:e_tongue: Read the thread title carefully....
It is not the Four Letter Word Story Game! Remember that. :eltongue:
Recently got this idea from another board I frequent, but I know we had one of these here at one time.
The results can be hilarious.
We make a story by each adding no more/less than four words at a time per post. You must wait for someone else to post something to the story before you can post again.
Herrrrre we go:
Once upon a time
in a far off
tea pot, filled with
highly acidic toxic waste
There lived a small
an insecure white rabbit
Who had three legs
E^D
and lots of zits
He loved to eat
eggs, sausage, and spam
He ate with his
his mouth, however he
could not digest waffles
due to a plastic
dick in the mouth
It was put there
for a massive laugh
But there were none...
E^D
and remained none untill..
the cows came home
, the fat lady sang...
in Acadian French, and
E^D
with a Japaneses accent.
.The little bunny however
wondered as it plummeted
through the teapot at
point-blank range if
someone, somewhere would save
the whales and snails
E^D
in the Ozark mountains.
Coincidentally, this coincided with
banging heads against doors
and mandatory drug testing
along with physical training
stampeding through the Vatican
with an anti-vampire cannon
firing upon the clergy
to get breath mints.
However, the plastic attachment
was not meant to
be used so erotically.
so in the end
the tripod rabbit fainted
attracting a ravenous fox
who had never seen
such a discreditable piece
of crappy old shit
more notably found in
the pants of a
an extremely drunk clown
Suddenly a pirate ship
filled to the brim
with not much room
due to copious amounts
and really, really, stacked
piles of sugary sweets
designed for teeth rotting
and general cavity creation
TAFFY! Lots of it!
E^D
cried the young man
then he ate until
the bunny stepped in
a cleverly hidden, yet
hiding in plain sight
E^D
from the big ass
on his little bit
of teapot left in
Once upon a time in a far off tea pot, filled with highly acidic toxic waste There lived a small an insecure white rabbit Who had three legs and lots of zits He loved to eat eggs, sausage, and spam He ate with his his mouth, however he could not digest waffles due to a plastic dick in the mouth It was put there for a massive laugh But there were none... and remained none untill.. the cows came home, the fat lady sang... in Acadian French, and with a Japaneses accent. The little bunny however wondered as it plummeted through the teapot at point-blank range if someone, somewhere would save the whales and snails in the Ozark mountains. Coincidentally, this coincided with banging heads against doors and mandatory drug testing along with physical training stampeding through the Vatican with an anti-vampire cannon firing upon the clergy to get breath mints. However, the plastic attachment was not meant to be used so erotically. so in the end the tripod rabbit fainted attracting a ravenous fox who had never seen such a discreditable piece of crappy old shit more notably found in the pants of a an extremely drunk clown
Suddenly a pirate ship filled to the brim with not much room due to copious amounts and really, really, stacked piles of sugary sweets designed for teeth rotting and general cavity creation TAFFY! Lots of it! cried the young man then he ate until the bunny stepped in a cleverly hidden, yet hiding in plain sight from the big ass on his little bit of teapot left in
the dark, glowing refrigerator.
(edit: psst.... Continue on with the story. It has no end.) :e_wink:
that softly hummed a
with a flourescent glow
(haha, read the whole thing, had me in stitches)
while emitting radon gas
E^D
and alpha grade radiation
with an immunity to
red, red, wine...makes
the ceramic teapot very
difficult to steer. Perhaps
E^D
if the bunny learnt
anything, is that plastic
does not digest well
E^D
when soaked in tea
like a certain harbor
write porn about harbor
-Shouta
which seriously offends the
bind mans in japan
-Shouta-tan
who won the bronze
spittoon of the crazy
cuboid canvas catamaran crew
E^D
who are particularly famous
for eating in darkness
with no soup spoons
But, what is the
deal with those damn
women that weep spiders
E^D
from every surmountable crevice
This meant little to
the three-legged, acne-prone bunny
E^D
who lived in teapots
containing acidic toxic waste
along with bottomless pits
of unregulated toxic feelings
Either way he decided
"That's it! I'm gonna..."
