Who's The Boss
Game #2863: Writer's Block the Second
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This game finished in 3 rounds.
Round 1: Write a story containing the word compère, a cantelope, and a slightly insane emoticon. It should take place in Whoville, and in Narnia. Best two win the choice of:
a) Immunity
b) Clearing Clue
The clearing clue can be shared with others if it's owner chooses. I will PM the winners.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
a) Immunity
b) Clearing Clue
The clearing clue can be shared with others if it's owner chooses. I will PM the winners.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
I'll write later. Safety for aceofspades for now.
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
It's kinda the middle of the night, so safety for book (haven't even looked at the memo yet).
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
I've been keeping track for about a year. I've read +250.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived an emoticon named Phillip. Now, Phillip was a very good emoticon, except for the teensy tiny fact that he was clinically insane. The definition of insanity is not being able to tell the difference between right and wrong. Phillip showed no sign of this symptom, other than the times he tried to murder his house with a cantelope, and then proceeded to set it on fire, killing the pet booger "Booger" he had kept as a pet for the last 49 years, which is saying something, because Phillip was 6.
This is why Phillip now lives in an asylum - the one on the corner of 15th and Brodwater.
One day, while rocking back and forth on his heels, Phillip had a sudden urge to drop everything and become a compere in Whoville. Phillip immediately ran to his dresser and pulled out the largest drawer, and dumped all of his clothing on to the floor. Phillip climbed into the drawer, stuck his arm into the air as though brandishing a sword, and yelled "For Narnia, and for Aslan!"
The doctors then moved Phillip into a straight jacket, and locked him into a padded room.
To be continued.
Being continued.
One day the nurses took pity on him and bought him a pizza, but Phillip had run away. His last known sighting was just south of Whoville, reportedly lugging a large wardrobe up the side of a mountain going "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE".
Everyone is warned that Phillip is not armed but highly dangerous. If you see Phillip, or he tries to eat the stomach of you or a love one, call the toll free hot line immediately. "1-800-GOOD-LUK" or visit our website at "www.wedontcare.com/"
Thank you. Back to weather with Jill. Jill?
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 20:27:33---
If God is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining.
This is why Phillip now lives in an asylum - the one on the corner of 15th and Brodwater.
One day, while rocking back and forth on his heels, Phillip had a sudden urge to drop everything and become a compere in Whoville. Phillip immediately ran to his dresser and pulled out the largest drawer, and dumped all of his clothing on to the floor. Phillip climbed into the drawer, stuck his arm into the air as though brandishing a sword, and yelled "For Narnia, and for Aslan!"
The doctors then moved Phillip into a straight jacket, and locked him into a padded room.
To be continued.
Being continued.
One day the nurses took pity on him and bought him a pizza, but Phillip had run away. His last known sighting was just south of Whoville, reportedly lugging a large wardrobe up the side of a mountain going "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE".
Everyone is warned that Phillip is not armed but highly dangerous. If you see Phillip, or he tries to eat the stomach of you or a love one, call the toll free hot line immediately. "1-800-GOOD-LUK" or visit our website at "www.wedontcare.com/"
Thank you. Back to weather with Jill. Jill?
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 20:27:33---
If God is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining.
logging a safety for dangerouspie. will change my votes if you guys decide to do a majority to clear someone.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
There was a mad-as-a-hatter, one-of-a-kind epic doctor, Dr. Boogers, who lived in WhoVille. He believed that every disease can be solved by having a cantelope. He just loved those melons, and was even doing a thesis on those melons in hope for a Nobel Prize.
One night, as he was studying the properties of the fruit up late at night, he saw his cupboard door swing ever slightly and noticed a faint blue streak of light coming through it. He wanted to ignore it, every instinct of his was telling him that its dangerous, but at that point, his curiosity got over him, and he walked to the cupboard and opened the cupboard, and got immediately sucked into a swirling vortex, which teleported him to an unknown place. His head started spinning so badly that he fainted right there.
When he woke up, he saw a person with the face of a deer looking at him. Dr. Boogers had never in his life imagined creatures like that existed, and fainted out of shock right there once again. The creature, which was actually called a compere, couldnt understand what happened, and started shaking the doctor in hope to wake him up. However the doctor was in deep shock, and nothing could rouse him up.
After a while, the compere decided he had to use the cantelope, the magical fruit that grew in the forest near his hut, the forest of Narnia. He went for a walk, and came back with a dozen of those fruits, and sliced one and fed it to the doctor. In less than 2 minutes, the doctor woke up, and this time he didnt faint coz the fruit had calmed and steeled his nerves as well.
