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Re: [GAME] 4 Word Story

Post by LMan » 15/12/2004 - 10:48

Hijacking the first post of this thread, which was originally started by Tas in 2004, to bring you the complete story so far. And boy, what an inconsistent mess it is!! :hysterical:
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4 Word Story


It was a wet rainy day in autumn. Summer is over, finally. She came out of her house, grasping firmly an unstable nuclear device, which promptly exploaded when she tripped over a strange yet somehow exciting big, rough, rubber dildo.

A new story unfolds?! Not yet! Fortunately she stays pretty well dead. But is resurected as a great, slimey, purple toad from outer mongolia; pulls out his wand and turns the toad back into a broad.

Meanwhile, in sothern France Napoleon XIV manages to escape from the Sct Helena island. He just made a big mistake since Sct. Helena. He lost his pants. Without pants, it is really fun to grab the latest edition of "How I Lost My manhood to a bikerboy", and burst with laughter.

His little heart couldn't take it, so Michael Ellis thought "Vosla can't count, but he looks pretty." Vosla calls a spell. "Grrmmllhhhppf", he thought, wondering if magic would help... too late! He got the crabs! Shit! Headcrabs! No shampoo could shift, but a crowbar helps clear the blighters away all in one day. Feeling completely fine again, but then it happened... what never should happen: George Bush got reelected. And that's why I am afraid of americans who can't tell a monkey's ass from a... but in the end everyone rejoyced, because it was an opportunity to drop their trousers and again it's quite fun to laugh openly at Rod Stewart, and his band, during a soundcheck, while searching their backtape for the band "Boyzone".

Meanwhile in southern Australia: Kangaroo's were watching porn, and Crocodile Dundee was jacking off behind them, which was witnessed by the beyonder, who as far as he knew was a photographer from Japan. He delighted especially when he found out that it was a rumble in the jungle with plenty of sweet-looking Killer Zombies from Mars that bought metal shirts. Powerful magnets were prohibited. Not because of their Extraterestrial civilizations taste of Technicolored Dream Coats with leather chaps, but because of their bad behaviour everybody died gruesome deaths.

Crash ahhhrgh bang boom ah! The plumber comes in and ruins my furniture with his long and suprisingly rather hairy forearms. "Sorry!", he said... as he wiped away the sweat from his shiny forehead, and then with furious anger exclaimed his work done but he had still forgotten what to do when the evening came, and he shat his pants. The smell was so nice and fresh, a passing bird was killed and smacked right into a near by tree. Nobody seemed to notice, but how could they, as nobody was around but everyone tried to eat the giant marmaset.

"What the heck!", said Bush the giant kangaroo and hopped away into a walkers crisp packet, not aware of a small yet deadly pretzel. That smelled like fish and onions, boiled in a rather incoherent story that was invented by russian pigmy warrior trolls, who looked strikingly similar to Bush's family dog, who's a friend of Kerry's family dog.

When does this madness stop? "Never!", said the little Hobbit, who appeared behind an ickle tiny daisy person of the year, which gets a award for being the funniest four word story writer. After the invention of the home computer, which went bonkers on speed, the world welcomed the drastic measures imposed by the karma sutra squad - they were renowned for Calm and Sultana's, plus a rapid bowel movement which quite pissed off the Queen's favourite corgi, which had lost its pants in the forbidden deathstar of the empire while duelling with Darth Vader, whos helmet exploded in a fluff of green Marcel inflicted cloud.

None of all this really happened, it was just a bad joke. A casual remark that that grew and grew and grew and grew and grew, grew, grew becoming really really boring. Meanwhile at the telco nothing helped to make the flatulence go away, not even the dynamite. Though it did sting a little in the ass, the sting was not the leadsinger of the surrounding police squad.

"Hey", the crowd shouted joyfully as a big round fat pagan preistess began to undress for sacrificing goats and earwigs. "What a show!", thought the goats and earwigs starting to undress themselves. In another place, Manowar jellyfish grooved to eurocheese. The cheese was edam, which is the favorite of many cultured eels, whose love of cheese made them unbearably flatulent. So around them, it caused havoc when it blew a hole in the fabric of reality.