E^D
"find me a new"
evil looking doom thingy
that is not constructed
of pretty pink things
in the bathroom toilet!"
it'll be made of
E^D
round rubber balls and
soft inner bits stored
within the vaccuum of
space no one can
hear you scream, "OW!"
and I didn't expect
that to happen so
I peed my pants
at such a violent
it felt so good
"But seriously Vicar, isn't
time for tea already
Here's the latest Grand Update.
Enjoy our work so far:
Once upon a time in a far off tea pot, filled with highly acidic toxic waste, there lived a small and insecure white rabbit, who had three legs and lots of zits. He loved to eat eggs, sausage, and spam. He ate with his his mouth, however, he could not digest waffles, due to a plastic dick in the mouth. It was put there for a massive laugh, but there were none... and remained none until... the cows came home, the fat lady sang... in Acadian French, and with a Japaneses accent. The little bunny however wondered, as it plummeted through the teapot at point-blank range, "if someone, somewhere would save the whales and snails in the Ozark mountains?" Coincidentally, this coincided with banging heads against doors and mandatory drug testing, along with physical training, stampeding through the Vatican with an anti-vampire cannon, firing upon the clergy to get breath mints. However, the plastic attachment was not meant to be used so erotically. So, in the end, the tripod rabbit fainted, attracting a ravenous fox who had never seen such a discreditable piece of crappy old shit more notably found in the pants of a an extremely drunk clown.
Suddenly a pirate ship filled to the brim, with not much room, due to copious amounts, and really, really, stacked piles of sugary sweets designed for teeth rotting and general cavity creation "TAFFY! Lots of it!" cried the young man! Then he ate until the bunny stepped in a cleverly hidden, yet hiding in plain sight from the big ass, on his little bit of teapot left in the dark, glowing refrigerator, that softly hummed a/with a flourescent glow. While emitting radon gas and alpha grade radiation, with an immunity to red, red, wine...makes the ceramic teapot very difficult to steer. Perhaps if the bunny learnt anything, is that plastic does not digest well when soaked in tea, like a certain harbor. Write porn about harbor, which seriously offends the bind mans in Japan, who won the bronze spittoon of the crazy, cuboid, canvas catamaran crew, who are particularly famous for eating in darkness, with no soup spoons. "But, what is the deal with those damn women that weep spiders from every surmountable crevice?" This meant little to the three-legged, acne-prone bunny, who lived in teapots containing acidic toxic waste, along with bottomless pits of unregulated toxic feelings. Either way, he decided "That's it! I'm gonna...find me a new evil looking doom thingy that is not constructed of pretty pink things in the bathroom toilet! It'll be made of round rubber balls and soft inner bits stored within the vaccuum of space no one can hear you scream, "OW!", and I didn't expect that to happen so, I peed my pants at such a violent. It felt so good, but seriously Vicar, isn't time for tea already?"
"Piss off!" said Vicar
E^D
,hurting the bunny's feelings
(this thing makes me chuckle everytime i read it)
brandashing a carving knife
"Oh not again", she
declared, the vicar's wife
walking away in disgust
E^D
the room was furnished
in dark red mahogany
Blood stained the walls
E^D
with various urine stains
with other bodily fluids
But it is my
destiny to follow through
"Thou Shalt Be Cleansed!"
