Ledious
12-07-2008, 07:41 AM
Retarded name, but it's awesome!
Here is another forum game that I have played on other sites, it gets quite humorous.
Rules: Ok, so we are making a story. Each of you write an event or section of the story from influences of the above post. You try to add on to the story by useing annything from the obove user, name sig or even previous experiances with the user. You can do anything you want, Just as long as it has something to do with the user who posted before you.
It can be any length.
I'll start it off with something random! :D
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We had strayed from the tour of the art fair and found ourselves wandering down the empty halls we had visited almost a year ago. We sat in the classroom where we had our first classroom experience, in the same chairs and remembered the 3 days we spent in that room taking surveys and falling asleep to the continuous monotone rhythms coming from the professors mouth. Then, as Alex and I shared a laugh, the mascot of the college, A ridiculous brown and orange falcon that, quite frankly, looked similar to fecal matter, passed by giving us an over exaggerated and friendly greeting. "hey, your not real, get out of here!" alex exclaimed, as i burst out in hysterical laughter partially as a result to my slap happiness and Coca-Cola addiction.
Here is another forum game that I have played on other sites, it gets quite humorous.
Rules: Ok, so we are making a story. Each of you write an event or section of the story from influences of the above post. You try to add on to the story by useing annything from the obove user, name sig or even previous experiances with the user. You can do anything you want, Just as long as it has something to do with the user who posted before you.
It can be any length.
I'll start it off with something random! :D
..................................................................................................
We had strayed from the tour of the art fair and found ourselves wandering down the empty halls we had visited almost a year ago. We sat in the classroom where we had our first classroom experience, in the same chairs and remembered the 3 days we spent in that room taking surveys and falling asleep to the continuous monotone rhythms coming from the professors mouth. Then, as Alex and I shared a laugh, the mascot of the college, A ridiculous brown and orange falcon that, quite frankly, looked similar to fecal matter, passed by giving us an over exaggerated and friendly greeting. "hey, your not real, get out of here!" alex exclaimed, as i burst out in hysterical laughter partially as a result to my slap happiness and Coca-Cola addiction.