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Post by Honeyman on Nov 25, 2014 21:29:06 GMT -5
Basically we each contribute a sentence or two to the story in order. I'll start.
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Greg was walking to the mall, looking to buy himself a fish.
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Post by Viempth on Nov 25, 2014 22:52:57 GMT -5
He was searching for a betta, to own one was his wish.
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Post by Commander Tumbles on Nov 26, 2014 1:25:21 GMT -5
In truth he'd never owned, a little pet as such;
He'd hoped to make a friend, and hoped it wasn't kitsch.
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Post by Honeyman on Nov 26, 2014 1:34:17 GMT -5
As he walked into the mall, he felt something under his foot squish.
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Post by Viempth on Nov 28, 2014 20:15:04 GMT -5
When he looked down, he saw he'd stepped in vomit
"That doesn't rhyme with squish at all!" he said. "What the shit?"
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Post by Commander Tumbles on Nov 29, 2014 23:19:51 GMT -5
The rhyme, it seemed, had lost its meter, a horror once untold
For with it gone, it was not long, woke an evil deep and old.
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Post by Honeyman on Dec 1, 2014 1:47:47 GMT -5
The earth began to quake and rumble.
Every building started to fall and crumble.
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Post by nightclaw on Dec 1, 2014 5:51:06 GMT -5
Afraid now, of this natural coup d'état
he suddenly saw betta, in the arms of his favorite abbot.
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Post by Viempth on Dec 7, 2014 23:32:07 GMT -5
Give me the fish, I don't give a damn
whether you bought it for yourself- hand it over clergyman!
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