E^D
interrupted the psychotic vicar
"Chirp, Chirp, Chirp" sang
the bunny in confusion
The wind whistled through
his ears as he
imagined being somewhere happier
E^D
despite his current predicament
being loved by eight
psychotic elderly granny packers
who work at a
parallel universe ruled by
a sexy bunny-earred attorney
who had a whip
with lots of spikes
,welsh rarebits and slimely
eyes which are green
"Help! I'm trapped" screamed
something inside the whip
Two tiny turquoise tortoises
E^D
appeard to help the
pink rhinoceros from the
alternate dimension of doom
whose hand just reached
into the inter-stellar plane
and found snakes living
saw the little goblin
whore sucking an ogres
Sunday roast when he
bumped into a fishbowl
containing evil floating cow
eyes that were crossed
across the bunnies nose
fish which eat humans
with a bechamael sauce
paired with Beaujolais Nouveau
E^D
and enjoyed a mint
, an after-eight mint actually,
with some cognac which
contained a mild hallucinogen
derived from jellyfish torsos
E^D
and bad German ale
which was fermented in
a barrel of goat's
cheese stuff with lots
of internal organs that
were rotting and festering
in pineapple juice from
the Tropic of Cancer
in the southern part
. Anyway, the bunny felt
that the current economic
crisis needed to be
dealt with by a
really, really, big explosion
of thermite, inside the
E^D
bunny's little chocolate starfish
was chopped up into
five equal sized pieces
, and distributed to only
E^D
his most closest friends
spoke softly in a
large sombrero with corn
and doing a jaunty
waltz, with a hobo.
E^D
As he surveyed the
the carnage, he wrought
In despair among the
many dead teapots surrounding
it own teapot house
"Well, I didn't expect"
the Spanish inquisition to
"NOBODY EXPECTS TH'SPANISH INQUISITION!"
E^D
"Our chief weapons are...
small washing-up trays and
my favorite color is
turqoise to be different
and strange and also
very tight fitting with
pert little pink buttocks
I think about every five pages, or so is about right...
Here's the latest Grand Update.
Enjoy our work so far:
Once upon a time in a far off tea pot, filled with highly acidic toxic waste, there lived a small and insecure white rabbit, who had three legs and lots of zits. He loved to eat eggs, sausage, and spam. He ate with his his mouth, however, he could not digest waffles, due to a plastic dick in the mouth. It was put there for a massive laugh, but there were none... and remained none until... the cows came home, the fat lady sang... in Acadian French, and with a Japaneses accent. The little bunny however wondered, as it plummeted through the teapot at point-blank range, "if someone, somewhere would save the whales and snails in the Ozark mountains?" Coincidentally, this coincided with banging heads against doors and mandatory drug testing, along with physical training, stampeding through the Vatican with an anti-vampire cannon, firing upon the clergy to get breath mints. However, the plastic attachment was not meant to be used so erotically. So, in the end, the tripod rabbit fainted, attracting a ravenous fox who had never seen such a discreditable piece of crappy old shit more notably found in the pants of a an extremely drunk clown.
Suddenly a pirate ship filled to the brim, with not much room, due to copious amounts, and really, really, stacked piles of sugary sweets designed for teeth rotting and general cavity creation "TAFFY! Lots of it!" cried the young man! Then he ate until the bunny stepped in a cleverly hidden, yet hiding in plain sight from the big ass, on his little bit of teapot left in the dark, glowing refrigerator, that softly hummed a/with a flourescent glow. While emitting radon gas and alpha grade radiation, with an immunity to red, red, wine...makes the ceramic teapot very difficult to steer. Perhaps if the bunny learnt anything, is that plastic does not digest well when soaked in tea, like a certain harbor. Write porn about harbor, which seriously offends the bind mans in Japan, who won the bronze spittoon of the crazy, cuboid, canvas catamaran crew, who are particularly famous for eating in darkness, with no soup spoons. "But, what is the deal with those damn women that weep spiders from every surmountable crevice?" This meant little to the three-legged, acne-prone bunny, who lived in teapots containing acidic toxic waste, along with bottomless pits of unregulated toxic feelings. Either way, he decided "That's it! I'm gonna...find me a new evil looking doom thingy that is not constructed of pretty pink things in the bathroom toilet! It'll be made of round rubber balls and soft inner bits stored within the vaccuum of space no one can hear you scream, "OW!, and I didn't expect that to happen so, I peed my pants at such a violent. It felt so good, but seriously Vicar, isn't time for tea already?"
