Let's Write a Story TOGETHER

[Rainbow]

You know those stories in which a different person writes every couple of lines and only reads the line above his or her own? I'm starting one. It goes like this:
1. I start the story in this color.
2. Someone writes a few lines to continue the story in this color.
3. No one reads any part of the story unless he or she is going to write the next few lines.
4. If a person is going to write the next few lines, he or she will highlight only the latest post.
5. You have sixty seconds to post. No cheating.
6. At the end, we all read the entire thing and hilarity ensues.

George was a young man when he moved to Manhattan. The place had always had an appeal he refused to find in the countryside, so the 6'1'', strapping lad had left his parents and even his girlfriend behind the minute he could to pursue a life there. He meant to be in business, but when he came to the city the idea faded away, like other dreams to move to Chicago or LA. His biggest mistake was moving to New York for a dream. The reality of the place was cold and much harsher than his boyish fantasies of the place made it to be. When he arrived there, a country boy with a southern draw and no concept of city life, he found himself lost and disheartened at the truth of the city.

[Edminster]

George was a young man when he moved to Manhattan. The place had always had an appeal he refused to find in the countryside, so the 6'1'', strapping lad had left his parents and even his girlfriend behind the minute he could to pursue a life there. He meant to be in business, but when he came to the city the idea faded away, like other dreams to move to Chicago or LA. His biggest mistake was moving to New York for a dream. The reality of the place was cold and much harsher than his boyish fantasies of the place made it to be. When he arrived there, a country boy with a southern draw and no concept of city life, he found himself lost and disheartened at the truth of the city.

But this story is not about him. Rather, it is about the small orphan child that he ignored on the way to the Big City. Lost, alone, half-starved, the child wanted only a friend to help him survive in this cruel uncaring world that took his parents at such a tender age.

[FengharTheNord]

But this story is not about him. Rather, it is about the small orphan child that he ignored on the way to the Big City. Lost, alone, half-starved, the child wanted only a friend to help him survive in this cruel uncaring world that took his parents at such a tender age.

The only thing his parents left him when the left this world was a name. Benjamin Franklin.

((Cool topic idea, Rainbow!))

[Oldrac the Chitinous]

The only thing his parents left him when the left this world was a name. Benjamin Franklin.

And so, one September Friday, young Benjamin crawled into the saddlebags of a merchant's camel, determined to seek out wealth and fame in some more hospitable land.

[AHMETxRock]

And so, one September Friday, young Benjamin crawled into the saddlebags of a merchant's camel, determined to seek out wealth and fame in some more hospitable land.

However, the moment he entered the saddlebag, he realized that the entire thing was filled with gold! This man was obviously a gold trader, and the pieces of cloth at the top of every basket were merely a way to hide all the gold that he was hiding. Benjamin grabbed a bejeweled dagger from the pile and began to plot how he could murder the merchant and abscond with the bounty.

[FengharTheNord]

However, the moment he entered the saddlebag, he realized that the entire thing was filled with gold! This man was obviously a gold trader, and the pieces of cloth at the top of every basket were merely a way to hide all the gold that he was hiding. Benjamin grabbed a bejeweled dagger from the pile and began to plot how he could murder the merchant and abscond with the bounty.

He ran his finger along the edge of the bejeweled blade, going over again and again his murder of this merchant. He felt his blood boil and his heart freeze. He raised the dagger with his sweaty hands and greedily eyed the landscape of potential wounds across his quarry's back, but before he could bring this suspenseful scene to a bloody close, Benjamin Franklin was interrupted by his old friend...

[AHMETxRock]

He ran his finger along the edge of the bejeweled blade, going over again and again his murder of this merchant. He felt his blood boil and his heart freeze. He raised the dagger with his sweaty hands and greedily eyed the landscape of potential wounds across his quarry's back, but before he could bring this suspenseful scene to a bloody close, Benjamin Franklin was interrupted by his old friend...

Morning Wood!
"Drat!" Benjamin thought to himself in an aside that the merchant, as of the moment, was unaware of. "I have a hard on from thinking of all the debauchery I shall enact with this gold. Surely I must do something to send this boiling blood of mine back to my brain, rather than my head!"

[Edminster]

He ran his finger along the edge of the bejeweled blade, going over again and again his murder of this merchant. He felt his blood boil and his heart freeze. He raised the dagger with his sweaty hands and greedily eyed the landscape of potential wounds across his quarry's back, but before he could bring this suspenseful scene to a bloody close, Benjamin Franklin was interrupted by his old friend...

Snuffles the Mouse! Snuffles was all that Benjamin had left in his life, and he did his best to keep Benjamin on the path of Righteousness. After all, the life of an orphan child is one where sinking into the quagmire of Evil is a constant danger. Snuffles was apparently asleep when Benjamin made the decision to stow away in the Merchant's bag, but at least he was now awake to try and stop Ben from committing murder!

Damn, I was too late to change the course of the story! I shall leave it plain black, to mourn.

[FengharTheNord]

Morning Wood!
"Drat!" Benjamin thought to himself in an aside that the merchant, as of the moment, was unaware of. "I have a hard on from thinking of all the debauchery I shall enact with this gold. Surely I must do something to send this boiling blood of mine back to my brain, rather than my head!"

The following incident would be known as the time when Benjamin Franklin first tested the properties of electricity...

[Rainbow]

But as Benjamin tried madly to calm his RAGING BONER with electric, something was afoot. At the foot of his bed, actually. Underneath his bed there lay a dead hooker. The hooker was not Benjamin's, nor did it belong to anyone around. The hooker, as it were, was from space. It just so happened that the electric shock on Benjamin's hard-on surged to the body and activated the hooker's space powers, reincarnating her and allowing her to rise from under the bed to Benji's side.

[Oldrac the Chitinous]

Her eyes glowing with an inhuman ferocity, the hooker lifted the trembling Benjamin from the bed and began to shake him violently. "I am Selan Arthigkhanesh, The Hooker in whose image all other Hookers were cast. Because you have returned me to the Universe of Space, I am compelled by gratitude to grant you three Space Wishes."
Man, everybody writes faster'n me.

[mountainmage]

Her eyes glowing with an inhuman ferocity, the hooker lifted the trembling Benjamin from the bed and began to shake him violently. "I am Selan Arthigkhanesh, The Hooker in whose image all other Hookers were cast. Because you have returned me to the Universe of Space, I am compelled by gratitude to grant you three Space Wishes."

Benjamin screamed in shock, but sobered up rather quickly. "Three space wishes? Are those like wishes? In space?" Selan replied in the affirmative and Benjamin put on the widest grin you'd ever seen.

[AHMETxRock]

1. I wish anyone that ever called themself mountainmage shall never ever get to touch a woman, even if this means rewriting the past.
2. I wish that The middle east is able to prosper.
3. I want a pony with a cup holder and a jetpack saddle. Make that a unicorn, actually.

[Rainbow]

I think, though, my desires against those that go by 'mountainmage' are rooted in my own virginity. I am sexually frustrated and I can't help but put my anger out on other because I am ugly. It's just so hard sometimes! I know I am hideous and there is nothing I can do about it, but I also can't help but to insult those named mountainmage. If I had that unicorn things would be better, I know.

[Cirtur]

I did once have a unicorn named Jeremy. He used his horn to satisfy my needs and in return I game him sugar lumps and ruffled his mane. But of course, all that had to come to an end with the advent of Television. A man had videotaped mine and Jeremy's sexual congress and had sent it to a news station. I cried and against my better judgement, my father sent Jeremy to France, until this scandal blew over.

It never did.