Make-A-Story!

[GodandRock]

Hey guys how ya doin'? Long time no post here, but anyways I got an idea. This is sort of a game to see how creative we can be. I will start writing a simple story with 5 lines or less. What each consecutive poster has to do is add to the story in ANY way you like, but it has to be less than 5 lines. And please don't ruin the fun by writing something that is the ending of the story lol...Well anyways, just add on whatever you feel like to this story and lets see how far we can get this to. Copy+paste the last posters story onto your post and continue from there. Try to make it wierd and interesting. It doesn't matter if its corny. It can be grose, vulgar, anything you can do to mess around with the story is alright.

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

[jedimaster86]

(Out of Context - Does this include fixing any previous part of the story that has some grammer errors, as well as pointing out any writing tips [ie not starting about every sentence with the same pronoun and keeping to one tense]? Lol just messing with ya...I think)

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

[Crimson_Brilliance010]

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particlular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)

[GodandRock]

Wow great job guys! And I think I'll remove the 5 lines rule. But don't go overboard on this lol. Like how Jedi explained one whole scene where Bob was getting ready. You can go over 5 lines only if you don't start writing another East Of Eden lol. My bad guys for my horribly job on the first paragraph, I can really write better but at that time I wasn't in the mood to think. But I just wanted to set the base of the story down. Also, if you already posted, you can repost with another addition to the story if 3 other people made additions after you.

[Pamela]

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particlular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)
Upon speaking with the Oracle so long ago,Bob once more travels in search of his brother-in-arms,swiftly traveling in his light armor.He ponders the discussion that must transpire upon this meeting,knowing that the outcome will mean success or failure.Settling in his mind ,with steadfast heart,he knows that this will be no easy task,yet even Amonarchy must be called to task for injustices.Carefully checking his bow and quiver,he thinks to himself,
~I am ready for battle if need be~ ,and continues on his way.

[Crimson_Brilliance010]

Wow great job guys! And I think I'll remove the 5 lines rule. But don't go overboard on this lol. Like how Jedi explained one whole scene where Bob was getting ready. You can go over 5 lines only if you don't start writing another East Of Eden lol. My bad guys for my horribly job on the first paragraph, I can really write better but at that time I wasn't in the mood to think. But I just wanted to set the base of the story down. Also, if you already posted, you can repost with another addition to the story if 3 other people made additions after you.

Consider this thread HIJACKED!!!

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)
Upon speaking with the Oracle so long ago,Bob once more travels in search of his brother-in-arms,swiftly traveling in his light armor.He ponders the discussion that must transpire upon this meeting,knowing that the outcome will mean success or failure.Settling in his mind ,with steadfast heart,he knows that this will be no easy task,yet even A monarchy must be called to task for injustices.Carefully checking his bow and quiver,he thinks to himself,
~I am ready for battle if need be~ ,and continues on his way.

The sun is beginning to set. After careful examinations of his surroundings, concluded he was lost. "Aw, Helga." he mutters while searching for a place to rest his head seeing no civilization in the vicinity. He had just laid his eyes on somewhere decent when the all-too-common-suspicious-rustling-leaves sound is made. He stealthily readies himself for the near confrontation, but as his hand nears his daggers, an arrow zips past his head. As it does a brief flashback enters his head, but as soon as it came, even sooner was it interrupted by another arrow! Being aware of his surroundings allowed him to catch it before it pierced anything vital. As he held the arrow another flashback came to him. He was sitting in the forest with another person fletching arrows. He snapped out of it in time to bob out of the line of, nearly-accurate, fire. As he ran into a small opening, he examined the tail of the arrow in the quickening dusk... He makes a war cry known only to him and his brother-in-arms. "Al, br, ch, de..." Bob is submissioned from behind and the flat of a kris is coldly splattered against his neck. Surprisingly, the words were spoken (crap, not writer's block. Trust, I'm overflowing. But, I'm also running on lack of sleep and I'm thinking to fast. TBC... again)

[Pamela]

Consider this thread HIJACKED!!!

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particlular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)
Upon speaking with the Oracle so long ago,Bob once more travels in search of his brother-in-arms,swiftly traveling in his light armor.He ponders the discussion that must transpire upon this meeting,knowing that the outcome will mean success or failure.Settling in his mind ,with steadfast heart,he knows that this will be no easy task,yet even Amonarchy must be called to task for injustices.Carefully checking his bow and quiver,he thinks to himself,
~I am ready for battle if need be~ ,and continues on his way.

The sun is beginning to set. After careful examinations of his surroundings, concluded he was lost. "Aw, Helga." he mutters while searching for a place to rest his head seeing no civilization in the vicinity. He had just laid his eyes on somewhere decent when the all-too-common-suspicious-rustling-leaves sound is made. He stealthily readies himself for the near confrontation, but as his hand nears his daggers, an arrow zips past his head. As it does a brief flashback enters his head, but as soon as it came, even sooner was it interruppted (Interrupted, due to conflict of plot, please tune in next time for an update of "(title)"!)