Once he woke up, he had a hearty discussion with the compere on the topic of the fruit, and found out all its magical properties. Then he requested the compere to teleport him back home if he could. The compere took him to a willow tree nearby and told him that the tree acted as a portal between WhoVille and Narnia. The doctor happily took the portal, and went back home. There, he finished his thesis, and soon won the Noble Prize for Biology.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
One night, as he was studying the properties of the fruit up late at night, he saw his cupboard door swing ever slightly and noticed a faint blue streak of light coming through it. He wanted to ignore it, every instinct of his was telling him that its dangerous, but at that point, his curiosity got over him, and he walked to the cupboard and opened the cupboard, and got immediately sucked into a swirling vortex, which teleported him to an unknown place. His head started spinning so badly that he fainted right there.
When he woke up, he saw a person with the face of a deer looking at him. Dr. Boogers had never in his life imagined creatures like that existed, and fainted out of shock right there once again. The creature, which was actually called a compere, couldnt understand what happened, and started shaking the doctor in hope to wake him up. However the doctor was in deep shock, and nothing could rouse him up.
After a while, the compere decided he had to use the cantelope, the magical fruit that grew in the forest near his hut, the forest of Narnia. He went for a walk, and came back with a dozen of those fruits, and sliced one and fed it to the doctor. In less than 2 minutes, the doctor woke up, and this time he didnt faint coz the fruit had calmed and steeled his nerves as well.
Once he woke up, he had a hearty discussion with the compere on the topic of the fruit, and found out all its magical properties. Then he requested the compere to teleport him back home if he could. The compere took him to a willow tree nearby and told him that the tree acted as a portal between WhoVille and Narnia. The doctor happily took the portal, and went back home. There, he finished his thesis, and soon won the Noble Prize for Biology.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Random vote. I'll think of a story later on today.
Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than Death can process them.
Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than Death can process them.
Safety vote on JQPublic. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do a story this round. I have a very busy day.
"For me, the saxophone is a way of expression" - Kenneth Thomson
"For me, the saxophone is a way of expression" - Kenneth Thomson
@rach: please state who you voted for. it helps compiling the voting list, and determining if someone is clear or not.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
saftey vote for Rythmic.
12 minuets ago, in a house across the street, there lived a cantoloupe named Bob. Bob usually looks like a combination of these: , so the CIA in whoville sent me to look after him. He lived right next to the patch of flowers whoville was sitting on, and they were worried that he would run over them. While i was at the WCIA headquarters, an emergency came up. "BOB IS ON THE MOVE!!!"
they yelled. They used the biginizer to zap me up to normal size, where i saw bob rolling away. "Where ya going, Bob?" i asked him. "Narnia," he replies. And Bob dissapears into a cloud of wierd white cookie-sented smoke.
i rushed after him to the white smoke, and was surprised to see a limo called 'The Narnia Limo'. i jumped in as the doors closed, and saw Bob in there with me. "Did you know compere means grandfather?" he asked me. Suddenly, we were in narnia. Then we passed it and went to Water Country USA. The end.
12 minuets ago, in a house across the street, there lived a cantoloupe named Bob. Bob usually looks like a combination of these: , so the CIA in whoville sent me to look after him. He lived right next to the patch of flowers whoville was sitting on, and they were worried that he would run over them. While i was at the WCIA headquarters, an emergency came up. "BOB IS ON THE MOVE!!!"
they yelled. They used the biginizer to zap me up to normal size, where i saw bob rolling away. "Where ya going, Bob?" i asked him. "Narnia," he replies. And Bob dissapears into a cloud of wierd white cookie-sented smoke.
i rushed after him to the white smoke, and was surprised to see a limo called 'The Narnia Limo'. i jumped in as the doors closed, and saw Bob in there with me. "Did you know compere means grandfather?" he asked me. Suddenly, we were in narnia. Then we passed it and went to Water Country USA. The end.
christiangrl wrote:
There's only 200 on the list...
Switching to buy, because it sounds a lot like him.
Will write story in a minute
I've been keeping track for about a year. I've read +250.
There's only 200 on the list...
Switching to buy, because it sounds a lot like him.
Will write story in a minute
babyjuice wrote:
Four, but I'm not anglophone, so it makes sense.
I'm writing now ...
You've heard of carving pumpkins before. You know, jack-o-lanterns; the ones about which you were crazy when you were small. However, have you ever heard of carving cantaloupes? No? Okay, listen up, for the following tale will shock you.
