Metaphorical Madness

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Here's how this game works ~

Person 1 says three random nouns or single ideas.
Ex. Moon, Happiness, Pencil

Person 2 uses those three words to make a nonsensical sentence. It should be very short and very simple. The tenses of the three words can be altered to your wishes. Only one extra (but optional) verb, adjective, adverb, or noun can be added, but words such as to, and, the, etc. can be used as much as you need. Most importantly, your sentence shouldn't make any logical sense!
Ex. Pencil happiness to the moon.

Person 3 takes that nonsensical sentence and turns it into something that makes sense. This time, no rules apply to how much you're allowed to add.
Ex. Her sketch was almost complete. All she had left to do was give a smile to the man on the moon.

Once Person 3 has written their sentences, they must leave three new words for the next round.

With that, let's get started!

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Candle, Revolution, Heart
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled
and do not be afraid.

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Oooh!! This should be fun! :)

Candle hearts burn revolution.
the world is quiet here

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From the cabinet she removed three heart-shaped candles hewn from red wax and laid them on the table. Then she lit each wick, one by one. Her eyes danced with the flames' glow. Red wax dripped onto the table like blood.

The man who stood only a few feet away recognized the symbolism and dropped his sword in revulsion.

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Grey, Pickle, Ceiling
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled
and do not be afraid.

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Pickle grey ceiling tiles are sickening.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

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The ceiling tiles of the waiting room were a nauseating green-gray. I stared at them, counting the tiles as I waited for my appointment; my mother had made me come. I counted 16 before my steady, shallow breaths became vicious coughing. I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and spat into it. Pickle green. Infection.

Egg, glass, dismissal.
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The egg dismissed the glass shell.
100% autistic




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Monday morning I returned to the barn to check on what Pa calls the incubator. I dragged the milking stool over to sit on, then pressed my face against the warm glass and absently counted the eggs. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve... Twelve?!

Ma had told me there were a dozen eggs, not twelve. Everyone knows a baker's dozen is thirteen, so either someone stole an egg or one of them up and took off.

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Heist, Sardonic, Tinfoil
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled
and do not be afraid.

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Your tinfoil sardonicises heists.
Deep thoughts remind me of unfinished




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The way the punks used tinfoil masks as a form of disguise made the whole thing seem almost like a joke. Almost. The guns they had pointed at us were, after all, very real.

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Battery, Dust, Impatience.
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled
and do not be afraid.

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Battery dust has impatience.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

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The vacuum cleaner's battery had ran out when he needed to clean his dusty room, something he didn't consider when he used his entire month payment to buy it; in a state of rage that couldn't be suppressed, he smashed it to the wall, completely neglecting the logical action to buy a battery at the shop.

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Sadness, Rainbow, Abs
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Only sad rainbows have abs.
"They think I'm still a child. The fools. Alexander was a child when he ruined his first nation."
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