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Word by Word Story - Volume 43


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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.

Previously:

Volume 41:
Screams of amusement broke the sound barrier at Harrenhal, bringing jet planes from Luxembourg delivering exploding piranhas down prematurely. In Terry's paranoid mind, pocket monster escaped from and buttered bakery pies. This leads Terry to annihilation of every usurper that usurps Stannis' tenderloins. Without sauce, Stannis refused cuddling and tattooing. Medical marijuana was added to the menu of all training days breakfasts and improvements of the Night's Watch. Unusual things started twerking at midnight during anal probing. Proctologist's tubes started leaking roses, which perplexed Stannis, and thwarted Selyse. Following closely, gaseous clouds stalked Terry because he failed to view pornographic nuclear waste disposal factory workers. Burning books fueled her voodoo magic, which made rattlesnakes politely give directions undulating to the secret passage into Mordor. Meanwhile, the skies opened and something prehistoric rained down upon the temples of starfish. Back at Harrenhal, causing the piranhas unspeakable laughter, were smelly perfumes of direwolf origin. Each of the denizens posited reasons that baffled thoughtful maesters' gyrations, why do you ask? Terry's dementia medication was forgotten, leading him unfortunately to equivocate about the options available. Stealing artifacts of minor worth thrilled fans, while shocking the pope, who vowed sincerely, aggresively, and empathically that Nigel the Dragon would be willing to serve as his protégé. Unfortunately, the dragon was bored and refused the pope's gift of absolution for seducing unicorns of the last epoch. Reckless, stupid idiots surrounded the chasm of the innocent Octavian, while Nigel sweated bullets. He equidistantly, equivocarically and equipollently pole-vaulted over Samuel Tarley, causing ball-shriveling and other unpleasant side effects for genitalia. Crushed by gravity, in painfully obscure references, to radically repelled rapiers, radishes crushed and pureed and also sautéed. Then, while cosmic explosions exploded, plausibly explained by rattlesnake with precognition, explosions by turtles eradicated unknown horrors of the obvious damage only turtles could impose. Fluffiness killed cutely made panda bears. Meantime, Stannis ordered Melisandre to iron his enemies mercilessly. 'The pandas?' revolted because gremlins refused payment for decapitating goldfish and suplexing sad unicorn colonies. Hibernating inside doubloons was Shitmouth's only curse upon chihuahuas. The zombies finally genuflected honestly, admitting soufflés hypnotized orang-utans with their delicious twinkles, deliciously pirouetting amidst venomous hedgehogs. Suddenly, without warning the seductive strains of Mozart's 5th concerto invaded every corner of Uranus. Madness referendum ensued while Woody the Woodpecker underwent total vasectomy, unfortunately resulting in painful blisters. Tsunamis raged like drugged monkeys dancing naked while chanting "unicorn, unicorn..." Unicorns copyrighted photos. Illegally obtained torrentine flowed without regard for environmental regulations and lemongate. Very shiny silver shined like moonbeams on ecstacy, rejoicing sassy burns lemoncake, because inability to break wind hobbled massive gas eruptions from the equator. The equatorians soiled Stannis' moist potatoes, sending gravy joyfully cascading down upon the smallfolk. Not surprisingly, chaos ensued.

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 Ill ride anything to dragon-battle. Unfortunately minions wanted owlets for aesthetic and epicurean purposes, while Greg didnt. The gratuitousness of Saurons 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 couldnt survive. Greg mourned for five years off and on until he found glitters and confetti. Gregs 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.

Volume 43:
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