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Topic: One pharagraph story

Since we are all (well, most of us) writers in some form or another, Lets add yet another game.

The object of this game is to make a story. Any genre, any events, and time period. Unlike role-playing, everyone controls the fate of all the characters, can add in as many people to the story as they want, kill any character they want, etc. Any post can be as serious or as silly as the person deams nessicary. The only rule to this is an author can only add one pharagrah at a time, before waiting for another author's post. You can post shorter than a pharagraph if you want to, or even leave another author to complete the last one.

The last thing King Bobedin could remember from the night before was walking into a bar, and not just any bar, but an enchanted bar.

#1 Jul 22nd 2007, 11:32pm

((OooH! Fun fun... I happen to have an enchanted bar in my repetoire...))

A large whirpool swirled on the ceiling, draining who knows where. Mages sat at every table, talking and drinking to their heart's content. Scorch marks at several places on the wall attested to many a drunken fireball. The man at the bar, who resided under a sign that said "Apprentice Mages: Two Drink Maximum", looked up at the king, sensing someone NORMAL had just walked in, and gave him a bright smile of relief. "What'll it be?" he asked.

#2 Jul 23rd 2007, 5:28am

King Bobedin glared at him, and then said in a voice flatter than roadkill, 'A tankard of cold lager, subject.' The barman's mouth dropped, the music being played by the Sirens in the corner stopped as the mages turned to look at the king. He scowled at them all, and sat himself on a barstool. Then...

#3 Jul 28th 2007, 10:10am

(Flatter than roadkill. I need to remember that one.)

...a voice came from under him. "Exscuse me sir," came a shrill, worried voice one would assign to a mouse, "would you please get your- rear off my face?"

Loking under himself, he found a flat face in the grains of the wood with a frightened yet unpleased expression plastered on it...

#4 Jul 28th 2007, 4:23pm . Edited Jul 28th 2007, 4:24pm

...and King Bobedin scowled at it. "Who is this who DARES insult I, the almighty King-"

"Time's up, yah Majesty!" And suddenly, a group of spellcasting biker-rogues broke down the bar door!

#5 Jul 29th 2007, 11:41am

"Oh, not again," grumbled the beleagured barkeep. WHY had he decided to take up this place across from the magic school? He was just an ordinary mundane barkeep, trying to make a living. WHY did he have these mages coming in here all the time, causing trouble, letting forth stray spells that did who knew what... Quickly, he ducked below the bar as the first biker came to order a round.

#6 Jul 30th 2007, 5:40pm

The bikers, armed with their most threatening grins, sat themselves down on the bar stools and started to talk about Spells of Mass Destruction, the over tavern goers looking uncomfortable. King Bobedin simply stood on the spot, scowling at them and their sudden impertinence. "Give us some Yggdrasil Rootbeer, will ya, barkeep?" the first one growled.

(edit: I used a word out of context)

#7 Aug 02nd 2007, 12:27pm . Edited Aug 02nd 2007, 12:29pm

The rash king found himself glaring at the rogue spellcasters. The nerve! Calling him out, and then sitting around and changing the subject? Why, that was the highest insult in his country. Puffing out his chest, he marched to the table of trouble makers, and demanded, "Show more respect around your supuriors!"

"Our betters, huh? Better give us a beter lot in life, ol' man, or else we'll tell what you did last night!" came the cocky reply of the biker gang leader, a man with sunglasses and a bandana around his forehead.

#8 Aug 03rd 2007, 8:18pm

King Bobedin gasped. "You wouldn't!" He didn't want anyone to know about his penchant for wearing pink bunny pajamas, nor about the matching slippers... If that got around no one would respect him ever again.

#9 Aug 04th 2007, 7:39am

Unfortunately for King Bobedin, one of the bikers was an adept Telepath. When he received this tidbit of telepathic information, he nearly choked on his drink with laughter. "YOU WEAR PINK BUNNY PAJAMAS?!?!?"

EDIT: LE GASP! Incorrect usage of apostrophes! DX

#10 Aug 06th 2007, 6:19pm . Edited Aug 06th 2007, 6:19pm

The whole tavern went as silent as a tree not falling in a forest. All eyes were in the king, and the bikers. A smirk appeared on the leader's lips. King Bobedin's face turned red from 1.embarresment 2.anger 3.sunburn from not being in his anti-ultra-violet-ray castle. He yelled, "Off with their heads!"

But nobody heard it because it wasn't in capslock.

EDIT: Hit submit too soon.

#11 Aug 06th 2007, 11:49pm . Edited Aug 06th 2007, 11:53pm

"What was that?" squeaked a deaf wizard near the bar.

#12 Aug 11th 2007, 4:09pm

"I think he said he wants to go to bed!" Cried the barstool.

#13 Aug 14th 2007, 8:35pm