Here is an interesting game I devised quite a while ago. I will post a story with huge portions missing. For example: Once upon a time, John was shopping for... and he turned around to see... this is quite the predicament," he said... never to return again. THE END. The next poster must then post the story with all the missing sections filled in. Example: Once upon a time, John was shopping for baseball gloves. He tried a particularly expensive one on when he heard a sinister voice yell, "Think fast!" and he turned around to see something flying at his head. Instinctively, he raised his hand to catch it. Upon catching it, he realized 2 things: #1, he had caught it with the hand without the glove on it, and #2, it was a burning lump of coal. Yelping in pain, he tossed the the coal into the gloved hand. This hand was protected and didn't burn, but the glove did. The manager ran to the scene. "What is the meaning of this?" he yelled, "You'd better be prepared to pay for that!" he continued as he pointed at the charred glove, still holding the lump of coal which had cooled slightly by now. "B-but someone threw this at me!" he pleaded. "Makes no difference, now pay up!" "HEY!" yelled a quickly approaching woman, "I saw you throw that at him!" the manager suddenly froze. "Umm... Well... This is quite the predicament." he said, "You see, uh, business has been kind of slow lately so-" "Enough!" screamed John, "This is the last time you use a cartoonish and overly convoluted scheme to make more money! I'll see you in court!" and with that, he walked out the door, never to return again. THE END Alright maybe that was a bit of a long example, but at least you get the idea. That poster then posts his own incomplete story fragments to be filled by the next poster, and so on. Most stories will probably be shorter than the example, but really they can be any length (within reason) also, don't feel constrained to any one genre. Even if the fragmented story looks like its leaning in the direction of one genre, if you want, you can do the unexpected and make it another. As for the amount of fragments, I'd recommend you keep the amount between 3 and 6. Those are more guidelines than rules, though, so you don't have to go by them. Alright, first one: Jones was the craziest man in... dropped a vase... but he'd escaped them yet again, perhaps for good this time. THE END
Jones was the craziest man in fifty years to escape Shady Acres Maximum-Security Mental Asylum, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. The world had to be warned. The souls of the Star Destroyers had been unleashed upon the world all those years ago, the day he accidentally dropped a vase onto a pregnant mouse. "Oh, if only I hadn't dropped the vase on that pregnant mouse!" Jones exclaimed loudly as he browsed the dairy goods at the petrol station. Several other customers seemed to be trying hard not to look at him, but that was fine. He just needed to find the perfect bait to catch the mice who harboured the souls of the Star Destroyers who had escaped the vase, then he would go back into hiding. The investigators would come, the shady men from Shady Acres, but he was beyond their reach. He'd escaped them yet again, perhaps for good this time. Now... Camembert? Next Story McCain was the finest officer in all of... no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't beat the... mysterious dripping sound... were never seen again. THE END
McCain was the finest officer in all of... no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't beat the... mysterious dripping sound... were never seen again. THE McCain was the finest officer in all of city. As Vice President of the Teen Cooking Students of America Club McCain Shoosterwaffle invited real chefs to teach fellow students the ropes after school every third Thursday. Today's lesson concerned egg whites. All 18 students were taught how to incorporate air into the yolk-free goo, but they were struggling. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't beat the whites into the desired frothy mixture. While some students gave half-hearted attempts, Jason took his whisk and whipped and whipped. The other students heard a mysterious dripping sound and turned to see Jason's face flushed and his bulging biceps attacking the task with such ferver that the mixture was sloshing over the top of the bowl in large drips onto the floor. Once Jason saw all the others looking at him he got so embarrased (his egg whites were still at the goo stage), he dashed from the classroom with his whisk, bowl and team apron and they were never seen again at the Thursday Club meetings. THE END My story w. missing parts: She never once . . . . all of them except the pencil sharpener . . . . but once they found the mongoose . . . . forty-one. THE END
She never once understood why her mother had chosen to name her and her sisters after common stationary items. All her life, introducing herself as "Pencil Jones" had been an unending source of shame. Her sisters all had trouble with it too. All of them, that is, except the Pencil Sharpener. Sharpener chose to spend her time cutting Pencil down every chance she got, her cruelty as sharp as the blade of her namesake. All day long, as the Jones sisters wandered their mother's estate, bored out of their minds but unwilling to leave and face the ridicule of the townsfolk, Sharpener searched for new ways to taunt, tease and terrorize her younger sister Pencil. Sharpener's favourite trick was to scare Pencil with a snake, hidden carefully somewhere Pencil was bound to find it - her chest of drawers, her linen, even inside her boots Pencil was deathly afraid of snakes, and for this reason Sharpener had a pet snake she'd kept hidden in her room for years, frightening Pencil at every opportunity. What Sharpener should have realised was that a blade used too often can become dull. And that a pencil sharpened too much can become sharp enough to cut. One night, as Pencil and her other sisters were sitting down for dinner, Sharpener was looking for a new place to hide her beloved snake. She looked over at the chest of drawers. No, done that. She looked at the bedsheets. No, done that too. Them she looked to the cupboard with a smile. She could hide her snake in Pencil's nightgown! That would give her the scare of a lifetime. She pulled open the cupboard door, and then the mongoose attacked. As the sounds of screaming, hissing, snarling and bumping echoed down the stairs, and all the women of the Jones family ooked up in shock, Pencil smiled a secret little smile of her own. Moments later a mongoose sped down the stairs with a snake trailing out of its mouth, followed by the scratched and screaming Pencil Sharpener. By the time they found the mongoose, hiding in the basement, the snake had been chewed into forty-one pieces. Who would have thought it would be so difficult to get a mongoose and a pencil sharpener into the same story? Ok, next one: Lucas liked to call himself a gambling man... Rich, famous and an idiot... Nothing could stop them now.
this is too sane Lucas liked to call himself a gambling manwhile others called him less kind names like moron, loser, no-hoper and other things that are not considered polite in respected company. Lucas had three mates who supported him, Rich, famous and an idiot they found trying to suck the the chocolate out of a barley sugar (someone had obviously given him the idea) Rich, short for Richard was the manager of the poke machines at City Star casino and Famous - a french mathematician was busy rigging decks for tomorrow night. Those fools that claimed he was addicted will soon learn that gambling pays off... Nothing could stop them now. except maybe their mothers Kermit T. Frog sat in front of the TV and sighed as another Re-run of the muppets came on...the french man was getting closer with his fork..."yeah! well your mum is fat AND old" ... they sat and ate their meal in peace.
"Give it up, Stewart! You can't make a video game." "No, you're wrong. Watch this." The computer screen went dark for a moment and then flickered until there was Stewart's new masterpiece: Kermit T. Frog sat in front of the TV and sighed as another re-run of the muppets came onto a tiny television in the background on the right side of the screen. "Look at that," exclaimed Stewart, "an image inside my main image! And watch this next part." The view focused on the open window and zoomed in to show the Eiffel Tower and then zoomed in further to show a man in the restaurant at the top and still zoomed still further; the french man was getting closer with his fork. Kermit looked out the window and turned to the screen and opened his mouth but no words came out. "Yeah, I need to add the sound later, but isn't that pretty cool for my first video game?" "I think it kinda sucks." "Oh yeah! well your mum is fat AND old" The two brothers started at each other realizing Stewarts rebuff was pretty lame and they sat and ate their meal in peace. THE END The dog never could talk before . . . pinecone . . . webbed feet . . . "okay, you put yours there first." THE END.