It all started on a speck of dust. Yep, a speck of dust. It was home to Whoville, a tribe of people. Now, this particular speck of dust is more dangerous than you think. Why? It is because this speck of dust is vulnerable. It's susceptible to more than an apocalypse. Have you tried stepping on a tiny ant? You probably failed. Likewise, it is not easy at all for you to destroy Whoville. The scary thing is that Whoville can be exploited.
During the Second World War, an evil Nazi scientist by the name of Feichang Xie'e*. Xie'e was a man whose identity no one but Hitler himself knew. His name never appeared in any documents, or any written form, for that matter. Unlike the other Nazi scientists, his focus was not on world domination or genocides. It was ... emoticons.
During the Second World War, Xie'e discovered that the cantaloupe was, believe it or not, the most emotional type of fruit ever known to walk on the surface of the Earth. He knew that emotion was half the human mind. By taming the cantaloupe, he could control the world and achieve Hitler's dreams. He also knew one village that could help him achieve the goal: Whoville.
Knowing the need of secrecy, Hitler wiped his name off all records in Germany. He then sent his scientist to a faraway land called Narnia: a place where he could continue his research without Stalin, Churchill or Roosevelt knowing. After having brainwashed the Whos into thinking that Xie'e was on the side of justice (they obviously didn't speak Chinese), he carried with him two cantaloupes and the speck of dust containing Whoville.
During his first night in Narnia, Xie'e discovered that one of his cantaloupes was missing. Angered, he grabbed his carving knife and carved a face on the remaining cantaloupe. It was a face of blind compliance. 'Tell me,' whispered the evil scientist. 'Tell me where your blasted companion has gone.'
Suddenly, the television behind the scientist sprang to life. To Xie'e's horror, it was the runaway cantaloupe that appeared on the screen. He had become the compère of the popular quiz show Decimate.
While it was away, the cantaloupe had met a friendly old lady by the name of Shanliang.** She had breathed life into the cantaloupe after carving it. She gave her emotions. One of the emotions was that of the desire of revenge.
In the background of the game show's stage, a participant had just been killed by the Knife of Emotion. The compère took the knife and pointed it at the scientist, his hand passing through the television screen. Meanwhile, the other cantaloupe took the carving knife and pointed it at the scientist as well, his face having turned from obedience to contempt.
The Whos may be small, but they know how to pretend to be brainwashed - and turn against their leader when they saw fit. Each Who took a knife and hurled it at the scientist. Killed by two large knifes and a million tiny ones, the scientist has never existed on Earth, nor will it ever exist in any realm again.
Now you know how emoticons came to be.
*That means 'really evil' in Chinese. Sorry, I just couldn't get creative.
**That means 'kind' in Chinese.
By the way, pooswoman and aceofspades are cleared for inactivity. Changing my safety to buu in case we can get a majority. If they're the only ones not voting, then two mandatories isn't bad at all.
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 08:28:55---
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
It's kinda the middle of the night, so safety for book (haven't even looked at the memo yet).
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Four, but I'm not anglophone, so it makes sense.
I'm writing now ...
You've heard of carving pumpkins before. You know, jack-o-lanterns; the ones about which you were crazy when you were small. However, have you ever heard of carving cantaloupes? No? Okay, listen up, for the following tale will shock you.
It all started on a speck of dust. Yep, a speck of dust. It was home to Whoville, a tribe of people. Now, this particular speck of dust is more dangerous than you think. Why? It is because this speck of dust is vulnerable. It's susceptible to more than an apocalypse. Have you tried stepping on a tiny ant? You probably failed. Likewise, it is not easy at all for you to destroy Whoville. The scary thing is that Whoville can be exploited.
During the Second World War, an evil Nazi scientist by the name of Feichang Xie'e*. Xie'e was a man whose identity no one but Hitler himself knew. His name never appeared in any documents, or any written form, for that matter. Unlike the other Nazi scientists, his focus was not on world domination or genocides. It was ... emoticons.
During the Second World War, Xie'e discovered that the cantaloupe was, believe it or not, the most emotional type of fruit ever known to walk on the surface of the Earth. He knew that emotion was half the human mind. By taming the cantaloupe, he could control the world and achieve Hitler's dreams. He also knew one village that could help him achieve the goal: Whoville.
Knowing the need of secrecy, Hitler wiped his name off all records in Germany. He then sent his scientist to a faraway land called Narnia: a place where he could continue his research without Stalin, Churchill or Roosevelt knowing. After having brainwashed the Whos into thinking that Xie'e was on the side of justice (they obviously didn't speak Chinese), he carried with him two cantaloupes and the speck of dust containing Whoville.
During his first night in Narnia, Xie'e discovered that one of his cantaloupes was missing. Angered, he grabbed his carving knife and carved a face on the remaining cantaloupe. It was a face of blind compliance. 'Tell me,' whispered the evil scientist. 'Tell me where your blasted companion has gone.'
