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Trogdor
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posted July 05, 2006 09:32 AM |
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Poll Question:
And now, a story where YOU choose what happens next.
I thought I might make a story. There will also be a poll where the ending can be chosen. You will have a week to choose the ending.
A long time ago, there lived a simple man, covered in peasant clothing and his own blood. The foreign exchange student always stood by him at the bus stop, even when the lightening strikes the town. He still bears a scar of the strike on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow, which is also covered in blood. The Nando's Peri-Peri chips had started to go cold. They had no idea where the bus will take them, especially as the bus arrived at the dawn of noon. The bus door slowly opens, but mulfunctioning terribly like it was almost about to snap of the hinges that held it tightly beforehand. Both guys stepped on and headed towards the back seat, only to be disturbed by a lipstick lesbian couple who were busy engaging in sensual activity. Lucky this man had a roman candle in his jacket pocket, as well as a set of matches. He lit the roman candle by the hair of one of the girls. The girls starting screaming "FIRE FIRE" and ran out the door of the bus. Thje back seat was all theirs, but they didn't realise the bus was heading towards, of all places, the Arctic Circle.
The bus was halfway on it's journey to the Arctic Circle when it heard a clunk. Was it the engine? Was it the chassis? Was it the door that was malfunctioning? As it rurned out, the girls gave chase and shot a few empty bottles of Kahlua into the chassis, but some of the glass shards were stuck in the exhaust. The bus driver went out to have a look but the glass flew back into his eye and it took the driver 50 seconds before he collapsed on the icy floor and slowly died. Nobody was sure if the bus driver was going to Heaven or Hell, but at least two of them will be sent to Hell.
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"Through the power of the dollar you can communicate with the dead." - Artu
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william
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posted July 05, 2006 09:36 AM |
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Edited by william at 09:38, 05 Jul 2006.
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I say the Girls tuirn to canabilism or they all fall asleep and get taken by a psychopath, but mainly the canabilism one.
BTW: Very funny thread
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Trogdor
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posted July 06, 2006 12:18 PM |
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I think we need more of a response from the other members.
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kookastar
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posted November 20, 2006 08:24 PM |
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There are quite a few votes there Troggie 
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Trogdor
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posted November 22, 2006 08:00 AM |
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The last response is having a steady lead so I'll use that ending, when I'm bothered to write it.
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Trogdor
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posted November 23, 2006 06:48 AM |
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I actually made the next part last night so here it is.
And thus they were kidnapped. What was the psychopath’s purpose? Was there murder on his mind? Were we just pawns in a game? I tried looking for exits so that we could leave his premises but they were welded shut when we were awakened with the air horn, the only one in the house and the wretch wouldn’t let go of it. He would use it when any of us asked for forgiveness or for an exit. Or both. Our only hope was through our mobile phones, but they were out of range, even for text messaging. It was only then I heard a voice outside the windows, which were covered in the thickest of ice and snow. It was the sounds of police sirens. The psychopath had fled the scene, but a small fire had broken out, which would soon lead to a bigger fire, a much bigger fire to be exact. The fire trucks were minuted early after finishing another fire. The fire has now been put out, but we’re still trapped inside.
We made it out. Just. It took us forever to recover from the trauma, but after the recovery we went back to that burnt-down house to find any destroyed artefacts, but they too had dilapidated rapidly, as was the price of this hellhole, which wasn’t much to begin with in the first place. We searched around for transport to take us back home but the roads were closed and we were stuck. What were we to do? Mind you, we didn’t know anyone who knew anyone with a helicopter or other kind of air transport. We also had stuff all for food and drink and all we were left to do was to wander around aimlessly through the snow-covered land and find somewhere to go find a way home.
Members of this very forum, here’s where your input is much needed. Try and think of an unlikely location where the people in the story may end up. I don’t want the same old places seen in stories before. I want something original. The most original idea for the next setting will be used in the next part of the story.
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"Through the power of the dollar you can communicate with the dead." - Artu
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kookastar
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posted June 23, 2007 12:24 PM |
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bump
still thinking....
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