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Story time
Meiz
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Hey folks.
The premise for this thread is simple. I shall start a story in which case anyone can decide to pick up and add as much or as little detail to the series of events that follow our main protagonist's path. This is usually fun or incredibly stupid. I was thinking a 3rd person narrative would suffice in this situation so that's pretty much the only thing to do. Oh, try to quote the last bit of story for continuity. That way if two people have a different arc, one can simply chose their destiny.
Ok go.
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A small cloud of dust could be seen trailing in the distance, closing in on Gybrush Knight. His demeanor remained calm however as he was instructed to be here at this precise moment. The palm of his hand kept rubbing against his coat pocket as he swayed his arm back and forth. As the object grew closer to him; sun reflected off of it piercing his mind and making it slightly difficult to focus. He was standing in the middle of the road with only sand and cacti to keep him company until now. Wait for it... wait for it he said to himself.
The premise for this thread is simple. I shall start a story in which case anyone can decide to pick up and add as much or as little detail to the series of events that follow our main protagonist's path. This is usually fun or incredibly stupid. I was thinking a 3rd person narrative would suffice in this situation so that's pretty much the only thing to do. Oh, try to quote the last bit of story for continuity. That way if two people have a different arc, one can simply chose their destiny.
Ok go.
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A small cloud of dust could be seen trailing in the distance, closing in on Gybrush Knight. His demeanor remained calm however as he was instructed to be here at this precise moment. The palm of his hand kept rubbing against his coat pocket as he swayed his arm back and forth. As the object grew closer to him; sun reflected off of it piercing his mind and making it slightly difficult to focus. He was standing in the middle of the road with only sand and cacti to keep him company until now. Wait for it... wait for it he said to himself.
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Slowly something in the middle distance started to take shape. Obscured by glare from the sun and the dust trail it was picking up he could vaguely make out the outline of something pink and tubular. Something pink and tubular with a shit-eating grin that made Gybrush feel sick in his stomach.
It was coming and he had little in the way of protection.
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Later, when Guybrush was drinking beers with his ex-professor and mentor Fernando "Doc" Macondo, he spoke of the sliminess. The disgusting, seeping wetness of the cloud which came up the leg of his pants and dampened his very manhood.
- It surprised me. A cloud of dust? You don't expect that - yeah, beer's good- you don't expect the wetness.
- Hmm, mused the professor.
- We gotta stop this, Doc. These clouds could end life-
- As we know it, yes. I understand what's at stake, mmhmm.
"Alas, they come from the Sea!!" he screamed, and showed his spear, stained with a creamy white substance.
Guybrush quickly turned to Doc and said..
Batman enters the room
The price of gasoline to go up 1 dollar.
Suddenly Gybrush realizes...
Just then,
breathing from somewhere near the end of the bed. He wished he could
see what was going on down there; from the motion of the fur, he
assumed the male he'd found earlier wasn't the only one in the room,
and that the daisy chain they had going was lengthened by one at that
end.
The Continuing Adventures of Gybrush Knight
Staring at the lifeless bodies of Batman, Joker, and some random ass wizard, Gybrush continues on his quest for adventure and loot. He happens upon a bordello filled with the ugliest wenches in the land. He stops, checks his purse, and walks on in. He saunters up to the bar when a wench with a face resembling
[€dit] I meant to write troll, but this seems better somehow
Guybrush then unties his pantaloons and unsheaths his baby seal club.
As he wipes down the club, he can feel it expanding in his hand.
As the anticipation grows, Guybrush begins to shake a sweat...suddenly from the Shadows a unicorn appears. Rainbows and shit fill the room as Guybrush realizes he cant kill the baby, because this child is Jesus. Savior of man, lover of prostitutes.
Meanwhile, in a land not so far away, a young angst filled teen stares at his manhood. With a small tear in his eye he turns on the George Foreman grill, deciding to rid himself of this filth between his legs. As he waits the five minutes for the grill to heat up, he contemplates...
edit: That really killed the thread.