Thus ended the story of the poor little four word story thread. Its passing was quick, but true fully deserved. Then suddenly jimmy crankey was actually a girl with big boobs, and a schoolboy uniform fetish! Oh boy oh boy, suddenly a woman of the kind who you ignore even when drunk: it was Maggie Thatcher wearing a distressed badger, toting a gun around locked loaded and shooting but missing everything in a typically british style.

Nevertheless, her efforts are well warranted and spankalicous with plenty of bouncebackability and Ian Holloway clichés. Unwritten on his napkin was a strange message, sent subliminally by hungarians to invade germany with what was to be the greatest banana ever eaten in one piece. Abruptly the sound ceased.. though the constipation started BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Suddenly Galactus entered a sheep, and was heard in 4 kingdoms asking for instant tea and frozen rice cakes. Which tasted like something the wife had cooked with a finger up the nuns, never regions and a foot in the popes fudge sundae. The Pope was furious! There was no flake?!?! Except for the bishop who was bashing away at the baked eggs. "This is all completely unconfirmed gossip without a shred of pork sausage! Neither does it have a chance to win a strippers left leg, not the right leg, and especially not the middle wicket or the *BEEP!* and the *BEEP!*" As the police car patrols the general vicinity, only to find that Keyser Soze was missing. Meanwhile, not far away, a 4wordstory lacks coherence.

4wordstory is one word! And also four words, with no limit on syllables and letters. Yes, but does it matter? "No! Just a game!" And i never lose the ability to dribble over pictures of great splender, and well designed renaissance castles with more towers than windows. The interior is well worth a shout & reply from the famous decorator Rolf Harris and his amazing telescopic didgeridoo, which sounded fabulous there. With all european countries trying to replicate such castles, they turned out badly lit and without any reason not to believe that god was gay just like our skitz. "you can't say that!" but I did anyway, and all was well till Skitz found out what happened in here. He detected a fragrance of discord in our ever expanding talking trousers: "were they baggy trousers?" They contained some madness canned with tuna trunks and hovercrafts with eels slip sliding away to a galaxy, far, far closer to home than you might have expected.

The badgers are unhappy with the story's progress because the owls appear. They layed an egg and it was rotten and full of shnapps, but the smell was wonderful, WONDERFUL I say with a mouth full of some movie star. "How queer", said zebedee picking the hairs out a giant cheese buttock laid by Margaret Thatcher. The labour party was losing the general election because of this. Additionally where is my moose? Maybe it went into some tasty moose burgers made by swedish chef using just salt and a squeeze of lemming. The secret ingredient was a well used pair of sliced and diced old farmer mouldy bollocks. Yummy! exclaimed the giraffe, while banging a small Enrique Englasias into blancmange, and doing a blowjob on his little finger, which was very nice.

Enrique screamed with delight! Anna was there too, her eyes were bulging and popped out their krrssshhhh - we interrupt this transmittion to say - SPOONS! "Spoil sports!" thought the audience. "We want more CRAP! And lots more boobs for that matter, so lots of girls too. Girls who don't steal the remote control while my favourite porn star is doing the laundry".

So finally it turned into a sleazy shag behind the dryers. After cleaning the mess, she got out her purse and gave back the rotten tomato she had taken from the passing bicycle salesman, who was her ex husband. "Lawks!" said her ex "That's *my* tomatoe!". He slapped her and pulled out his BFG9000 from under his pinky skirt and then... the world went green in a rampage. Not ever before every single of those delicious rotten tomatos was reduced to a lump of sticky bogy porridge. With that over, the dream was over. Work of many tomatoe farmers contains lots of tomatoes. A novel insight that only vegetables could understand, but normal people do not even attempt to.

