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Post by kingpin0422 on Sept 18, 2011 3:28:57 GMT
In this game, you will post a story of the person above you.
The rules are simple: Your story MUST be about the person above you! Not yourself!
I'll start.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2011 7:39:59 GMT
Start with what?
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Post by kingpin0422 on Sept 18, 2011 13:49:52 GMT
Uh... You have to make a story of me.
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Post by Likep on Sept 18, 2011 19:07:01 GMT
Kingpin was king of the pins. He ruled Pinland. Then an angry mob killed him because he used the taxes on his fried chicken.
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Post by kingpin0422 on Sept 18, 2011 20:42:49 GMT
Likep liked to pee. He peed everywhere. He peed on everyone. He was arrested constantly because of this.
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 18, 2011 22:17:20 GMT
Kingpin was an old man in a story, who became mad and was put in a mental facility...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2011 6:13:04 GMT
Draxorion currently runs a laser tag arena. A bunch of bratty kids got angry at him because their time was up, and they all fired at one spot on his forehead. He now has a burn there.
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Post by Qwerty on Sept 23, 2011 4:12:40 GMT
Lew was once a proud king, but he was cruel to his subjects. They threw him off of his throne and painted him in rainbow colors as punishment.
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Post by mdog95 on Sept 23, 2011 5:29:50 GMT
Qwerty was once an elder who taught people wise things, then he died because he was 105 years old, and everybody was sad.
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Post by nmagain on Sept 23, 2011 7:47:10 GMT
one day, mdog DIED
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Post by Necrotising Fasciitis on Sept 23, 2011 10:19:18 GMT
once upon a time nm loved the penis and loved the penis until the day he died
(also, lol censors)
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 24, 2011 2:49:57 GMT
The Grinder of Faces was once an innocent bunny. Then it became a theory and people accused it of being a law. Littering was illegal in this time, and the dropping of trash was a sin. Grinder of Faces is the epitome of sin, and was, hence, littering, which was, hence, a broken law. This was irrelevant, as the latest murder was accused of no one, and sin was blamed. Grinder of Faces had committed two extremely terrible crimes. This didn't stop it, it kept selling newspapers to orphaned condors till the day it was sued for trespassing and it was dead THE END.
Now write me, maggot!
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 24, 2011 9:33:58 GMT
Skribbblie once came upon a piece of dirt in the countryside. Seeing as it was very colorful, he decided to pick it up. He sat down and examined it for quite some time. As he did so, something crawled into his sleeve. He would come to regret ever sitting down and examining the piece of dirt...
Skribbblie went over to his home, and went inside. Waiting for him was a chair and a fireplace with wood he had cut the previous day. He sighed, and reflected on what he had done, after sitting down on the chair. He then saw a maggot on his lap. Seeing the maggot, he immediately screamed "MAGGOT!".
As a child, he witnessed his parents being consumed alive by maggots. Thereafter, he had developed a very fond disliking for the larvae, and despised them. Every day he woke up, he would check his house for maggots, and made sure that none were able to live in the home at all.
Skribbblie jolted up from the wooden chair, and rushed forwards in an attempt to get the maggot off. In front of him, however, was the fireplace. The fireplace, being lit, was very warm and hot in the fire. He couldn't get the maggot off of him, and dashed forward, nonstop. The fire of his worst memories... Consumed him.
I could've written an extremely long story there. I got carried away...
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Post by Likep on Sept 25, 2011 19:53:58 GMT
Since Drax was always watching you, he was arrested for stalking.
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Post by Skribbblie on Oct 12, 2011 5:15:53 GMT
He had a problem with chickens in his early childhood, as life spat in his face for all his creativity. The chickens mocked him. "Cluck cluck!", they chortled at him. He miserably stood there and took it, until one day, he saw the light, and it left him completely blind. The chickens never made fun of him again, as his eyes were so horribly charred that the mere sight left one sickened and sorry. He didn't mind. He never felt it was a hinderance until the day he decided to play in the street with his yo-yo. He got hit by steamroller, and was flattened to the point where he was paper thin. He was still alive, however, and continued his life. However, this new look was kinda funny, so the chickens laughed at him again. He tragically took his own life by drowning his sorrow in seventy-seven bags of butter lover's popcorn, then dying as zounds of butter globules flooded his arteries until he bled butter.
Quite tragic. Maggot.
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Post by Likep on Oct 14, 2011 23:20:36 GMT
Once upon a time... Skribbblie drew a doodle. It sucked. THE END
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Post by Qwerty on Oct 15, 2011 23:30:55 GMT
Once upon a time, Likep found a forum that he quite liked. The members were nice, the community was active, and everyone was productive. It unfortunately died in a spam attack. He later, on a totally unrelated note, found the DBF.
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Post by Likep on Oct 15, 2011 23:56:15 GMT
One day, Qwertyuiop spelled my name wrong.
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