"Piss off!" said Vicar, hurting the bunny's feelings. Brandishing a carving knife, "Oh not again", she declared, the vicar's wife walking away in disgust. The room was furnished in dark red mahogany. Blood stained the walls, with various urine stains with other bodily fluids. "But it is my destiny to follow through." "Thou Shalt Be Cleansed!" interrupted the psychotic vicar. "Chirp, Chirp, Chirp" sang the bunny in confusion. The wind whistled through his ears as he imagined being somewhere happier, despite his current predicament. Being loved by eight psychotic elderly granny packers, who work at a parallel universe ruled by a sexy bunny-earred attorney, who had a whip with lots of spikes, welsh rarebits and slimely eyes which are green.
"Help! I'm trapped" screamed something inside the whip. Two tiny turquoise tortoises appeared to help the pink rhinoceros from the alternate dimension of doom, whose hand just reached into the inter-stellar plane and found snakes living, saw the little goblin whore sucking an ogre's Sunday roast, when he bumped into a fishbowl containing evil floating cow. Eyes that were crossed across the bunnies nose, fish which eat humans with a bechamael sauce paired with Beaujolais Nouveau, and enjoyed a mint, an after-eight mint actually, with some cognac which contained a mild hallucinogen derived from jellyfish torsos and bad German ale, which was fermented in a barrel of goat's cheese stuff with lots of internal organs that were rotting and festering in pineapple juice from the Tropic of Cancer (in the southern part). Anyway, the bunny felt that the current economic crisis needed to be dealt with by a really, really, big explosion of thermite. Inside the bunny's little chocolate starfish, was chopped up into five equal sized pieces, and distributed to only his most closest friends, spoke softly, "In a large sombrero with corn and doing a jaunty waltz, with a hobo." As he surveyed the the carnage he wrought, in despair among the many dead teapots surrounding it's own teapot house. "Well, I didn't expect the Spanish inquisition to-" "NOBODY EXPECTS TH'SPANISH INQUISITION! Our chief weapons are... small washing-up trays and my favorite color is turqoise, to be different, and strange, and also very tight fitting with pert little pink buttocks!"
The bunny stared, dumbfounded
E^D
at the strange men
who undulated softly as
tiny caterpillars wove around
E^D
thier perfectly ironed neck-ties
Then Herr Flick Entered
conducting another crappy plan
to capture Rene and
find the painting of the
beer and bratwurst still-life.
E^D
Unfortunately, the pink bunny
bacame hopping mad so
it tried the darkside
and got lost in
his teapot, getting there
was a difficult task
(Special thanks to E^D Crow for updating the summary!!)
since everything was covered
in pure, black darkness.
A pin-hole of light
Quote from: Lord Il on October 04, 2008, 05:39:29 AM(Special thanks to E^D Crow for updating the summary!!)
You're very welcome. I've taken it upon myself to update and proofread the story every five pages, or so. I try not to alter the original words; only adding punctuations where needed, to help the story be a bit more cohesive.
E^D
no bigger than a
very hairy nasal hole
used for snorting-up spaghetti
"It's the sauce" she
coldly whispered. "You must
E^D
use the force to
open this lid,"honesty...
was not the bunny's
cup of tea as
a diagnosed pathological liar
E^D
burst into the room
The tension grew like
undue kudzu in Kalamazoo
E^D
, whatever that meant thought
the attorney yelling "OBJECTION!"
"OVERRULED!" shouted Judge Taylor
E^D
"D*mn, I need more..."
monkey rid BBQ sauce
to fill this large
rounded polystyrene sphere which
hummed "Die Fledermaus" poorly
Thirty seconds later, it
E^D
start rainning cats and
frogs from the sky
(That's right, I said 'frogs'.)