Suddenly, the television behind the scientist sprang to life. To Xie'e's horror, it was the runaway cantaloupe that appeared on the screen. He had become the compère of the popular quiz show Decimate.
While it was away, the cantaloupe had met a friendly old lady by the name of Shanliang.** She had breathed life into the cantaloupe after carving it. She gave her emotions. One of the emotions was that of the desire of revenge.
In the background of the game show's stage, a participant had just been killed by the Knife of Emotion. The compère took the knife and pointed it at the scientist, his hand passing through the television screen. Meanwhile, the other cantaloupe took the carving knife and pointed it at the scientist as well, his face having turned from obedience to contempt.
The Whos may be small, but they know how to pretend to be brainwashed - and turn against their leader when they saw fit. Each Who took a knife and hurled it at the scientist. Killed by two large knifes and a million tiny ones, the scientist has never existed on Earth, nor will it ever exist in any realm again.
Now you know how emoticons came to be.
*That means 'really evil' in Chinese. Sorry, I just couldn't get creative.
**That means 'kind' in Chinese.
By the way, pooswoman and aceofspades are cleared for inactivity. Changing my safety to buu in case we can get a majority. If they're the only ones not voting, then two mandatories isn't bad at all.
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 08:28:55---
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
@mod: if we fail to write a story in a round, will it harm us in any way? since these are 24 hour rounds, i might not get enough time between school and all to write each round.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
babyjuice wrote:
Ive read 18. Its a pretty cool list. Wonder what it would be like for america...
Anyway ill throw out a vote for rhythmic to start a majority.
Happy ever after in the marketplace, Desmond lets the children lend a hand. Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, and in the evening she's the singer with the band!
It's kinda the middle of the night, so safety for book (haven't even looked at the memo yet).
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Ive read 18. Its a pretty cool list. Wonder what it would be like for america...
Anyway ill throw out a vote for rhythmic to start a majority.
Happy ever after in the marketplace, Desmond lets the children lend a hand. Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, and in the evening she's the singer with the band!
One day the world exploded.
No, wait, that's not quite right. Let me try again.
One day my pleasant little cantaloupe decided to go and get itself eaten. So it was cut into about a million little pieces. My perfect home was destroyed.
That's right, I am a worm. Do you have a problem with that??
That's what I thought.
So, anyway, after my home was so rudely destroyed, I decided to get on the road. Living in Narnia just wasn't working for me. People are just too dangerous around here, what with their swords, going around and hacking everything up.
Plus I was hungry.
So, after making my way back to the real world, I decided to seek out this place called 'Whoville.' Apparently the people there were all really tiny, so I could be this huge monster worm there and eat people all day. My revenge... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATEEHEEHEE!!!!!! I put my evil face emoticon mask on and started out for Whoville.
After months and months of travelling, I finally made it to Whoville. I had just settled down with my nice snack of fifteen little humans when a big ugly kangaroo acting like a compére tossed my new home into a pot of boiling water.
Man, you just can't get a good realtor these days.
THE END.
I've read 28 of the books on that list. safety vote for buu for now.
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 09:12:52---
No, wait, that's not quite right. Let me try again.
One day my pleasant little cantaloupe decided to go and get itself eaten. So it was cut into about a million little pieces. My perfect home was destroyed.
That's right, I am a worm. Do you have a problem with that??
That's what I thought.
So, anyway, after my home was so rudely destroyed, I decided to get on the road. Living in Narnia just wasn't working for me. People are just too dangerous around here, what with their swords, going around and hacking everything up.
Plus I was hungry.
So, after making my way back to the real world, I decided to seek out this place called 'Whoville.' Apparently the people there were all really tiny, so I could be this huge monster worm there and eat people all day. My revenge... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATEEHEEHEE!!!!!! I put my evil face emoticon mask on and started out for Whoville.
After months and months of travelling, I finally made it to Whoville. I had just settled down with my nice snack of fifteen little humans when a big ugly kangaroo acting like a compére tossed my new home into a pot of boiling water.
Man, you just can't get a good realtor these days.
THE END.
I've read 28 of the books on that list. safety vote for buu for now.
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 09:12:52---
From he 5 different stories i think we have 5 different uses of the word compere.
Happy ever after in the marketplace, Desmond lets the children lend a hand. Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, and in the evening she's the singer with the band!
Happy ever after in the marketplace, Desmond lets the children lend a hand. Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, and in the evening she's the singer with the band!
"Wake up. Lana, get up. C'mon" someone whispered in my ear.