Fruits by the way give you the shits if eaten en masse, but healthy looking poop. Vegetables are more nasty regarding digestive processes, they tend to produce even of the stuff you'd wish you wouldn't know, but witness every day having your fist stuck in your drawer, because it was open. Not that it would hurt, but the risk of eating a bowl of fruits does not harm, even you fart like a steamtrain on acid. Again, vegetables are my personal fetish. Everytime I shove a crude chiccory, I start thinking about Paris. That night, when I had a flashback by this rotten tomato who was being saucy. No that's not true, it was a tromblone blowing its own trumpet to the horns of jericho, knocking down walls.

Honorabili was back again, introducing a reign of Terror and mass chaos back to raise hackles in his quest for The Mighty Stick of Joy. But without SID2MIDI, remix64 would be some "H"-free zone, so he asked LMan, if he could upload the same tiny little application that made him King of Remxing, yet somehow it showed him nude while dancing on a table in amsterdam, covered in goo of squeezed toads. This wasn't quite what he intended, but everyone was puking like hell because on his forehead was a big pimple that would make a nun go all wibbly if opened with force by Luke Skywalker. Meanwhile somebody managed to cover LMan's private parts with with a "KISS"-Record, and vegemite paste, and enchilata's, and Madonna sex wee AGAIN...

It's so hard to write something like a four word story that makes some sense, although having sex may cause hamsters to faint, so don't do this in front of some poor little furry rodents who Jeff Minter would take as foster children. The Rodent Independence Movement will be reborn as the Radical Rodent Rioters and overthrow the government with new rodent specific cheese flavoured weaponry, that fires bullets made of cheddar in chili sauce. Unfortunately, they encountered cats who liked hot sauces. So the cats started to eat the hottest rodents first... with sauce. Dieter, one of the Radical Rodent Rioters, tried dieting, so he could get very very thin, even thinner than a pencil but was unable to resist eating roasted ants.

ANTS??? Cats don't eat ants, Gerald! GERALD! GERALD! Come over here! Don't you know that your father already got the au pair with the big boobies, really it was a sight for sore nipple clamps especially when she used that really really huge knife on the unsuspecting mullet of Pat Sharp. He lost an ear like Van Gogh did, but it didn't matter cause he was deaf anyway. The bloodloss however was so immense that his mullet escaped unhindered, vanished without a trace in a puddle of peas pudding and blancmange so sweet. He chose pea pudding, cos it tastes so sweet without Assugrin(TM) as topping.

Meanwhile The Planet, by TBB was a high flier SID choon, which has been sold more than Paris Hilton's porn movie, but was better received than Daniel Küblböck's last live concert on tv, before the final curtain fell onto his tiny brain. Without his brain, he could be a good c64 remixer just like our Honorabili, but - thank god - he was even worse. After all, this was fun for everyone involved, because this game is well done, and out of memory is not an ugly bowl of fuck. The world bowl of fuck was the prize for all shite in the whole, damn, stinking world but it was impossible to beat the Golden Globe of poo won by the amazing "Supercow" for his extraordinary performance during a fake message board personality appearance. Subsequently he was banned for good, just as he was beginning to unveil his tiny sore on his big hairy toothbrush. It was made of Hairy Lee's chesthair, a delicacy in china and Thailand. Not that it mattered that much to the rodents, but it resembled their fur that they kissed and this somewhat annoyed them.

Afterall it was just a little crash. She woke up at night only to realize that she was a man. "Who am I anyway?" asked then Dj Skitz, rubbing his hairy little rodent, who in return took a bite out of Skitz' bum. OUCH! "Thou endest thy story!", said Skitz and killed the hapless little victim. "Hmm. This would make great surrogate for sushi! To the kitchen!" He began stuffing his stomach, but one rodent wasn't enough for the bottomless hooter around the corner.

