I started one of these at an anarchist board I belong to and had so much fun. In fact one of my friends still uses a sentence he wrote in that story board two years since then. The rules: I'm an anarchist (and they were too) so anything went there except 1) The post had to be only one sentence. Extreme run one sentences were punished by whips from a wet noodle. 2) A member could not post a post after themselves. (See wet noodle above) Here there are rules so I must add: 3) Nothing may be posted that would violate the rules already established by the owner/moderators.
Wolfie took down the Hershey's Chocolate Syrup, briefly wondering if it was only chocolate that was sticky on the container.
But when Wolfie tried to put it on the table, he found that--much to his dismay--the container was stuck to his hand. Trying to make the best out of the situation, he opened it with his teeth, but instead of delicious chocolate syrup he found an ACTIVE BOMB A MINUTE AWAY FROM BLOWING UP!
Luckily, Wolfie had the community college extension course in deactivation bombs with toes, unfortunately there was an unknown intergalactic toenail fungus spore on the cap.
And because of the syrup's stickiness, and because he had no friends at all, he spent three days and nights flat on his back on the kitchen floor, watching how the intergalactic toenail fungus spore consumed his body. During this time he wondered why he didn't felt the necessity to go to the bathroom, "May it be that I am fictional?" he wooed out loud, for everyone knows that fictional characters don't go to the bathroom.
"Hurray, I'm not fictional!" Wolfie shouted in triumph, completely ignoring the massive current of blood that was trickling from his ear. However, his relief was short-lived, for in that very moment he was attacked by a radioactive instect-rat-thing. The insect-rat-thing fed on his blood, and then duplicated through asexual means. Soon, hundreds of the hideous irradiated monsters were banqueting on his body, and with every passing second, they became more and more...
........tame and fuzzy until it looked like Wolfie had been transported into Heinlein's book The Rolling Stones.
Sadly this wasn't the case as Wolfie soon began playing guitar like one of the musical Rolling Stones...it really was quite a visual...
............Mick Jagger strolls in wearing nothing but a coating of green jelly, asking to borrow a belt sander..........
................Drunken Karaoke to I Touch Myself. Then out of nowhere a Kodiak Bear wearing a pink tutu and roller skates holding a picture of Michael Jackson moonwalked into the room.......
...Wolfie knew the Bear, named "Klover", wanted the Billy Bass for his own, so he quickly grabbed the mic and jumped on the bar before Klover could do his disco skate show and win with his...
reenactment of what had happened to that guy who filmed grizzlies, in a voice that would fit in best in bar called the Ram Rod, Klover said....
..."Humans will never be a part of the animal world... soft roarrrrr...now hand over that Big Mouth Billy Bass". Wolfie was quick thinking and pull a tranquilizer gun out of his...
....stuffed elk head, and said "I will not allow you will to help it spawn again this year, last time I got it back it..........."
...it was singing Born Free and some random song by John Denver, this is just not macho." About that time Billy Bass broke loose with a...
Heartfelt rendition of I Wouldn't Have Missed it for the World, at which point the music police stormed into the room and blew his head off, meanwhile.....
...Klover took control of the situation by twirling in his tutu and singing a Barry Manilow tune while the police stopped and grabbed their...
......chests over their hearts and joined in, it wasn't long until their utility belts were entwined on the floor and they...........
...did a "strip search" on each other while looking for the Billy Bass when the music had stopped. Too bad they didn't see Wolfie sneek the thing in his guitar case just before the gang...