I made a split second decision, "I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. I thought it was funny.
And it would have been, if it weren't for the fact I was in the middle of fourth period, and supposed to be listening to my teacher rant about... something.
The whole class started talking, as per usual when anything interesting happens.
"You've blown it" sighed Chloe, sitting next to me, "Fail"
"Yeah, well, whatever. I was in the middle of a lovely dream, thanks very much. I was a compère at Disney World, and the tent was blue and sparkly and" I realized I was the only one still talking, "Oops"
"Detention Lana" my teacher said without looking up from the whiteboard. I sunk down lower in my seat.
And apparently fell asleep again. And was also apparently sent home. Because I definitely didn't wake up in a classroom.
I yawned and ran a hand through my hair, "Where am I?" I said aloud (so what if I talk to myself? I'm special).
But luckily for me someone answered my question, though the response was unintelligible.
"Alfoof marionetta piction lobby crelpt" said a flower. I laughed. Flowers don't talk. I was either still dreaming, or had fallen and hit my head, hard.
Being me it was probably the latter.
"Hi there!" exclaimed a high pitched voice coming from behind me, "I'm Trip. What's your name? What 'bout your favourite colour? That's cool. Did you know that I have a pet unicorn? And my pet unicorn has a pet cantaloupe, named Arnold. And Arnold has a pet mouse name Llama. Oh, and my unicorn's name is Tina. Cool, right?"
I liked him instantly. Except for one teensy problem.
There was no one standing behind, beside, in front of, above, or even below me. Unless you count grass and flowers as 'someone', which after that nonsense gibberish flower thing, wouldn't be that unlikely.
Trip continued to talk, up to the point where I completely lost it. Actually, I wasn't even aware that I had 'it', but that's besides the point.
"Where are you!" I yelled at a bed of weeds. Trip yelled too, so I assumed yelling was OK.
"Look, I'm right here!" he exclaimed happily. A giant smiley face appeared in front of me, then quickly faded away, "I'm invisible! Oh, and Arnold's right at your feet. Don't step on him"
"You're also a giant emoticon, who seems to be even more insane than me. That's OK. I need the friends" I bent down to pick 'Arnold' (a cantaloupe with a smiley face drawn on him), when I had a good idea.
"Um, Trip? Where are we?"
"Narnia" he replied, "Right on the border. My people live here, and I come down to the field to play. I bought you were from There, because you look like Those people, but there's something different about you"
"Ah. Interesting" I was most definitely dreaming, "So, pray, what is 'There'?"
"I'm not allowed to go into Their territory, according to my mom, but They are all over my history textbooks. They started the Great War of 586 you know. They live over there"
Yet again the giant emoticon appeared visible and gestured towards the east.
"Thanks Trip" I said, and hurried off to find a familiar face.
I left Arnold in my pocket.
And a giant smiley face decided to follow me to get Arnold out of my pocket.
And scared me half to death at the same time.
After many eventful hours of walking that I'm not going to tell you about, we finally got to what Trip called 'There'
It was Whoville. I mean come ON. Why do I seem to be the only one with messed up dreams?
Trip left at the border, yet again forgetting Arnold, as I went into the city. And straight to Dr. Seuss's house. Because he was living there. In Whoville. And I somehow knew.
Maybe I had died and reappeared here or something, I thought as I waited at the door.
It was opened by a very, very old man, who promptly hugged me. I did what ny anormal person would do, and screamed.
Five minutes later
Surrounded by tea, cookies, and peanut brittle, I listened as Dr. Seuss told me his story. He had come here 20 years ago, this place where everything wasn't quite right, and missed regular people. He came after he died.
Great. So, either I'm dead, hallucinating, or there was a serious problem with the fabric of space.
Betting my money on the last one.
TBC next round
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 09:46:41---
I made a split second decision, "I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. I thought it was funny.
And it would have been, if it weren't for the fact I was in the middle of fourth period, and supposed to be listening to my teacher rant about... something.
The whole class started talking, as per usual when anything interesting happens.
"You've blown it" sighed Chloe, sitting next to me, "Fail"
"Yeah, well, whatever. I was in the middle of a lovely dream, thanks very much. I was a compère at Disney World, and the tent was blue and sparkly and" I realized I was the only one still talking, "Oops"
"Detention Lana" my teacher said without looking up from the whiteboard. I sunk down lower in my seat.
And apparently fell asleep again. And was also apparently sent home. Because I definitely didn't wake up in a classroom.
I yawned and ran a hand through my hair, "Where am I?" I said aloud (so what if I talk to myself? I'm special).
But luckily for me someone answered my question, though the response was unintelligible.
