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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 13, 2006 21:59:33 GMT -5
Here is a new game for you writy RP types to have fun with.
The rules are very simple. The first person posts a little chunk of story -- maybe a paragraph, maybe just a sentence. The next person posts another little chunk of story that builds on the previous little chunk of story.
Fair enough. Here's the twist. After posting a little chunk of story, you must write either "The Good", "The Bad" or "The Ugly". The next person to post a little chunk of story must post a little chunk of story that meets with your specifications. If you write "The Good", then nice happy things must happen in the next little chunk of story. If you write "The Bad", things should take a noticeable turn for the worse in the next post. And if you write "The Ugly", things should get really unbelievably awful in the next post.
Allow me to demonstrate. If I write something like "Little Jimmy was on his way to meet the girl of his dreams, whom he had known online for years but never met in person before now. She had told him she would be sitting on the bench in the public park and that she would be wearing a blue dress", and I ended that post with:
(a) The Good -- The next person might write something like "As soon as he rounded the corner he saw her, looking even more beautiful than in any of the pictures she had emailed him."
(b) The Bad -- The next person might write something like "Jimmy was markedly surprised to find that the person sitting on the park bench was a middle-aged, balding man, although he was indeed wearing a blue dress."
(c) The Ugly -- The next person might write something like "He started smelling smoke long before he rounded the corner and saw that the entire park was being burned down by aliens with heat vision."
And what ho, we all have an opportunity to analyze and render judgment on both my and the second person's deepest senses of morals and ethics, particularly if I keep writing "The Ugly" over and over again in a misguided effort to prove to the world that I am evil.
So let us begin with an innocuous little chunk of story.
ONCE UPON A TIME in the prosperous kingdom of Bicycleborough, where the bicycles lived their lives, worked, played, harvested, traded, laughed, dabbled in politics, and waged neverending war against their slightly more technologically advanced neighbors in Motorcyclevania, there lived a poor family of unicycles without a home.
THE GOOD
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 14, 2006 4:51:19 GMT -5
They looked for oil to keep them alive wherever it was available, and as the citizens of Bicycleborough were kindly, they found it wherever they went. Even the baby of the family got his fair share of oil.
THE UGLY
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 14, 2006 18:49:28 GMT -5
However, as the baby unicycle aged, people couldn't help but notice its strange and even appalling image. It had pink streamers on its handlebars, but one set was torn and discolored. Its handlebars were slightly askewed. Its only wheel wasn't even round, and some suspected it even had a flat tire already, despte its early age.
THE BAD
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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 14, 2006 19:16:02 GMT -5
Pity the baby unicycle! He had no bicycle friends. Everyone wheeled over to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw him coming (Bicycleborough contained no streets, only sidewalks). He was shunted by everyone outside his family, and he even caught them turning their seats away a little whenever he spoke. Many was the night that the little unicycle would stare up at the stars shining through the imaginary holes in the nonexistent roof in the house they didn't have, and wonder if there was a better life for him elsewhere...
THE BAD
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 16, 2006 0:37:35 GMT -5
Clouds began to form overhead, and rain began pouring through the metaphorical holes in the house's roof-analogue. Suffice to say, it all happened very quickly and very dramatically.
THE GOOD
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Post by jenova on Oct 16, 2006 7:36:35 GMT -5
But there was good to all this rain! For it was magically rain, and it spiffed the young unicycle up, until he looked amazingly cool, and very sexy!
THE UGLY!
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 16, 2006 11:16:07 GMT -5
So sexy that a screwed-up folded chair began to stalk him.
Good
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Post by Damien on Oct 16, 2006 11:39:56 GMT -5
But the young unicycle soon discovered that he and the folded chair actually had a lot in common. After 2 months of friendship the demented folded chair asked the now extremely handsome unicycle to marry him.
THE GOOD
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 16, 2006 12:00:27 GMT -5
They married, and soon bore a small litter of wheeled office chairs which rolled around the house happily.
UGLY
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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 16, 2006 15:23:32 GMT -5
The citizens of Bicycleborough frowned upon this marriage. It wasn't the homoerotic overtones that bothered them (not all the pedals in Bicycleborough rotated the same way, if you catch my drift) but rather the unholy union of a unicycle and a folding chair. Unicycles were widely regarded as mutant bicycles -- even worse than the dreaded tricycles -- and folding chairs didn't even belong to the same phylum! Many a suspicious eye was cast on the house which the unicycle now possessed somehow, and the bicycles began whispering to each other in the night*. It was their task as righteous citizens of Bicycleborough to send the unicycle and the folding chair into exile, and kill all the little rolling office chairs. The only thing to do was to plan when and how.
