Story Time!

[Rudy]

Okay, the idea is very simple, we build a narrative story, one sentence at a time. Each person contributes one, and only one, sentence to the story, until at least one other person has added a sentence. Run on sentences and humor are encouraged.

Each story will last for 25 posts, so every 25th post should end the story in some way. This should cause each story to take up one page of posts. The next poster will begin a new story, including a title, which should not be too restrictive on the direction of the story.

So, I will begin the first story, entitled:

The Very Odd Day of Izabel Nadine Theresa Johnson

One bright morning, after getting as little sleep as she could possibly manage, Izabel Nadine Theresa Johnson (Izzy to her friends, of which she had none,) fixed herself a balanced meal of five cups of coffee and a vitamin pill, put on her tinfoil hat, and went out to face the day.

[Sean O]

Upon stepping outside and walking for a little while, Izzy noticed something that caused her to question if her vitamin pill actually contained something other than vitamins: everyone was wearing neon orange sombreros with Christmas lights attached.

[Rudy]

'Of course,' she thought to herself, 'this must be one of those "holidays" that I read about in newsgroups; I should investigate further to understand this strange, primitive custom.'

[azelismia]

"excuse me", she said, as she approached the nearest stranger, "your hat is simply scrumptious, can I have it?"

[Rudy]

Unfortunately for poor Izzy, rather than simply giving her the hat and backing away as she would have liked, the man (Eddy Steve Frank Popper, as it turned out his name was,) slung his arm around her neck, and drug her bodily into the celebration.

[azelismia]

"unhand me, you wretched beast", she cried, but to no avail, as a crowd of 90 drunken sailors surrounded them and yelled "fina cokina" in a jolly but somewhat menacing tone as they danced their way around them.

[Rudy]

Summoning all her courage, she lashed out with a vicious sarcastic attack, comparing the masculinity of the sailors to that of a plastic chew toy.

[azelismia]

All in a rush, acting as a single arm of the giant beast of the masses, they picked up both izzy and eddy and ran thru the streets singing until they reached the door of an ominous black house.

[Rudy]

Manhandled by the mindless mob, the odd pair found themselves shoved into the house, which was filled with all manner of odd creatures!

[azelismia]

Izzy, uttered a shocked, "oh my!, as Eddy fainted upon the floor as he recognized the beast whose eyes he was staring into.

[Rudy]

It was rampant emotionalism and mindless inanity given form, a creature from Izabel's worst nightmares (not that she managed to have proper nightmares given that she slept two hours a night, but you know what I mean,) and it opened it's maw to utter the most horrific sound that Izabel had ever heard: "I want to talk about my feelings!"

[azelismia]

Izzy thought about fainting but that was altogether too much work for her and Eddy had already done that anyway so instead she decided to take this creature to task, What about my feelings she uttered in a low resentful tone, the orange you make everyone wear is blinding!

[Rudy]

Unprepared for the counterattack, the creature of darkness slid back a bit on tentacles made of pure irrationality, as it prepared its response: "You're the one that's blind, blind to all the fun you could be having with people instead of spending time with yourself, moping about, and I will make you see that!"

[azelismia]

to this she scoffed, you'll have to get rid of all the orange first, I am blinded, no wonder no one loves you, orange is a ridiculous color.

[Rudy]

Weeping openly, the beast fled back into the foul pit from whence it came, and Izzy debated on whether or not to wake Eddy in the wake of the anticlimactic victory; after all, it had been his fault in the first place.

[azelismia]

She wandered over to where he was to be sure he was still breathing and then noticed all the creatures in chains around her, some were big and some were small but they looked quite innocent and helpless.

[Rudy]

In an uncharacteristic moment of idiocy, Izzy released the creatures from their chains, only to realize too late that they all were human emotions and characteristics given cute animal forms which fled out into the town to do damage, leaving only hope, which stared up at her as a cute bunny.

[azelismia]

She unlocked hope figuring if everything else was unleashed might as well unleash hope too and seriously considered shackling eddy up where hope had been, after all it was all his fault!