"Alfoof marionetta piction lobby crelpt" said a flower. I laughed. Flowers don't talk. I was either still dreaming, or had fallen and hit my head, hard.
Being me it was probably the latter.
"Hi there!" exclaimed a high pitched voice coming from behind me, "I'm Trip. What's your name? What 'bout your favourite colour? That's cool. Did you know that I have a pet unicorn? And my pet unicorn has a pet cantaloupe, named Arnold. And Arnold has a pet mouse name Llama. Oh, and my unicorn's name is Tina. Cool, right?"
I liked him instantly. Except for one teensy problem.
There was no one standing behind, beside, in front of, above, or even below me. Unless you count grass and flowers as 'someone', which after that nonsense gibberish flower thing, wouldn't be that unlikely.
Trip continued to talk, up to the point where I completely lost it. Actually, I wasn't even aware that I had 'it', but that's besides the point.
"Where are you!" I yelled at a bed of weeds. Trip yelled too, so I assumed yelling was OK.
"Look, I'm right here!" he exclaimed happily. A giant smiley face appeared in front of me, then quickly faded away, "I'm invisible! Oh, and Arnold's right at your feet. Don't step on him"
"You're also a giant emoticon, who seems to be even more insane than me. That's OK. I need the friends" I bent down to pick 'Arnold' (a cantaloupe with a smiley face drawn on him), when I had a good idea.
"Um, Trip? Where are we?"
"Narnia" he replied, "Right on the border. My people live here, and I come down to the field to play. I bought you were from There, because you look like Those people, but there's something different about you"
"Ah. Interesting" I was most definitely dreaming, "So, pray, what is 'There'?"
"I'm not allowed to go into Their territory, according to my mom, but They are all over my history textbooks. They started the Great War of 586 you know. They live over there"
Yet again the giant emoticon appeared visible and gestured towards the east.
"Thanks Trip" I said, and hurried off to find a familiar face.
I left Arnold in my pocket.
And a giant smiley face decided to follow me to get Arnold out of my pocket.
And scared me half to death at the same time.
After many eventful hours of walking that I'm not going to tell you about, we finally got to what Trip called 'There'
It was Whoville. I mean come ON. Why do I seem to be the only one with messed up dreams?
Trip left at the border, yet again forgetting Arnold, as I went into the city. And straight to Dr. Seuss's house. Because he was living there. In Whoville. And I somehow knew.
Maybe I had died and reappeared here or something, I thought as I waited at the door.
It was opened by a very, very old man, who promptly hugged me. I did what ny anormal person would do, and screamed.
Five minutes later
Surrounded by tea, cookies, and peanut brittle, I listened as Dr. Seuss told me his story. He had come here 20 years ago, this place where everything wasn't quite right, and missed regular people. He came after he died.
Great. So, either I'm dead, hallucinating, or there was a serious problem with the fabric of space.
Betting my money on the last one.
TBC next round
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Just reread that and realized it didn't make any sense.
Whatev
Whatev
"Compère! Compère," yelled Richard from the mental asylum in Whoville. No one knew why he yelled it, but he always has since he was fired from christiangrl's WTB game. He had so much fun in the game, that he went insane when he could no longer compete in it.
It became the name for the neighboring restaurant, whose premier dish was the Compère Cantaloupe. So, it was no surprise that when Compère opened a restaurant in Narnia, no one understood why. In order to get more business, the owners decided that they needed one thing: Richard. They were going to bring him to Narnia. They were going to do whatever in takes, including breaking Richard out of the asylum.
TO BE CONTINUED
Safety vote for now, i guess this round will determine who the manditories are.
It became the name for the neighboring restaurant, whose premier dish was the Compère Cantaloupe. So, it was no surprise that when Compère opened a restaurant in Narnia, no one understood why. In order to get more business, the owners decided that they needed one thing: Richard. They were going to bring him to Narnia. They were going to do whatever in takes, including breaking Richard out of the asylum.
TO BE CONTINUED
Safety vote for now, i guess this round will determine who the manditories are.
Looking good everyone!
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
babyjuice wrote:
I've read 9 1/2 of those books. (I started Gone with the Wind, and had to return it to the library at the end of the school year. I never got to finish it, and I've been too lazy to check it out since.)
To my short story....
Ah... Saturday. We all know what that means - running for our lives in strange new places. Allow me to explain. Have you ever heard of the Bermuda triangle? Have you ever wondered where all the people disappear to? This is where I live, or at least where I've lived since our ship ran aground on this island.
