Word by Word Story - Volume 42

[First of My Name]

triplets.

Volume 42:
The undeniable truth of unicorns bamboozled most horses, who struggled to dazzle anyone, because awards were Pompadour delayed American Pharaoh Joe. Beastly habits like in Westeros appeared such that munchkins couldn't handle gargantuan hostilities, unlike Greg the Juggler, who handled balls delicately. ‘So,’ said Zarathustra, feigning wisdom, ‘this conundrum perplexed amateur poison professionals. Will the centaur solve mysterious puzzles eventually?’ Kaleidoscopes confused Sauron immensely and Greg couldn't see any reason to quit teasing him about his ineptitude. Astoundingly Sauron inculcated thumb wrestling Skagosi-style as befitting a master of unicorns. The horses reared in fright when Stannis decided screw ‘em I’ll ride anything to dragon-battle. Unfortunately minions wanted owlets for aesthetic and epicurean purposes, while Greg didn’t. The gratuitousness of Sauron’s masturbatory edict engorged by powdered doughnuts which doubled as they cooked really quickly. Greg contemplated the multiverse. He knew that this was pretentious therefore he intensified his quest, because nothing else intrigued him, because unimaginative penguins fascinated no one. Consequently, the owlets couldn’t survive. Greg mourned for five years off and on until he found glitters and confetti. Greg’s breakfast tasted funky, so he pushed the cook into a boiling unicorn farm. Interestingly, no unicorns sprinkled the cook with stardust because unicorns like complicating recipes. Angry birds encounter shadowbabies infrequently and always berate them for being murderers. Once the birds boiled pasta while they smelled like elderberries of yesteryear. Fires fizzled uncertainly because soaps had been thrown haphazardly into new batches of steaming cabbage soup. Regardless of words said and deeds done there was no resolution. Dirty socks rebelled causing foot fungus enough to cover… wait a minute, why would anyone want to use rebelling as an alternative to rules? Maybe salamanders could calm the mind, maybe they could adjust their dosage of peanut butter to improve everything. Daleks came brandishing rulers, measuring leagues upon leagues of ejaculations. Therefore when the horde attacked, Stannis required Davos to moonwalk acroos them. Davos couldn't fathom moonwalking naked, so he kept clothes in Melisandre's conspicuous area. Coincidentally, Tyrion wept assidiously because joy couldn't bother Cersei's karaoke party. "Woooooohoooooooo!" exlaimed Greg, although nothing gave reason for optimism, supposedly. Growing pains forced Sansa to explore unorthodox painkillers called "Xyklafadynsaydran". Addiction lead from steel production to carbon-fiber, but despite Sandor's constant defeat they all colluded at once. After semanticizing, she set herself up with unimpeachable references incapable of being killed by ketchup packets. Meanwhile, Davos forgot his sunglasses and suffered raybaninteruptis, which reduced the coolness-factor by 55.67432%. Eventually Stannis pitifully crawled out from under Mt. Fuji, holding baby triplets.

[yomi]

Shadows

[First of My Name]

End of the story, I'll start 43.

Yomi ninja'd me, so 'gathered'


Volume 42:
The undeniable truth of unicorns bamboozled most horses, who struggled to dazzle anyone, because awards were Pompadour delayed American Pharaoh Joe. Beastly habits like in Westeros appeared such that munchkins couldn't handle gargantuan hostilities, unlike Greg the Juggler, who handled balls delicately. ‘So,’ said Zarathustra, feigning wisdom, ‘this conundrum perplexed amateur poison professionals. Will the centaur solve mysterious puzzles eventually?’ Kaleidoscopes confused Sauron immensely and Greg couldn't see any reason to quit teasing him about his ineptitude. Astoundingly Sauron inculcated thumb wrestling Skagosi-style as befitting a master of unicorns. The horses reared in fright when Stannis decided screw ‘em I’ll ride anything to dragon-battle. Unfortunately minions wanted owlets for aesthetic and epicurean purposes, while Greg didn’t. The gratuitousness of Sauron’s masturbatory edict engorged by powdered doughnuts which doubled as they cooked really quickly. Greg contemplated the multiverse. He knew that this was pretentious therefore he intensified his quest, because nothing else intrigued him, because unimaginative penguins fascinated no one. Consequently, the owlets couldn’t survive. Greg mourned for five years off and on until he found glitters and confetti. Greg’s breakfast tasted funky, so he pushed the cook into a boiling unicorn farm. Interestingly, no unicorns sprinkled the cook with stardust because unicorns like complicating recipes. Angry birds encounter shadowbabies infrequently and always berate them for being murderers. Once the birds boiled pasta while they smelled like elderberries of yesteryear. Fires fizzled uncertainly because soaps had been thrown haphazardly into new batches of steaming cabbage soup. Regardless of words said and deeds done there was no resolution. Dirty socks rebelled causing foot fungus enough to cover… wait a minute, why would anyone want to use rebelling as an alternative to rules? Maybe salamanders could calm the mind, maybe they could adjust their dosage of peanut butter to improve everything. Daleks came brandishing rulers, measuring leagues upon leagues of ejaculations. Therefore when the horde attacked, Stannis required Davos to moonwalk acroos them. Davos couldn't fathom moonwalking naked, so he kept clothes in Melisandre's conspicuous area. Coincidentally, Tyrion wept assidiously because joy couldn't bother Cersei's karaoke party. "Woooooohoooooooo!" exlaimed Greg, although nothing gave reason for optimism, supposedly. Growing pains forced Sansa to explore unorthodox painkillers called "Xyklafadynsaydran". Addiction lead from steel production to carbon-fiber, but despite Sandor's constant defeat they all colluded at once. After semanticizing, she set herself up with unimpeachable references incapable of being killed by ketchup packets. Meanwhile, Davos forgot his sunglasses and suffered minor raybaninteruptis, which reduced the coolness-factor by 55.67432%. Eventually Stannis pitifully crawled out from under Mt. Fuji, holding baby triplets. Shadows gathered.

[First of My Name]

New thread: http://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/topic/134585-word-by-word-story-volume-43/

[yomi]

The problem is that we ninjaed each other... I wanted to finish the last sentence with baby shadows, but you ninjaed me with "triplets". Thus I changed my post to "Melisandre" as the start of the new sentence... I guess I'll change it back to "Shadows", "Shadows gathered." makes a pretty good last sentence. Anyway, Davos suffered only "minor raybaninteruptis", you overlooked Westerosi Batgirl's post (#387).