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The Worst Story Ever



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Sat Feb 10, 2007 1:02 pm
Chairman says...



Game Rules:

It's basically a "countinue-where-i-left-out" activity...but the final product has to be extremely bad. No flaming allowed, but a sudden change of plot and confusing details can be added. Grammar shouldn't be left out.

Let me begin:

No one, ever, had disturbed the silence, as John walked down the hallway. The hallway was bustling with life and loud music.

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Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:11 pm
Ofour says...



Several tortoises dropped from the ceiling as he gingerly tiptoed over a steaming pile of horse manure.
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Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:15 am
Wiggy says...



"Eureka!" John cried. "It's an icestorm!" He looked out the 20th story window onto an iceskating pond where they were shooting a new movie.
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Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:30 am
Sam says...



The movie was a sweet Valentine's Day tale of romance and action, and- being tall, muscular, and blonde- John walked passed and was nearly tackled by the director, who asked him to star in the movie.

Then, prompted by attacks by the inferior-looking, evil-souled original leading man, the director proposed that John and the previous star engage in a duel.

"This town ain't big enough fer the two of us," said John, and the fight began, as they circled the park with their pistols pointed at each other in an intense manner, shirts torn to accentuate their heaving, beautifully toned (and sweaty!) pectorals.
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Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:19 am
Shafter says...



(:lol: You're terrible, Sam!)

As they circled, beautifully toned (and sweaty!) pectorals heaving, the street curbs became littered with bodies-- bodies of fainted girls who had come to watch the duel.

BANG! BANG!

The smoke settled slowly. The townspeople gasped.
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Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:11 pm
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"Oh! Oh!" Crowds of penguins gasped in the distance.

"Want any pizza?" One asked another.
'"Yup. And a double cappucino shot cappucino."
"Okay...I'll pass by starbucks."

The penguin cycled around the town, eventually kicking into John. Suddenly, John had the thought of talking to it.

"Hello."
  





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Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:02 pm
Ofour says...



The penguin, disliking John's attitude, delivered a forceful punch to his stomach. Grabbing a nearby iron bar he laid into John with gusto. Having killed his target he wandered off to find the Starbucks.
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Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:16 pm
Lilyy03 says...



As the penguins left for Starbucks, John's would-be co-star (a tall, slender, bosomy, raven-haired woman) dashed to his fallen body. She wore a plain blue dress, but its demure simplicity did not subtract from her unsurpassable good looks.

"Oh, how very terrible!" she screamed. She flailed her arms in a windmill-like manner. The top layer of her makeup began to be washed away by pearl-like tears.

John opened one eye.

"Shh," he said. "This is just a ruse to show off my superb acting abilities."
  





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Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:12 pm
bubblewrapped says...



"Shh," his (would-be) co-star whispered right back. "So is this!"

But before the two of them could take the scene any further (John had a dramatic death scene in mind, while the woman was wondering whether fainting or sobbing against John's manly chest would be more effective) the penguins returned.

They brought with them the giraffes.
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Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:42 am
Tara says...



"THIS IS NOT WALLMART!" John shouted, nervously shoving a pickle in his ear.

"Great Scott!" The penguins gasped, mounting the giraffes promptly, "He's right!."

They galloped off into the sunset, ready to spread the word of their adventures to unsuspecting victims.
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Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:14 pm
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"Okay, the penguins are gone...so can we continue the scene?" John murmured.
"Well yeah."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Darn...I'm thinking of dialogue."
"Me too."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
  





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Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:25 am
Shafter says...



One of the random bystanders decided it was time to quite the stupid romantic tension between John and his (would-be) co-star.

He promptly threw a handgrenade into the nearest building.
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Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:26 am
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As the building exploded, John and his (would be) co-star were thrown backwards. French fries rained down on them.

"Mmm. Must have been a McDonalds," John commented, sticking a fry in his mouth.
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Wed Feb 14, 2007 2:35 pm
Myth says...



One of the chips got up and started to walk away when the director spotted it. "Hey, wanna be in a really frabjous movie about weird things that talk and eat humans along the way?"

The little chip nodded his head and trotted after the very large director.
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Fri Feb 16, 2007 3:11 am
Shafter says...



Meanwhile, John got to his feet and asked his (would-be) co-star, "What's your name?"

"Penelope Q'zartialanis," she replied.

John blinked. "You mean you're--"

"From a fantasy story. Yes."

The innocent bystanders passed around the popcorn. This was going to get interesting.
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