[Game] Round-Table Storytelling

by **Fari** on October 22nd, 2014, 4:48 am

Alright this forum game is very easy. We're going to tell a story one sentence at a time. You cannot alter the sentence prior to yours and are not allowed more than one sentence a post.

I shall start:

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.

by **Akua** on October 22nd, 2014, 4:50 am

Bijou wrote:

Alright this forum game is very easy. We're going to tell a story one sentence at a time. You cannot alter the sentence prior to yours and are not allowed more than one sentence a post.

I shall start:

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.

But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.

by **Traverse** on October 22nd, 2014, 4:50 am

These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was faced with a challenging decision, as he was today.

by **Ricky Maze** on October 22nd, 2014, 4:51 am

As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.

by **Fari** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:07 am

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.
These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.
As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.

He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cesspit before him.

by **Akua** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:08 am

Bijou wrote:

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.
These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.
As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.

He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cesspit before him.

That was filled with baby doll with their eyes gouged out.

by **Aider Silander** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:19 am

Akua wrote:
Bijou wrote:

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.
These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.
As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.

He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cesspit before him.

That was filled with baby doll with their eyes gouged out.

They had jelly oozing out of the holes where their eyes had been.

by **Aoren** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:21 am

Akua wrote:

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.

These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.

As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.

He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cesspit before him.

That was filled with baby doll with their eyes gouged out.

They had jelly oozing out of the holes where their eyes had been.

Then suddenly a porcupine stabbed him in the foot!

by **Evalin** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:22 am

And just as this happened a white rabbit rounded the corner, grandfather clock on his back mumbling "I'm early, I'm so early..." before scampering off into the bushes.

by **Fari** on October 22nd, 2014, 5:24 am

In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.
These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.
As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.
He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cespit before him.
That was filled with baby doll with their eyes gouged out.
They had jelly oozing out of the holes where their eyes had been.
Then suddenly a porcupine stabbed him in the foot!
And just as this happened a white rabbit rounded the corner, grandfather clock on his back mumbling "I'm early, I'm so early..." before scampering off into the bushes.

He ran from the pit, porcupine, and rabbit to his mother, grasping the Konti’s thighs, he cried out in pain.