrible, who was infamous for his cruelty.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 6:13 am
Cregas, who was in a rather giving mood that day, roared that he might not force Haggard to eat his own head if he somehow managed to bring the cruel gnome three gold coins and a singing fish head before lunch.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 7:07 am
Haggard scoffed at the little pipsqueak, and punched him in the face, "Ha...fat chance."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:10 pm
Cregas picked himself up off the ground while saying, "Is that so, than take this," to which he promptly put a curse Haggard's beard.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 10:10 pm
Just as promptly, Haggard's beard turned into several small red herrings.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 12:40 pm
Haggard ran about distraught, and in dismay.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 3:22 pm
"Ha, now you smell of fish, but you have plenty of room to accuse other people."
((playing on Red herring))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 4:54 pm
Scraping and yanking to no avail, Haggard found himself with a chin full of red herring and still, no roast mutton.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:12 am
So he did the only thing left to do, which was shave!
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