So it was followed by a big boom which flattened the whole of subzero's tiny head, wich already fell in the deathstar's giant trash. "Hurrah" said Darth Vader and hacked off his stinky middle leg. "That's useless to me anyway!" cried Luke, as he kicked the "leg" over to Leia, who squealed like a screwed pantile. Chewbacca took it from her cleavage, and groaned as he played with his heavy metal band. Afterwards Britney Spears entered Lord Vader's special T.I.E.-Fighter, where he had his secret dildo collection hidden behind his lightsabre collection. Confused, Britney accidentally activated a lightdildo model, which automatically gilded their butts. "Beat this, Christina!" thought Britney, and cleaved her golden ass, just to show that she was starring the movie "Goldenass". "James will dig this!" Mrs. Hetfield said, wiping Britney's sex wee avalanche from earth's face so nobody could slip and fall.

*Curtains, Applause!* New play. This time something decent. "FUCK!", the dickhead yelled, cheated of his favorite story about the "Little Red Riding Hood". A cross dressing wolf came by, and unleashed his teeth, accompanied by the rodents without fur hungry for vengeance. With a swift, quick snap, they bit through the damnedly good gingerbread house. The witch, feeling exposed, showed her middle finger while chewing on Hänsel's pretzel he just bought from Gretel's stoned dealer, who took her virginity. Along came the big cream of the earth, composed by the magnificent Great Green Arkleseizure, who was formerly known as Jimmy Sommerville clone in Vegas.

This story is starting to get very surreal. Where is the.. consistency? I say we tentacled alien mansion visitor are missing an "s". Yoiks! A hatstand rebellion by furry rodents. What an obnoxious preposterous idea. The stupid cretinous morons, who graduated at Harvard, didn't add substance to what we now know about life, the universe. Nevertheless, their groundbreaking theory unified metaphysics with hairdressing. Crossdressing Exoskeleton, recently seen bothering badgers in a wide, open field of real skeletons brushing their teeth with Didi Seven. A bright smile is always the right choice when faced with toothpaste, unless your teeth don't hold the pressure of sandblasters.

A sandblaster can sandblast your sanded ass. Leaving nothing but shreds. All is not lost, there is still hope, but the empire strikes back with Vader being a very annoying git. So they sandblasted him with furry rodents' diarrhoea. His helmet began vibrating and flew open, revealing a gigantic bog. The Haitch Bee Beer Monster threw up all over the place, covering Vader. Vader, oh Vader, how are you going to clean up this mess with only one tootbrush? Look at your cloak, don't think that I can bleech it, but at least it smells better than donkey poop. So the rodents ate up what was left, quite happy with it. But then they threw up. A messy display of utter disrespect of cloaks, the rodents need something they can really use to cover up an embarrassing bald patch on their little bellies. You must know, their stepfathers were involved into a genetical enhancement programme, which turned out quite disastrous, in light of general cognitive development studies that said absolutely nothing. But surely they didn't, I mean they wouldn't - presumed they couldn't, or I am completely confused but so would you if you would not understand the nuances of the finer arts of genetics. Whatever. The rodents wrote to their MP complaining about the bad times ahead. The genetic researchers could no longer stand the awful smell of those rodent cages. Unusual for politicians, the Vosla forum stampede didn't take place (think of Vosla as the Jumanji rhino tramping all over the forum).

Time and again, we've been so excited about TacT amplifiers, that some infedels refused to use, instead of some woofers and tweeters and stuff. Gilded plugs and pure platinum cabling, cryogenically treated of course, are essential for a thorough colon cleaning under the scrutinising supervision of Doogie Howser MD, who is related to Cole Porter through a bizarre accident involving a catholic priest named Father Ralph. Ralph's nose was just completely and utterly irrelevant. Contrary to Reindeer Rudoph's. Like a red beacon, it emits dangerous radiation similar to Chernobyl's reactor.

Speaking of Chernobyl, who the fuck always spelled Cher knob all fallout? Cher needed more surgery, which reminds me of Michael Jacksons loose nose and again Ralph's nose. But before we nosedive take a noseride on the famous world's biggest pyramid shaped object. Put felching on your list to enjoy brown-nosing every second tuesday, while posing for a big motor-magazine in latex clothes. Obviously, this is not for children under the age, but who really cares when you're too old to enjoy the silence, you can't hear anyway. Even Slipknot may not know that Elvis is in an unhealthy condition to make public appearances, because he's farting like hell in his coffin made of genuine german oak, made by the myrmidons of the evil master of Wizardry, Sauron the little rodent.