"Hop to It!!! Bellowed
the crazy vicar's wife
"They be witchcraftin' tonight!"
E^D
"Down on the downs!"
"All by myself, don't"
I declare: This should be the final update of the Four Word Story Game.
Every story needs an ending, and because someone (galenow) broke the rules, and posted twice in a row, this story has come to an end.
Enjoy:
Once upon a time, in a far off tea pot filled with highly acidic toxic waste, there lived a small and insecure white rabbit, who had three legs and lots of zits. He loved to eat eggs, sausage, and spam. He ate with his his mouth, however, he could not digest waffles, due to a plastic dick in the mouth. It was put there for a massive laugh, but there were none... and remained none until the cows came home, the fat lady sang in Acadian French, and with a Japaneses accent. The little bunny, however, wondered, as it plummeted through the teapot at point-blank range, if "someone, somewhere would save the whales and snails in the Ozark mountains?" Coincidentally, this coincided with banging heads against doors and mandatory drug testing, along with physical training, stampeding through the Vatican with an anti-vampire cannon, firing upon the clergy to get breath mints. However, the plastic attachment was not meant to be used so erotically. So, in the end, the tripod rabbit fainted, attracting a ravenous fox who had never seen such a discreditable piece of crappy old shit more notably found in the pants of a an extremely drunk clown.
Suddenly, a pirate ship filled to the brim, with not much room, due to copious amounts, and really, really, stacked piles of sugary sweets designed for teeth rotting and general cavity creation "TAFFY! Lots of it!" cried the young man! Then he ate until the bunny stepped in a cleverly hidden, yet hiding in plain sight from the big ass, on his little bit of teapot left in the dark, glowing refrigerator that softly hummed a/with a flourescent glow. While emitting radon gas and alpha grade radiation, with an immunity to red, red, wine...makes the ceramic teapot very difficult to steer. Perhaps if the bunny learnt anything, is that plastic does not digest well when soaked in tea, like a certain harbor. Write porn about harbor, which seriously offends the bind men in Japan who won the bronze spittoon of the crazy, cuboid, canvas catamaran crew, who are particularly famous for eating in darkness, with no soup spoons. "But, what is the deal with those damn women that weep spiders from every surmountable crevice?" This meant little to the three-legged, acne-prone bunny, who lived in teapots containing acidic toxic waste, along with bottomless pits of unregulated toxic feelings. Either way, he decided: "That's it! I'm gonna...find me a new evil looking doom thingy that is not constructed of pretty pink things in the bathroom toilet! It'll be made of round rubber balls and soft inner bits stored within the vacuum of space no one can hear you scream, 'OW!', and I didn't expect that to happen so, I peed my pants at such a violent... It felt so good, but... seriously, Vicar, isn't time for tea already?"
"Piss off!" said Vicar, hurting the bunny's feelings. Brandishing a carving knife, "Oh not again" she declared (the vicar's wife) walking away in disgust. The room was furnished in dark red mahogany. Blood stained the walls, with various urine stains with other bodily fluids. "But it is my destiny to follow through." "Thou Shalt Be Cleansed!" interrupted the psychotic vicar. "Chirp, Chirp, Chirp" sang the bunny in confusion. The wind whistled through his ears as he imagined being somewhere happier, despite his current predicament. Being loved by eight psychotic elderly granny packers, who work at a parallel universe ruled by a sexy bunny-earred attorney, who had a whip with lots of spikes, welsh rarebits and slimely eyes which are green.