My life was great! I had a great job, great friends, and I couldn't be happier. I decided to go on a cruise with some friends to relieve some stress. The cruise ship left the dock a few hours late on the first day. We were set to go to Cuba, Puerto Rico, and a few other islands. We spent a whole week touring the islands, eating exotic food, and experiencing new things. On the last day, we set sail to go back home. Apparently, we were running way behind schedule, because our ship's captain thought we needed to take a short cut through the Bermuda Triangle to get home on time. And, I guess he's never seen any movies IN HIS LIFE because everyone except him knew that if there's one place you avoid at all costs, it's the Bermuda Triangle. Unfortunately, no one on board could tell we were going there until we were surrounded by fog. As you can guess, fog means you can't see, so we soon came up on the shore of the island.
It's not that hard to fit in on the island. There are hundreds of people here that are lost, and can't get back anywhere. Time stands still - literally. No one here has aged a day since they came here. The only way to get back to the normal world is to go on this game show that happens every Saturday. You spin a wheel and are transported to a different place. If you survive for 2 hours, you can go home. If you survive another 2 hours in a different place, everyone that came with you can go home. So, I decided to go on the game show.
The compére introduced me directed me toward the wheel. The first time I spun the wheel, I narrowly avoided having to spend 2 hours with Gollum when the wheel just barely clicked on the Whoville space. I couldn't believe my luck! I spent the next couple hours hanging out with the mayor of Whoville and eating cantaloupe. He sounded strangely like Steve Carrell. The only scary part about it was when I found out I was on the ceiling. The next round, I wasn't so lucky. I spun Narnia. The next couple hours were spent running from an assortment of strange animals, including a parrot that kept screeching "slightly insane emoticion" over and over and OVER. Anyway, my two hours were soon up, and I was allowed to go home with the rest of the people on the cruise. The End.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
It's kinda the middle of the night, so safety for book (haven't even looked at the memo yet).
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
Just wanted to post this, how many books from the let have yu gs read? I've read 20.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Read
I've read 9 1/2 of those books. (I started Gone with the Wind, and had to return it to the library at the end of the school year. I never got to finish it, and I've been too lazy to check it out since.)
To my short story....
Ah... Saturday. We all know what that means - running for our lives in strange new places. Allow me to explain. Have you ever heard of the Bermuda triangle? Have you ever wondered where all the people disappear to? This is where I live, or at least where I've lived since our ship ran aground on this island.
My life was great! I had a great job, great friends, and I couldn't be happier. I decided to go on a cruise with some friends to relieve some stress. The cruise ship left the dock a few hours late on the first day. We were set to go to Cuba, Puerto Rico, and a few other islands. We spent a whole week touring the islands, eating exotic food, and experiencing new things. On the last day, we set sail to go back home. Apparently, we were running way behind schedule, because our ship's captain thought we needed to take a short cut through the Bermuda Triangle to get home on time. And, I guess he's never seen any movies IN HIS LIFE because everyone except him knew that if there's one place you avoid at all costs, it's the Bermuda Triangle. Unfortunately, no one on board could tell we were going there until we were surrounded by fog. As you can guess, fog means you can't see, so we soon came up on the shore of the island.
It's not that hard to fit in on the island. There are hundreds of people here that are lost, and can't get back anywhere. Time stands still - literally. No one here has aged a day since they came here. The only way to get back to the normal world is to go on this game show that happens every Saturday. You spin a wheel and are transported to a different place. If you survive for 2 hours, you can go home. If you survive another 2 hours in a different place, everyone that came with you can go home. So, I decided to go on the game show.
The compére introduced me directed me toward the wheel. The first time I spun the wheel, I narrowly avoided having to spend 2 hours with Gollum when the wheel just barely clicked on the Whoville space. I couldn't believe my luck! I spent the next couple hours hanging out with the mayor of Whoville and eating cantaloupe. He sounded strangely like Steve Carrell. The only scary part about it was when I found out I was on the ceiling. The next round, I wasn't so lucky. I spun Narnia. The next couple hours were spent running from an assortment of strange animals, including a parrot that kept screeching "slightly insane emoticion" over and over and OVER. Anyway, my two hours were soon up, and I was allowed to go home with the rest of the people on the cruise. The End.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
Safety vote for pooswaman.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
*calls Rhythmic and begs him to show up*
Best. Chat joke. EVER
Best. Chat joke. EVER
babyjuice wrote:
+250 books, and not all of them were on your list.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
christiangrl wrote:
There's only 200 on the list...
Switching to buy, because it sounds a lot like him.
Will write story in a minute
I've been keeping track for about a year. I've read +250.
There's only 200 on the list...
Switching to buy, because it sounds a lot like him.
