The storybook game.

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

We're going to write a story. I'll put the first sentence, then you, and another lister,then another,ect. At the end we'll have one weird story. :3 BEGIN.

Once upon a time in a place called Ooo, lived a prince named Dick. :3

 

[RoryN]

Dick's rich son Absalom died in South Africa and left him a grand fortune of 1,304,976,551 ZAR ($163.63 million USD), but Dick could not claim the entire sum himself because of his noble status in a foreign country, and the government will take the fortune for itself.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Uh ....

 

[RoryN]

In order for Dick to get his inheritance into the land of Ooo, someone's assistance was requested - a non-Ooo citizen - in moving the funds out of South Africa.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

You've ruined my story, you know. -_-

 

[RoryN]

You've ruined my story, you know. -_-

(I thought this was a story we were making together - not your story.)

Anyhow...

The deal was that the funds could be transferred to someone in another country, and then forwarded as directed by the Ooo National Petroleum Company; in exchange for them accomodating these services, the Ooo National Petroleum Company would agree to allow them to retain a hefty percentage of the total sum.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

(I thought this was a story we were making together - not your story.)

Anyhow...

The deal was that the funds could be transferred to someone in another country, and then forwarded as directed by the Ooo National Petroleum Company; in exchange for them accomodating these services, the Ooo National Petroleum Company would agree to allow them to retain 10%, or US$4 million of this amount.

.... I don't even understand what that means!

 

[RoryN]

.... I don't even understand what that means!

Nevertheless, MarcelineTheVampireQueen thought she'd run across the opportunity of the century - she immediately offered to be an intermediary for Dick and the land of Ooo, and arranged a wire transfer.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Shush yor face Rory!

 

[Morcheeba]

MarcelineTheVampireQueen is known as The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo in this story.

 

[bronzeage]

MarcelineTheVampireQueen is known as The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo in this story.

That would be the girl with the dragging tattoo.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Look bronzeage SHUT your face! -_-

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

Reminds me of Kiss of the Spider Woman, somehow.

 

[Lord Emu]

Sorry your story got derailed and maybe its due to the fact I'm drinking on an empty stomach right now but this has proven to be rather amusing.

 

[Morcheeba]

Sorry your story got derailed and maybe its due to the fact I'm drinking on an empty stomach right now but this has proven to be rather amusing.

Uh, this was her story:

Once upon a time in a place called Ooo, lived a prince named Dick. :3

It wasn't derailed at all, perhaps hijacked is in order but whatever... it's a story.

Continue!!

 

[Lord Emu]

Ok since since it seems order is restored I'll jump in too.

The young prince was quickly approaching his birthday and being pressured by his father to find a bride by then.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Thanks for fixing my story guys! :']

So he walked the town, in search of a bride, but only found saggy whores. :3

 

[RoryN]

The young prince was quickly approaching his birthday and being pressured by his father to find a bride by then.

His father said, "Dick, you must find a bride who does not live in the land of Ooo - otherwise you cannot claim your entire birthday sum because of your noble status in this foreign country, and the government of Ooo will take the fortune for itself."

 

[blobfish]

But the king was soon dethroned, because the British protectorate of Ooo gained independence from the Crown. Though no longer a Commonwealth nation, they would continue receiving aid and support from England, albeit less and with certain conditions. Opponents of colonialism lauded it as a great victory, while many in the country were apprehensive, because they were well aware of the unrest that can result from the power vacuum created when an occupying force suddenly withdraws from a nation that is at high risk for civil war. Outside analysts believed that the issue was very complex, and that describing it in black and white terms was a mistake.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

But the king was soon dethroned, because the British protectorate of Ooo gained independence from the Crown. Though no longer a Commonwealth nation, they would continue receiving aid and support from England, albeit less and with certain conditions. Opponents of colonialism lauded it as a great victory, while many in the country were apprehensive, because they were well aware of the unrest that can result from the power vacuum created when an occupying force suddenly withdraws from a nation that is at high risk for civil war. Outside analysts believed that the issue was very complex, and that describing it in black and white terms was a mistake.

My brain exploded. o.o

 

[bronzeage]

Look bronzeage SHUT your face! -_-

Marce stamped her foot and glared. Bronzeage remained calm and gently raised her chin with one finger. Every impertinent and obstinate thought drained from her mind. "Have you been a bad girl?" he asked quietly.

 

[RoryN]

Marce stamped her foot and glared. Bronzeage remained calm and gently raised her chin with one finger. Every impertinent and obstinate thought drained from her mind. "Have you been a bad girl?" he asked quietly.

*unsubscribes*

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Marce stamped her foot and glared. Bronzeage remained calm and gently raised her chin with one finger. Every impertinent and obstinate thought drained from her mind. "Have you been a bad girl?" he asked quietly.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! *Bites bronzeage's finger* DON'T TOUCH ME!

 

[blobfish]

Marce stamped her foot and glared. Bronzeage remained calm and gently raised her chin with one finger. Every impertinent and obstinate thought drained from her mind. "Have you been a bad girl?" he asked quietly.

Marceline smiled, as Bronzeage's experienced hand began to explore. A feeling of comfort swept over her like a thick fog over a London harbor. The six pack of Schlitz in his left hand fell to the floor, and he ran the weathered fingers of that hand through her soft hair. He pulled her head back, gently, to whisper into her ear. But before he could, another figure walked into the room.

"My name is Chris Hansen," said the man, dressed in prim business attire.

 

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Marceline smiled, as Bronzeage's experienced hand began to explore. A feeling of comfort swept over her like a thick fog over a London harbor. The six pack of Schlitz in his left hand fell to the floor, and he ran the weathered fingers of that hand through her soft hair. He pulled her head back, gently, to whisper into her ear. But before he could, another figure walked into the room.

"My name is Chris Hansen," said the man, dressed in prim business attire.

I ran behind Chris, and pointed at bronxeage. "Rape!"