Springing to his feet,all thoughts of rest abolished,Bob turns to meet his foe,weapons ready.Sighting the attacker,Bob pulls his bow and adds a magic arrow.Aiming carefully,he pulls back and fires! Scoring a direct hit,and killing the shooter,he fails to see the other attack from behind. Falling in a tangle of limbs and fists,he slashes savagely with the dagger he has hastily pulled from it's sheath.

[schmidz]

Consider this thread HIJACKED!!!

Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.

Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.

He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)
Upon speaking with the Oracle so long ago,Bob once more travels in search of his brother-in-arms,swiftly traveling in his light armor.He ponders the discussion that must transpire upon this meeting,knowing that the outcome will mean success or failure.Settling in his mind ,with steadfast heart,he knows that this will be no easy task,yet even A monarchy must be called to task for injustices.Carefully checking his bow and quiver,he thinks to himself,
~I am ready for battle if need be~ ,and continues on his way.

The sun is beginning to set. After careful examinations of his surroundings, concluded he was lost. "Aw, Helga." he mutters while searching for a place to rest his head seeing no civilization in the vicinity. He had just laid his eyes on somewhere decent when the all-too-common-suspicious-rustling-leaves sound is made. He stealthily readies himself for the near confrontation, but as his hand nears his daggers, an arrow zips past his head. As it does a brief flashback enters his head, but as soon as it came, even sooner was it interrupted by another arrow! Being aware of his surroundings allowed him to catch it before it pierced anything vital. As he held the arrow another flashback came to him. He was sitting in the forest with another person fletching arrows. He snapped out of it in time to bob out of the line of, nearly-accurate, fire. As he ran into a small opening, he examined the tail of the arrow in the quickening dusk... He makes a war cry known only to him and his brother-in-arms. "Al, br, ch, de..." Bob is submissioned from behind and the flat of a kris is coldly splattered against his neck. Surprisingly, the words were spoken (crap, not writer's block. Trust, I'm overflowing. But, I'm also running on lack of sleep and I'm thinking to fast. TBC... again)

Springing to his feet,all thoughts of rest abolished,Bob turns to meet his foe,weapons ready.Sighting the attacker,Bob pulls his bow and adds a magic arrow.Aiming carefully,he pulls back and fires! Scoring a direct hit,and killing the shooter,he fails to see the other attack from behind. Falling in a tangle of limbs and fists,he slashes savagely with the dagger he has hastily pulled from it's sheath.

With each swing he lands a blow, each more significant than each other. In the end the body of his opponent lay hollowed out on the ground. Bob's dagger glowed, channeling the power of the blood into the dagger, making each strike stronger. As he looked at his dead foes, he wonders who they are for the symbols they wear are not familiar to him. With new questions rising in his head, he heard footsteps approaching from all around him...

[Pamela]

With each swing he lands a blow, each more significant than each other. In the end the body of his opponent lay hollowed out on the ground. Bob's dagger glowed, channeling the power of the blood into the dagger, making each strike stronger. As he looked at his dead foes, he wonders who they are for the symbols they wear are not familiar to him. With new questions rising in his head, he heard footsteps approaching from all around him...

Tilting his head slightly to listen,Bob senses hidden attackers approaching,from the deep shadows.
His daggers are glowing with the energy they have absorbed from the slain ones .Still cautious,and aware that danger is near,Bob takes the time to study the symbols worn by the dead foes.
Commiting them to his memory,Bob continues his journey in a stealthy manner,so as to outdistance the fiends that wish his death.
He is tired and with no rest in sight,Bob eats a magic food ,handed down in a recipe from his Father's Wizard,and his own tutor,instantly invigorating his mind and body.Bob continues his quest...

[Crimson_Brilliance010]

Let's take a vote. I'm feeling bitter because I had the GREAT storyline that would have done wonders and bla bla bla but I never did put it in print. I would like from the beginning, with a formal introduction. I may not make sense now, but if you ask me individual questions I should be able to help you sort thru my own chaos.

[Pamela]

(Off topic) Are you wanting to start over or redirect the current story?
Once more heading due north ,having lost the foes that persue him doggedly,Bob finds himself at the entrance to a massive cave.
Fear suddenly prickles the back of his neck,he senses this is an evil place,and absently carresses his dagger,casting his gaze about for danger.
With a trepaditious heart,Bob swallows his fear and moves forward.
Eerie voices whisper things into his mind,causing Bob to sweat,and draw his weapon.

[Crimson_Brilliance010]

(Off topic) Are you wanting to start over or redirect the current story?

Not to be selfish (or maybe so, I don't know.), but from the VERY beginning.

As a matter of fact, It'll begin like this, "In the beginning, There was (blank)..."

So?

[Pamela]

Not to be selfish (or maybe so, I don't know.), but from the VERY beginning.

As a matter of fact, It'll begin like this, "In the beginning, There was (blank)..."

So?

Sure go for it,we will post after you.All he asked origianally was that we show our creativity,so have a blast.

[Crimson_Brilliance010]

I'll edit this post when the muse hits.

I killed a thread!

I apoligize, but in its place I have an idea.

You know how "My Bar" exists, let's just add another one, where there's actual fights and swords and magic and sh*t. I would enjoy that...

(cowers) Please don't hurt me!