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Hey there. I thought I'd try something that a lot of people on the internet have done; an adventure story. Essentially, I put down a paragraph or so of a story and then you, the reader, dictate where the story should go from that point! You can either write the next bit in its entirety (one paragraph is the maximum that you can post), or simply post an idea that the story can go from. Well, without further stalling for time, here is the first part of the story: Written by FlipMeister The world went by outside the window. Birds tweeted, plants grew and one by one the population of Vander Grove rose from their deep slumber. One of them was Parsley, but he was probably not as content as the other Wumbles that were waking. For one, he had had quite the rude awakening, having fallen face first out of bed. Secondly, Parsley was quite confused as to why the bed he had fallen out of wasn't his bed. He was also fairly sure that the room wasn't his either. It had the dry, unpalatable smell of a really badly run pub, the kind that has a bartender with half his teeth missing and unpleasant crimson shaded stains on the carpet. Parsley's cheeks were pressed against the floor, a deeply unpleasant, slimy, spongy floor at that. He peeked up from the swampy floor and carefully surveyed his surroundings. He appeared to be in a very small, square cell, six metres wide at the very most. It wasn't much taller either, his mini-afro brushing against the moist ceiling. He grabbed onto one of the bedposts and hoisted himself up, wanting to know the answers to questions such as, "How did I get here," "Who would want to do this," and "Who's that funny little man sleeping in the corner?" But, before all these questions could be answered, another one presented itself to Parsley. An iron door stood to the right of where he was standing. It seemed to be in quite a fine state in comparison to the rest of the room, its gleaming steel body seemed almost smug about it. The door also appeared to be like that of a safe, with a manual crank that looked as if it would be used to lock and unlock the door. Unfortunately, when Parsley tried to twist the crank into a different position, it got jammed firmly in place. Written by Valeview As Parsely sat down, dumbstruck about how to open the door..In walked Mr. Brughes. Mr. B:"Parsley I assume you know why you are here?" Parsley:"No Si-" Mr.B: "good" "This is the correctional faciltity for menatally damaged adults. you must have done somethng terrible to get in here" Parsley: "but si-!" Mr. B: " I shall have none of that backtalk! Now Get outside!" As parsley walked out into the hallway he wondered to himself..hat had he done? So, what happens next? You decide!

2011-10-27 20:59:00 Author: FlipMeister Posts: 631

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*I shall post later...but shouldn't you limit that to one paragraph?*

2011-10-27 21:12:00 Author: Valeview Posts: 1581

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You mean limit the amount that a user can post at once? Yeah, I guess so. Leave more story for others to write!

2011-10-27 21:23:00 Author: FlipMeister Posts: 631

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As Parsely sat down, dumbstruck about how to open the door..In walked Mr. Brughes. Mr. B:"Parsley I assume you know why you are here?" Parsley:"No Si-" Mr.B: "good" "This is the correctional faciltity for menatally damaged adults. you must have done somethng terrible to get in here" Parsley: "but si-!" Mr. B: " I shall have none of that backtalk! Now Get outside!" As parsley walked out into the hallway he wondered to himself..hat had he done?

2011-10-27 21:38:00 Author: Valeview Posts: 1581

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