First of My Name Posted February 28, 2015 Share Posted February 28, 2015 Welcome to the new thread of Word by Word Story. The idea is simple: You post one word, and together with other words it forms a story. Anyone can join in. You can't post twice in a row, and please attempt to use correct grammar and stuff. As cohesive as possible. The stories usually last about 400 words. The first 9 volumes were about Smallrus, the small walrus, and the adventures he had with his friends and enemies. Volumes 10 to 18 focused on Gregling McGreg's rise to and fall from power, and ended when his son Grog swore to kill Lucifer, who was responsible for the collapse of Gregling's empire. Then we had the struggles of Yomi, Darth and Sansa. After that, the struggles of Halfdan, Monseigneur Cockatrice, Princess Mushroom and Queen Errr, which concluded with a huge story featuring them and the dragon Nigel. Now a new tale has begun... though I must admit I'm still not quite sure what it's actually about. Volume 36: All but one was eradicated. He found it when Stannis crashed at, into and below Mordor. His clothing glowed white because Mortimer was resurrecting ancient elven kings named Tiamat, violating Sauron's treaty, and king Whatshisface's horrific pact, allowing nobody to eat hollandaise chicken. This angered Anubis greatly. He hired mutant ninja turtles to assassinate Tiamat. Loki, however, loved Tiamat's martinis, unlike Morpheus. Loki tricked Anubis with sandwiches made by gnomes and flying unicorns from Rivendell. Anubis, flattered by Tiamat's flirting, was willing to battle for every undead pizza slice. So naturally zombies started a restaurant. Its cuisine was delectably Indian. Curry was poisoned with coffee, walrus menstruation signals and ravioli sauce, which was overcooked. Many deadly dishes were served, killing most customers. Bloody undies choked everyone except Bob, who revived Anubis and excitedly brutalized King Whatshisface. "Help, the king vomited chicken." Unsurprisingly, nobody wanted to sleep with Anubis. Furiously scrubbing off every paintball, ruined by his faulty bidet, Loki squashed millions, annihilating despite general Ragnar's pleads to surrender, he made King Whatshisface weep. Morpheus sang Bohemian twerksongs incessantly with style. However, Ramsey Street filled purple flowers with bloody kisses, which became sceptic. Stannis lovingly pushed Dr. Mortimer into Mordor for Sauron, but Tiamat was prophesying that Deadpool would slice off Mortimer's nose but Galadriel prophecised doom for. "I cannot understand Punjabi people, unless they text minister Unbothered," demanded Galadriel. Tiamat hesitated before licking the floor gently. Kittens frolicked rambunctiously with ogres, while Sauron furiously pulled his mace across Tiamat's lap, ripping his britches. Tianat lol'd while Reverend Greyjoy frantically praised Sauron for seducing Gwen with only his orange fingertips. Loki stunned his mother by flashing a fat, large sausage, dangling from his tunic. It will get hot if two sticks are pushed violently against each other. Anubis pretended she lusted over the apples of infertility while Freyja decided there were dragon balls nearby her lover. Guy Sebastian climbed so far above himself that falcons shat on Lancelot's tongue, which caused him to splutter, "Nuptials are overrated!" Finally someone decided who was being the smeller of corpses: Loki. Death became life. Morpheus tried martinis but preferred tea made with rare psychedelic flowers basted with absinthe, opium designed by Sauron. This symbolized the end of rock and roll. Viscount Valentine caressed his thigh while lovingly Stannis grasped Lightbringer by the hilt and thrust it into King Whatshisname's groin. Celebrations began, drinks were gulped, but not known, and poison slipped into flagons Sauron prepared. Something went "Whoosh!" and suddenly Sauron disintegrated. His absence led Morpheus astray. Volume 37: Everywhere, there was joy. Children shat gemstones of liquid. Meanwhile, Sauron's disintegration hurried Prime's monkey painting. Armies of dried laundry wrung over several miles. Walruses clashed over whiskey while wearing denim waistcoats, lined with white radishes. Viscount Valentine made beetroots with disregard for the environment. Trouble emerged from King Whatshiface's groin and consumed his kidneys without leaving antelopes of Westeros Christmas behind. Across deserts, happily pillaging camel-riding vikings conquered everyone's breakfast, dinner and became leviathen. Stannis transformed Viscount Valentine's beetroots, carelessly damning countless pre-cognitive antelopes. Wizards gathered ordinary minions and three-headed dragons to trade sandwiches for nickels. Just before twilight, Viscount Valentine began emailing women cabbages for president Flickerdoodle because critical arousal urged wizards to kiss dolphin noses. Loki befriended Stannis after forcing himself against dreams about gardening gurus from Lake Lucerne. Empress Shuwabadaba despised Tormund's member, but Tormund terrorized Narnia anyway. Whatshisface told Anubis to rub salt gently into everyone's wounds, particularly his aunt Queen Amidala's cheeks. Abrasive love spread exponentially across chicken brothels. Usually, chickens' brothels were replete with plump cocks withholding fun, but unlike Loki they detested chicks. Moving from abhorrently pleasant locales, Lokizia, Loki's maniacal twin sis-bro, crammed puffy decaying blood oranges into Anubis' eye sockets. Anubis wasn't amused so Viscount Valentine pretended to drink poison, so Anubis would be fooled and stop licking everyone's eyelashes. She didn't know that she lusted for chicken, but not Tormund's cock. Tormund was sexually aggrovated and soon decided that he wanted pudding crammed with decomposing gnomes, marinated generously, transforming their hats into sausages. Snakes strangeld puppies until Stannis told Mephistopheles to prevent Viscount Valentine's robbery. Mephistopheles imprisoned Magistrate John and Anubis, but they cannibalized each hippogriff while dancing. Unbeknownst to Mephitopheles, tiny cracks were oozing throughout Stannis' henchmen, who boogied across Crete, in fancy times with flatulent bodies, thumbs, and obsolescent fish. Rabbits harvested during Halloween have reanimated, regurgitated, mutilated and emulsified carrots. Thankfully, gardening soil made growing rutabagas easy. Rutabagas sprouted happiness-flavored tubes shaped like muscadine juice. Food evolved quickly because several scientists implemented protocols increasing mutations. Meanwhile, Anubis scourged the alleyways in search of Viscount Valentine, pleading for merciful punishment. Surprisingly, Whatshisface gave Stannis syphilis deliberately. However, Stannis rubbed Captain Crunch on his wounded armpit. This prevented infection, but nonetheless caused a disturbance to space-time. Wormholes greedily appeared throughout the realm, forcing dwarves into slavery. Many rabbits died horrifically when barbarians started ritually combusting easter pies. Eventually, Michelangelo designed manacles to fart openly. This fogged up many areas unexpectedly. Stannis swore to Quetzalcoatl that the manacles would be sterilized so they'd stop. Volume 37: The Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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