EDIT: Hilariously, I forgot the very two words that form the point of the game I introduced to this forum.
THE UGLY
*More than usual, I mean.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 17, 2006 12:19:59 GMT -5
They decided that it would be for the very absolute tip-top best if the death of the rolly chairs was so bizarre that it would be emblazoned into the consciousness of millions for decades to come, so they called in the Polar Bear Saddle brigade from across the ocean.
The Good
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 28, 2008 14:16:31 GMT -5
"Hi, everyone. This is your pilot speaking. I've got some more bad news. I know you guys have been struggling a lot with all the turbulence and barely edible snacks on this trans-Pacific flight to Bicycleborough, but I've just received word that there are polar bears in the cargo hold. This is going to change our itinerary a little. My co-pilot, Jim, went down there about twenty minutes ago with a crowbar, but I haven't heard anything from him since. As such, we're in some trouble, folks. I would ordinarily be able to pilot this thing by myself easy, but I've been drinking rather heavily for the last twenty minutes or so and I can't entirely tell which control adjusts the altitude and which one ejects every third row of passengers. If the polar bears haven't broken out into the aisle yet, I wonder if there are any pilots out there who could run up here to the cockpit and give me a hand?"
THE UGLY
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Post by SV on Sept 28, 2008 15:34:11 GMT -5
At that very moment, the pilot passed out onto his control panel. The plane didn't lose altitude, it didn't shut off; the pilot, in his drunken coma, landed on the "eject every third row of seats" button.
Every third row of seats were promptly ejected. But they weren't ejected from the plane, oh no. Rather, they were launched into the cargo hold. The second and first rows of seats could only watch in horror, peering through the clouds of dust and luggage to see if the polar bears were going to eat the passengers, or if the third rows of seats had crushed the offending polar bears to death.
The Good
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 1, 2008 21:30:52 GMT -5
In a course of action so fortuitous that it would be recorded as "Either an act of God, or L Ron Hubbard", the seats struck the polar bears in a manner that not only kept the passengers safe, but also jostled the polar bear's brains so that they all thought that they were Samoan Kangaroo Rats, and jumped out of the back of the plane. That is except for the biggest, meanest polar bear, who was totally convicted in his belief that he now was a trendy iced coffee beverage, and ambled his way to the cockpit to sober the pilot up.
THE BAD
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Post by SV on Oct 1, 2008 22:34:33 GMT -5
Regardless of the confused polar bear's good intentions, it turned out that the pilot had a heart condition that caused him to only be able to drink decaf. Also, since the evacuation of the other polar bears and their weight, the plane was gaining altitude. The writer isn't sure that this is a significant problem but assumes it could be if left unattended.
THE BAD.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 8, 2008 12:26:17 GMT -5
"Dad number one, what's that?" little Spokey the rolling office chair child asked, swiveling around and leaning so as to gesture toward the sky. The unicycle looked where he was pointing, and saw a plane doing a barrel roll as it approached from the west. Tiny white shapes, which the unicycle might if he had been better informed have discerned as all of the polar bears except the biggest and meanest, were dropping out of the back of the plane to certain death below. The plane seemed to be gaining altitude at first, but in another moment it had pulled into a drop toward the ground. The unicycle watched it descend. It seemed to be heading straight for their house. "Spokey, get dad number two and the others. We may have to go for a roll around the block." THE UGLY
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 10, 2009 0:37:08 GMT -5
The family evacuated as quickly s possible, all perfectly happy except for the middle child, which had left his upholstry at school...
The plane was only moments away from crashing into the house, when it rose up, opened its slavering jaws, and devoured it. It crashed back to the earth with a loud belch, and then the shades rolled up, revealing demonic blood red eyes.
"BEFORE, I HAD BEEN SATED WITH JUST THE PRESENCE OF THE CHAIR-THINGIES IN ME. BUT NOW, I HUNGER FOR VEHICULAR NOURISHMENT!" The house rose up again, supported by a body curiosly resembling that of a northern muskrat, but possibly larger, and staggered off into the city to feast on the bicycles and such wherein.
THE GOOD
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Mar 30, 2009 21:15:41 GMT -5
Upon entering the city the house found that, due to envirometal zealots, all vehicles of every shape and size had been destroyed. In a fit of rage fueled by hunger, the house began attacking people.
THE BAD
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