His army of even smaller centipedes keeps crawling all the way up your house, to the rooftop. There, they praise the Great Arcleseizure, who created the inflatable toilet seat. Which hurt when he tried to take a newspaper out of his Notepad, and it was usually placed neatly in the corner of the cat's loo where it was crawling out of a pile of shit, that almost turned it into a radioactive monster (similar to godzilla), but it failed reality check.

Later that day, the postman delivered a parcel that started ticking. Rapidly shaking it, he found that it might be a great big... clock that was way old, and falling to bits. And maybe it was also haunted, but it wasn't his property, so he was forced to deliver it to the right address. A rodent came along. It repaired the clock. The new owner got the biggest arse grapes which bugged him eternally, when he had to pay for the repair. He decided to collect protection money from the rodents in the hood. At first, it all made kind of sense, the rodents were vamipires and the cats felines, reeking of stale Whiskas.

An alien ship landed and visitors with green blood shoutet "ME MARS-MAN!". They demanded ice cream and said "Follow me to our humble leader", then ate his brains with cream and strawberries. Wimbledon is coming soon, so the marsmen went and got tennis lessons from Bjoern Borg, who lost his balls when a monster leapt out and escaped with them. He chased the monsters with tennisrackets high, and threw it at monsters, but missed by miles. But shit happens, so he asked John McEnroe to heal his toe that was big as DHS's tiny little erected index finger. McEnroe thought: "What the heck, dude? After all, it's just a harmless flesh wound! Apply a soft warm patch of herbs and wait for the recovery." Bjorn replied: "Thanks for helping me out here!" He took his racket, strolled back on the court and smashed a ball into the blue movie stars, who looked were bawling very loudly, but nobody cared.

So after eleven years, this poor bastard still stands, but he falls into severe depression about his story not being continued. "I don't wanna die!", he screamed with fear. When he saw a man, slowly clapping applause. With a giant mustache, named Luis de Kickassio. "That's a stuipd name!" "Not for the man!" a buystander chimed in. "He is a savior to us. Saint Kickassio, revivor of dead threads, avenger of the downvoted, and lord protector of his own virginity. Our prayers were heard, so he kicked some asses."
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[GAME] 4 Word Story

Post by tas » 15/12/2004 - 10:48

This was done on a forum i use alot, and it turned out to have some hillarious quotes, so i thought heck.. lets see if it works here too....

The idea is to tell a story using only 4 words (NO MORE THAN FOUR) then pass it onto another poster..

lets see....



It was a wet.....

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Post by LMan » 15/12/2004 - 10:51

rainy day in autumn.
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Post by Vosla » 15/12/2004 - 10:55

Summer is over, finally.
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Post by Pex `Mahoney` Tufvesson » 15/12/2004 - 10:57

_She_ came out of

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Post by Vosla » 15/12/2004 - 11:00

her house, grasping firmly
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Post by beyond » 15/12/2004 - 11:06

an unstable nuclear device

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Post by tas » 15/12/2004 - 11:07

which promptly exploaded when

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Post by beyond » 15/12/2004 - 11:09

she tripped over a

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Post by tas » 15/12/2004 - 11:13

strange yet somehow exciting


(beyond i saw that, my fault.. try it again ;) )

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Post by DHS » 15/12/2004 - 11:26

big, rough, rubber dildo.


(i'd say the story is finished. She's dead :))
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Post by Vosla » 15/12/2004 - 11:34

A new story unfolds?!
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Post by LMan » 15/12/2004 - 11:42

Not yet! Fortunately she...
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Post by Vosla » 15/12/2004 - 11:43

stays pretty well dead.
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but is resurected as

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