Story Chain (Word Chain's worst nightmare!)

[TheMalevolence]

Hey everybody! I'm hoping to combat the Author's Hangout's descent into intellectual Playground-ism by starting a forum game which requires more creativity than the likes of Word Chain and such. Enjoy!

So here's the concept

At the bottom of this post you'll find a five word "story". Your job is to rewrite it with twice the amount of words, in this case, ten words. The next person then has the same job, rewrite your work with twice the amount of words, so twenty, and so on. You get the point.

If you do the math, you see that this reaches 2500 words or so after 10 comments, so if, at any point, you feel that the story is getting uncontrollably large, just start again. You don't necessarily have to use 5 words, just around that many.

David and Jane had sex

Broad, huh. This is probably going to turn into inestuous BDSM tentacle rape, especially if Hypoxia shows up, but this is more of a social experiment than anything else.

Hey you. Yeah you, don't you press back without leaving a comment, that's just rude! Do it... Reply!

 

[mynameisben]

Hey everybody! I'm hoping to combat the Author's Hangout's descent into intellectual Playground-ism by starting a forum game which requires more creativity than the likes of Word Chain and such. Enjoy!

So here's the concept

At the bottom of this post you'll find a five word "story". Your job is to rewrite it with twice the amount of words, in this case, ten words. The next person then has the same job, rewrite your work with twice the amount of words, so twenty, and so on. You get the point.

If you do the math, you see that this reaches 2500 words or so after 10 comments, so if, at any point, you feel that the story is getting uncontrollably large, just start again. You don't necessarily have to use 5 words, just around that many.

David and Jane had sex

Broad, huh. This is probably going to turn into inestuous BDSM tentacle rape, especially if Hypoxia shows up, but this is more of a social experiment than anything else.

Hey you. Yeah you, don't you press back without leaving a comment, that's just rude! Do it... Reply!

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin.

 

[TheMalevolence]

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin.

Perfect.

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

 

[sr71plt]

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

“You’re the one, Dave Doolittle, who pushed the cat into the punch bowl and made her drunk,” retorted Jane. “And we’d have more room in here if you’d taken the time to dump Slyvia’s body out of the coffin first.”

 

[glynndah]

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

“You’re the one, Dave Doolittle, who pushed the cat into the punch bowl and made her drunk,” retorted Jane. “And we’d have more room in here if you’d taken the time to dump Slyvia’s body out of the coffin first.”

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

“You’re the one, Dave Doolittle, who pushed the cat into the punch bowl and made her drunk,” retorted Jane. “And we’d have more room in here if you’d taken the time to dump Sylvia’s body out of the coffin first.”

"That's my wife you're talking about," Dave answered. "Have a little respect for the dead." His feigned air of indignation, difficult to maintain given the current circumstances, soon gave way to waves of guffaws,accompanied by Jane's giggle-induced hiccups.

"Shh!" Jane hissed. "What's that?" She elbowed Dave out of the way and peeked over the edge of the satin-lined casket. Dave raised up to look for himself, causing the box to tilt precariously over the gaping hole next to them.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

“You’re the one, Dave Doolittle, who pushed the cat into the punch bowl and made her drunk,” retorted Jane. “And we’d have more room in here if you’d taken the time to dump Sylvia’s body out of the coffin first.”

"That's my wife you're talking about," Dave answered. "Have a little respect for the dead." His feigned air of indignation, difficult to maintain given the current circumstances, soon gave way to waves of guffaws,accompanied by Jane's giggle-induced hiccups.

"Shh!" Jane hissed. "What's that?" She elbowed Dave out of the way and peeked over the edge of the satin-lined casket. Dave raised up to look for himself, causing the box to tilt precariously over the gaping hole next to them.

Temp Boneman, the famed forensic anthropologist, was beneath them, so engrossed in sampling the soil for bioexudates that he never heard the exhumed coffin as it reached its tipping point, depositing the quick and the dead atop him, and compromising the site with additional bodily fluids. "Hi! I'm Jane," the living lady offered cheerfully, hoping to establish some degree of social decorum in the circumstances.

 

[CyranoJ]

David and Jane had sex in a freshly exhumed coffin. It was a tight fit, but Jane's pussy was tighter.

“You’re the one, Dave Doolittle, who pushed the cat into the punch bowl and made her drunk,” retorted Jane. “And we’d have more room in here if you’d taken the time to dump Sylvia’s body out of the coffin first.”

"That's my wife you're talking about," Dave answered. "Have a little respect for the dead." His feigned air of indignation, difficult to maintain given the current circumstances, soon gave way to waves of guffaws,accompanied by Jane's giggle-induced hiccups.

"Shh!" Jane hissed. "What's that?" She elbowed Dave out of the way and peeked over the edge of the satin-lined casket. Dave raised up to look for himself, causing the box to tilt precariously over the gaping hole next to them.

Temp Boneman, the famed forensic anthropologist, was beneath them, so engrossed in sampling the soil for bioexudates that he never heard the exhumed coffin as it reached its tipping point, depositing the quick and the dead atop him, and compromising the site with additional bodily fluids. "Hi! I'm Jane," the living lady offered cheerfully, hoping to establish some degree of social decorum in the circumstances.

Boneman was less than impressed.