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The Story... Backwards
This is a game. Here's how it goes, folks:
I will begin with the LAST sentence of a story. Your job is to then write the PREVIOUS sentence in the story, eventually leading up to the FIRST sentence of the story. This could go on for days, or it could end in five sentences, up to you. (Try to have it make sense, and go slow... don't skip along too much with each sentence. Also, don't try to define whats happening before the sentence you write. a) it gives the next person fewer options b) sounds awkward after the previous sentence is added. And when the story has finally begun, announce it, and end another one.) Ok, here's the last line of the first story: Harold pushed the button.
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There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop! And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! ![]() Click for lulz |
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They were gathered around Harold's machine.
Heather in the background growing louder and louder, like the volume being turned up on a radio or something."
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Michael lowered his gun only slightly, he saw the rest of the group through the smoke and ran to see what they were looking at.
They were gathered around Harold's machine. Heather in the background growing louder and louder, like the volume being turned up on a radio or something. Her inane babbling was starting to drive the others crazy...What the fuck was she talking about? Then she blurted out...... "We have to go back! My sanity rests on remembering what happened at that dreadful child, torturing, asylum run by crazy, uneducated, gypsies!" She said: "It's for the best that we terminate this experiment", to which he merely nodded. The two entered Harold's time machine. They quietly entered the abandoned, pre-school/asylum "what the fuck was that noise?", she said. She told him not to move. Harold pushed the button. <not in story>Sorry, continue like this, as it makes it easier to follow</story>
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There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop! And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! ![]() Click for lulz |
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BANG...BANG...BANG.. .BB..B.B.B...BANG ...BANG!!
hE BLEW THE FUCKERS HEADS RIGHT OFF! "That'll be the last time you melt one of my friends cerebral cortex's you BASTARDS!!" mICHAEL SCREAMED!
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mutated, long, twisted, crippled, bodies, were coming right at them...surprisingly fast, and pointing those giant, acidic, spraying, retnas! He finally grew some balls............... ...
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He was frozen in fear, two of his close friends lay dead at his feet, all because of his cowardness....then he saw them. He looked at the friends he had left...then back to the creatures...
Someone else write something!
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He could see them running for him. Tammy and Chris screamed as the acid tore through their flesh....
"SHOOT...GODDAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOOT!!!!!!" Tammy screamed as she ran toward Michael. Unfortunately for Tammy and Chris...Michael was a pussy. He stood there only to see their gurgling, melted, looking like plastic bubbling, heads, popping out, hanging eyeballs, gleaming with the last bit of life they had in them..flopping like fish out of water towards him..lifeless bodies at his feet. They made it about 3 feet away from him...His pink highheels stained with their blood.
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