Author Topic: One-Word Story (Read 64277 times)

BrandtPileggi · **Reply #75 on:** July 26, 2007, 01:04:52 PM

's rectum

Russell Nash · **Reply #76 on:** July 26, 2007, 04:44:00 PM

. However

The story so far:

He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia (<---person or place? you decide) burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snake's tongue. "What are we exactly," Braven (Braven would be the "he" from the first post.) asked Naphtalia.

Grinning, she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, "We are allies of the Dark ,currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel."

"Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work." His memory was thin as his frustration subsided.

Suddenly the lights went out.

"OH NO!"

This meant that souls would flatulate wildly, and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell's rectum. However

Thaurismunths · **Reply #77 on:** July 26, 2007, 08:24:34 PM

, enough

Swamp · **Reply #78 on:** July 26, 2007, 08:54:28 PM

Mr. Tweedy · **Reply #79 on:** July 26, 2007, 09:41:50 PM

remained

BrandtPileggi · **Reply #80 on:** July 27, 2007, 01:41:01 AM

Mr. Tweedy · **Reply #81 on:** July 27, 2007, 01:47:08 AM

Bdoomed · **Reply #82 on:** July 27, 2007, 04:18:02 AM

the horrible

Russell Nash · **Reply #83 on:** July 27, 2007, 07:12:16 AM

return

sirana · **Reply #84 on:** July 27, 2007, 07:30:15 AM

Thaurismunths · **Reply #85 on:** July 27, 2007, 10:59:50 AM

Gorthon

ClintMemo · **Reply #86 on:** July 27, 2007, 11:15:41 AM

the Agnostic

Russell Nash · **Reply #87 on:** July 27, 2007, 11:42:59 AM

, keeper of

BrandtPileggi · **Reply #88 on:** July 27, 2007, 12:22:23 PM

Mr. Tweedy · **Reply #89 on:** July 27, 2007, 05:35:47 PM

(Great Order of Dastardly Simians)

ClintMemo · **Reply #90 on:** July 27, 2007, 05:50:47 PM

and CANDY

Mr. Tweedy · **Reply #91 on:** July 27, 2007, 07:42:59 PM

(Creepy Army of Narcoleptic Death Yaks)

Swamp · **Reply #92 on:** July 27, 2007, 08:45:29 PM

. Naphtalia

ClintMemo · **Reply #93 on:** July 28, 2007, 12:24:27 AM

activated

Bdoomed · **Reply #94 on:** July 28, 2007, 02:16:07 AM

the exploding

ClintMemo · **Reply #95 on:** July 28, 2007, 02:29:35 PM

fluoride

Thaurismunths · **Reply #96 on:** July 28, 2007, 02:53:31 PM

rinse.

Bdoomed · **Reply #97 on:** July 28, 2007, 04:38:43 PM

Leon Kensington · **Reply #98 on:** July 29, 2007, 01:16:20 AM

seconds

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The Story So Far...

He watched in rapturous awe as Naphtalia burned her skin with vigorous movement resembling the flickering of a nervous snakes tongue.
   “What are we exactly?” Braven asked Naphtalia.
   Grinning she masticated loudly on a mouthful of brimstone and answered, “We are allies of the Dark, currently entrusted with protecting Lady Illbred from her Guardian Angel.”
   “Damn it! I hate those damned good-promoting doctors. They will ruin all of our beautiful work.” His memory was thin and his frustration subsided.
   Suddenly the lights went out.
   “OH NO!”
   This meant that the souls would flatuate wildly and decrease the chances of passing through metaspace and into Hell’s rectum. However, enough time remained to stop the horrible return of Gorthon the Agnostic, Keeper of the GODS (Great Order of Dastardly Simians) and CANDY (Creepy Army of Norcoleptic Death Yaks).
   Naphtalia activated the exploding fluoride rinse. “Ten seconds

lowky · **Reply #99 on:** July 29, 2007, 04:03:26 AM

til detonation

Author Topic: One-Word Story (Read 64277 times)

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