Will write story in a minute
+250 books, and not all of them were on your list.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
And I've read only 13 of the ones on it.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
babyjuice wrote:
lol....that was awesome. saftey for book. Im sorry icant really be on much now that scholl is starting soon... i dont really feel like writing now..ill do it later.
*calls Rhythmic and begs him to show up*
Best. Chat joke. EVER
Best. Chat joke. EVER
lol....that was awesome. saftey for book. Im sorry icant really be on much now that scholl is starting soon... i dont really feel like writing now..ill do it later.
Yay! aceofspades is back. That means one mandatory only!
Edit: It still clears him or her, though!
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'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
Edit: It still clears him or her, though!
---This message was edited on 2012-09-02 17:15:42---
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
Yeah! For once not having any internet access for a little while was a good thing.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books and chocolate, and that's more or less the same thing.
Just so you know, being inactive hasn't cleared anyone yet. It could have been that I didn't start the game immediately. Think through all the angles.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
@buu I voted for aceofspades because even though he was inactive it makes me a bit suspicious that cg made a comment about it...either way I won't be a mandi.
Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than Death can process them.
Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than Death can process them.
Being cg she probably just doesn't want us clearing people that easily.
Keeping my vote on buu
Keeping my vote on buu
No, CG doesn't want you to rule out any possibility, because whenever I play a WTB game and someone clears a player, it drives me crazy. Think through every angle, use the brain God put in that head of yours. That, and I don't want you to move on so fast. Nothing against ace, but seriously. Ask the "What if" questions.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
What if ace is actually cleared?
So, do we find out who wins the contest, or do you PM the winners and not tell us, or what? Just wait for the boss man to fire us or something like that?
If God is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining.
So, do we find out who wins the contest, or do you PM the winners and not tell us, or what? Just wait for the boss man to fire us or something like that?
If God is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining.
I have selected the top 2 stories, and PMed the first person, and the boss to forbid him/her from firing either until I find out who wants immunity. The second person will have the other option. Who ever gets the clearing clue can choose to share it with you, but I don't require that in case... IDK. I also won't reveal their identities unless they do it themselves. Good luck...
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
Sarcastic people with large vocabularies are my favorite.
@mod: my question still goes unanswered. about any ill effects for not writing a story.
anyway, sorry i couldnt get back online again before round was over. the net at school was down today, so i couldnt connect.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
anyway, sorry i couldnt get back online again before round was over. the net at school was down today, so i couldnt connect.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Pooswaman has no chance of being the boss as we all know. When I looked at ace's last login before he or she regained Internet access, it said 'two days ago'. That means he or she was last on more than 48 hours ago. Did the time between the start of the game and CG's approval of the memo last more than 48 hours? I'm not sure - someone should confirm that - but I don't think so.
In my opinion, CG warning us about ace just reduces the probability of ace being the boss. She wouldn't want to ruin the boss's chances like that.
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
In my opinion, CG warning us about ace just reduces the probability of ace being the boss. She wouldn't want to ruin the boss's chances like that.
'An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.' - Charles Dickens
yeah. it is true. we can consider ace partially cleared for now. i noticed that we dont have a voting list for this round.
do we have a majority on anyone to clear them this round??
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
do we have a majority on anyone to clear them this round??
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
christiangrl wrote:
Aaaaaand the boss did not win the contest
Whoever won, let us know. You're cleared
I have selected the top 2 stories, and PMed the first person, and the boss to forbid him/her from firing either until I find out who wants immunity. The second person will have the other option. Who ever gets the clearing clue can choose to share it with you, but I don't require that in case... IDK. I also won't reveal their identities unless they do it themselves. Good luck...
Aaaaaand the boss did not win the contest
Whoever won, let us know. You're cleared
YAY! Definitly...i NEVER win these things...(i know, i know, a normal person would say 'why dp, you have to ENTER BEFORE you can vwin', yah, i know,i know....)
lol...mod...thanks a lot now we just need to wait and see who are the winners. 2 people cleared, means two people we can trust.
just one problem is that the rat might have won it if not the boss. we have to be a bit wary.
looks like i didnt win as well wasnt my story a masterpiece?
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
just one problem is that the rat might have won it if not the boss. we have to be a bit wary.
looks like i didnt win as well wasnt my story a masterpiece?
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
How do we know the boss didn't win? I think christiangrl's comments were just generic things to say. It's not like she would've told us the boss won. I don't think it's wise to clear either of the winners
yeah. never thought too much about that. but yeah...you are most probably right. mod sure wont make it that easy, i guess.
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
Leo: Hold on. This is gonna hurt. Coach Hedge: I was BORN for HURT!!
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