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I've noticed how well the anagram and simile games are doing and it made me think of a game I played with my classmates when I was child.

It's called Tailypo.

It's easy: One person writes down the first couple of sentences to the beginning of a story. Something like, "It was a dark and stormy night..." That's all this person writes.

The next person picks it up by writing a couple of more sentences, maybe something like,"...when the bears of the traveling carnival that visited our town escaped from their keepers."

Then another person writes a bit more, then another, and another and so on and so forth until a truly ridiculous story is formed.

The more people that contribute the more fun the game is, so don't be shy. There's no way to be wrong.

Oh, and whenever you feel a story is played out just write, "The End," and a new story can be started if you like.

I'll start it off:

The surface of the lake was clear and calm like glass...

Okay, go!

Also, you can do it by building one word at a time, but you have to supply one word for each sentence, so maybe you supply subject for first sentence, verb for second, and so on. you don't get to see the finished article till one guy puts it all together.

You're not bored by any chance are you?

HAPPY NEW YEAR

The surface of the lake was clear and calm like glass...





and the...

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Quote: carina-eta

The surface of the lake was clear and calm like glass...





and the...

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moon weighed on the horizon.

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Quote: victor nicholas

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Quote: carina-eta

The surface of the lake was clear and calm like glass...





and the...

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moon weighed on the horizon.

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...as I finished a rousing game of pocket pool, I felt light-headed almost faint...

Then..

...I shat myself...


(Tell me if I'm playing the game wrong, won't you?)

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Quote: Monkey Woods

...I shat myself...


(Tell me if I'm playing the game wrong, won't you?)

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...and enjoyed the organic aroma until...

I was startled by a sound from down the path

It seems the smell attracted more than flies. Movement in the bushes.

A giant shit was coming towards me...

...grunting...

...sweating...

I zipped-up my fly, and bade the woman farewell...

...but she wanted more...

...I gave her another length, just for old time's sake...


(Yes, I'm getting into this now...)

But it was just a mirage, the same one that haunted me ...

Fuck off

I thought

...as another log rolled between my buttocks...

Asshole dickheads

Blah blah blah

Something was horribly wrong, it was the monster of the lake Pingo Pongo...

The monster bellowed churlish gibberish ....