"Help! I'm trapped" screamed something inside the whip. Two tiny turquoise tortoises appeared to help the pink rhinoceros from the alternate dimension of doom, whose hand just reached into the inter-stellar plane and found snakes living, saw the little goblin whore sucking an ogre's Sunday roast, when he bumped into a fishbowl containing evil floating cow. Eyes that were crossed across the bunnies nose, fish which eat humans with a bechamael sauce paired with Beaujolais Nouveau, and enjoyed a mint, an after-eight mint, actually, with some cognac which contained a mild hallucinogen derived from jellyfish torsos and bad German ale, which was fermented in a barrel of goat's cheese stuff with lots of internal organs that were rotting and festering in pineapple juice from the Tropic of Cancer (in the southern part). Anyway, the bunny felt that the current economic crisis needed to be dealt with by a really, really, big explosion of thermite. Inside, the bunny's little chocolate starfish was chopped up into five equal sized pieces, and distributed to only his most closest friends. Spoke softly, "In a large sombrero with corn and doing a jaunty waltz, with a hobo." As he surveyed the carnage he wrought, in despair, among the many dead teapots surrounding it's own teapot house. "Well, I didn't expect the Spanish inquisition to-" "NOBODY EXPECTS TH'SPANISH INQUISITION! Our chief weapons are... small washing-up trays, and my favorite color is turqoise, to be different and strange, and also very tight fitting with pert little pink buttocks!"
The bunny stared, dumbfounded, at the strange men who undulated softly, as tiny caterpillars wove around their perfectly ironed neck-ties. Then, Herr Flick entered, conducting another crappy plan to capture Rene, and find the painting of the beer and bratwurst still-life. Unfortunately, the pink bunny became hopping mad, so it tried the dark-side, and got lost in his teapot. Getting there was a difficult task, since everything was covered in pure, black darkness. A pin-hole of light, no bigger than a very hairy nasal hole used for snorting-up spaghetti. "It's the sauce" she coldly whispered. "You must use the force to open this lid." Honesty...was not the bunny's cup of tea, as a diagnosed pathological liar burst into the room. "The tension grew like undue kudzu in Kalamazoo, whatever that meant" thought the attorney yelling "OBJECTION!"
"OVERRULED!" shouted Judge Taylor. "Damn, I need more... monkey rib BBQ sauce to fill this large rounded polystyrene sphere, which hummed 'Die Fledermaus', poorly". Thirty seconds later, it start raining cats and frogs from the sky "Hop to It!!!" Bellowed the crazy, vicar's wife. "They be witchcraftin' tonight! Down on the downs! All by myself, don't stop now!"
The End.
E^D
Quote from: E^D Crow on December 11, 2008, 07:43:05 PM
Every story needs an ending, and because someone (galenow) broke the rules, and posted twice in a row, this story has come to an end.
You finally really did it. You maniac.... you blew it up! ... Ah, damn you! :il_hahaha:
We'll start off fresh and make another one of these in the future. These tend to be very entertaining once they take off.
Again, thanks to E^D Crow for compiling and editing our mess which
no amount of household cleaner could ever hope to clean. :e_pleased:
Quote from: Lord Il on December 17, 2008, 03:59:54 PM
Quote from: E^D Crow on December 11, 2008, 07:43:05 PM
Every story needs an ending, and because someone (galenow) broke the rules, and posted twice in a row, this story has come to an end.
You finally really did it. You maniac.... you blew it up! ... Ah, damn you! :il_hahaha:
We'll start off fresh and make another one of these in the future. These tend to be very entertaining once they take off.
Again, thanks to E^D Crow for compiling and editing our mess which no amount of household cleaner could ever hope to clean. :e_pleased:
It was a lot of fun reading, writing, and proofreading it. I must confess, I do get some kind of weird enjoyment from proofreading anything. I can't wait for the next story, really. I love both spontaneous, and temporary art. To me, they both represent the fleeting moment that is our lives. To know that you're experiencing something new for that one moment, and then it'll be gone forever, is a beautiful thing.
I see no reason to start a whole new thread, unless someone with higher authority than I were to disagree. If a new thread seems a better choice for any reason, then I only ask to copy the following to the new location:
Shall we begin a new story?
The Rules1. We make a story by each adding no more/less than four words at a time, per post.
2. You must wait for someone else to post something to the story before you can post again.
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Once upon a time...
E^D