[Rudy]

Once released, Hope addressed Izzy in a Chicago mobster accent: "All right, sweetheart, here's the deal, I have to get these bozos rounded back up and into the foul pit from whence we came, so you take loverboy there home, and try not to run into Anger, Lust or anything else on your way home, got it?"

[azelismia]

Izzy looked back at the wreck upon the floor, shuddering in the memory of the way he fainted to the ground and said how about we let him fend for himself and I come help you round up the scary beasts?

[Rudy]

The bunny/anthropomorphized human characteristic eyed the fallen lad for a moment, "Alright, you've got a point, toots, and I could use the help, even if it is a dame: you go north, I'll go east, and we'll herd them towards the center of town, got it?"

[Reganon]

"But Hope," she asked, "how can we possibly hope to defeat the foul beasts? Won't we need some heavy artillery?"

[Rudy]

"You're right kid," replied Hope, "but I have an idea: we'll use use my magic and your personality to create anthropomorphized versions of sarcasm, reason, arrogant dismissal and elitism, and turn them against the emotions running rampant over town, but we have to hurry, as there's not much time left in this story."

[Reganon]

Hope and Izzy quickly assembled their army of INTJ robots and set them loose to battle the emotions in one ultimate showdown at the town square, where they quickly, and efficiently terminated every last one.

[Rudy]

"What do I call you, kid," asked the rabbit named Hope, who had produced a cigar from somewhere, after they had chucked the emotions back into the foul pit from whence they came, and waited for her response: "My friends call me Izzy," she said, before heading back home for three days of solitude to make up for the extended amount of social interaction.

THE END

(Now, the next poster chooses a new story title, and writes the first sentence.)

[azelismia]

Once upon a time, there was a frog named tod, tod was a happy frog, most of the time, except when kids came around making life both dangerous and loud, today was the exception, the other part of most of the time that did not include kids messing it up and instead involved his aunt, his nasty aunt beth was coming over to visit.

[Rudy]

Aunt Beth was a horned toad, you see, in every sense of the word; she had always tormented Tod, and loved to constantly barrage him with his inadequacies in relation to her own son, Norbert, who had graduated from Pondsville Naval Academy, and now served in the Amphibious Navy, something Tod would never want to do.

[SRVcardsfan27]

The reason for this was because Tod hated his own kind. He would often hang out with his rabbit friends, such as Snicker and Cap'n talking about how he loathed everything about his fellow amphibians. One day, Norbert overheard Tod and the rabbits, and it started a revolution.

[azelismia]

At least a revolution in the mind of Beth, Something must be done about the lad, eschewing the company of her fine son Norbert for a bunch of heathen rabbits, why it wouldn't be surprising if it turned out he didn't believe in the great carrot giver either.

[Rudy]

In any case, Aunt Beth arrived and began making herself at home (as she always did,) spewing her belongings all over the place, commenting disapprovingly on Tod's poor taste in decorating his Lily Pad, before addressing her nephew directly: "Tod, we are going to go on a little trip, you and I, and I don't want any backtalk; it's for your own good!"

[INTJGoddess]

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said, "Is that so?" in a calm and cool tone that was more like a challenge than a question. Aunt Beth inched closer to him until she loomed over his small frame.

"Yes, it is so!" She narrowed her eyes and then pointed her index finger at him. "You will go and I won't tolerate any backtalk."

Tod stood up and said "I will not."

[fomatizer]

"But if you REALLY must insist," said Tod, reaching under the lily petals where he'd hidden something from view, "I'm bringing...This," he declared, hoisting high a shiny brown rabbit pellet he'd stolen from his favorite rabbit rockstar and time-bender, Frank (when he wasn't looking), "and there's nothing you can do to stop me, Auntie Beth, because I'm a Vegetarian now ...like the Rabbits and I would rather eat ...rabbit poop than hang out with a bunch of ...fly-lapping Anorans [snivel] so let's go," he exclaimed, scarcely holding back the tears as he placed the pellet on the very tip of his tongue, amid quivering lips, and when his aunt reached for it, he lapped it up quick, grimacing a shade greener as he swallowed the lump, then let out a loud belch in way of punctuation that emitted a miasma of brown dust, settling in a fine dusky veneer upon her furiously frowning, horny toad face and frilly coif.