Writing game practice
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Thread Topic: Writing game practice
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For anyone who is still around at this time of night, I occasionally do what I call a writing game. I have people give me things to write about and I usually give them one or two paragraph shorts about their subjects. All I need is a brief summary. Somewhere for me to start.
For instance; A Dorito in a big bag of Nachos.
[Dorito's log day 4. Time is 13.45]
After studying these strange beings I have found that their similarities delve beyond the cosmetic. Upon examining the body of one of their deceased, I have found that their genetic make up is incredibly similar to ours. We both share a corn base structure. But why these savages retire themselves to the vulgar act of lathering in melted cheese and meat I do not believe we will ever know. The only reason I can hypothesize is that is has to do with their other distinctive feature. They lack our outer coating of spices and flavoring. Instead taking on a more naked epidermis with only a thin dashing of finely powdered salt.
I still do not believe the natives realize I am not one of their own yet. They seem to be accepting me in to their culture. With any luck I will be home before winter and can have my almanac finished before summer.
Dorito, signing off - -
A zombie in a bisuness place who tries to blend in.
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A gay firetruck and his shenanigans.
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It's my first day. I can't screw this up. Mr. Newman would never forgive me if I messed up here. Especially after all that trouble in the CDC. thought Zed as he shuffled aimlessly down the hallway in his new office job. He had a simple position. Mail room shouldn't be that hard. He'd be on his feet moving so he shouldn't have the time to think about brains.
"Ah, hello there Zed." Mr. Brian said with a curt smile. "Enjoying your first day?"
"Oh yes, very muuch so Mr. Brain... I mean Brian."
"Are you doing alright son? You look a little fatigued. And you're cold as ice."
"Just first day nervousness is all, Mr. Brain."
An awkward silence fell between them.
"It's Brian, Zed. Not Brain."
"Yes sir..."
"By the way Zed, that suit looks wonderful."
"Thank you sir. I was buried in it." crap
"You were what in it?"
"I said I was... married in it." That was waaay too close.
"Ah, lovely." -
"Hey baby, what's your name. They call me engine 69. I've got all the right equipment to get you wet and blow you away." Said the gay firetruck.
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What does the moon think while it's doing its job?
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That is absolutely perfect. xD
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"Please come back people... I love you. I've still got your flag and your rover. I keep them in the best shape I can. Please come back. I'm sorry that I don't have water or air or anything, and so I understand why you love Terra more, but please come back. I never had a friend before..."
~Luna -
Oooh I have another one if you don't mind.
What the GTQ mattress does in his freetime. -
Have you ever seen the amount of p--- on GTQ? There are literally dozens of sex scenes every day. But across all of GTQ there is only one mattress. He keeps himself busy.
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