The best story ever.
Have I noticed a man present, claiming to be a story teller? With claims that we're his characters and this is all some story?
How amusing, but not as amusing as my story.
Once upon a time (ok actually it wasn't that long ago.) There was a magic City, called "The City" this is so it would not be confused with "A City", "The Town" or God Forbid with Tinbucktoo. This City had a bad habit of grabbing people from different worlds, and nobody knows exactly why. Some said that the City demanded souls. Others said it liked emotions. No matter though.
In The City, there was a clock that constantly ticked. Everyone was so afraid that the clock would stop and all the worlds would cease to exist. This made some people very sad. Some people tried to do things, but they failed.
*skip to Chapter 387*
On the eve of January 32nd, 2007 two people fought and shit blew up. This made many angry, so they did what they do best. They complained in their journals. "Grr! Our mean words and complaining will stop this senseless violence."
*skip to chapter 549*
It soon came to pass that a magical angel would come to The City with hopes of finding a mommy. With his handsome good looks he set out to do his work. And all the girls got scared, and stayed inside, and they cried.
End Chapter.
Chapter 666
There was an awesome festival, but everyone was being emo. Had the lot of them been writing sappy poetry they could have formed the ultimate emo band "January Heart Bleeds on the City" or "And You Will Know us by the Trail of our Wangst." Then there was no sunlight, and some psycho bitch said it was some demon awakening.
Then suddenly somebody farted, and everyone died!
The end.
Oh, yeah. I'm the only sane one in this fucking City.
[ooc: Stan's feeling rather humorous/snarky in this post. What's behind the cut is Stan's observations done as satire.]
How amusing, but not as amusing as my story.
Once upon a time (ok actually it wasn't that long ago.) There was a magic City, called "The City" this is so it would not be confused with "A City", "The Town" or God Forbid with Tinbucktoo. This City had a bad habit of grabbing people from different worlds, and nobody knows exactly why. Some said that the City demanded souls. Others said it liked emotions. No matter though.
In The City, there was a clock that constantly ticked. Everyone was so afraid that the clock would stop and all the worlds would cease to exist. This made some people very sad. Some people tried to do things, but they failed.
*skip to Chapter 387*
On the eve of January 32nd, 2007 two people fought and shit blew up. This made many angry, so they did what they do best. They complained in their journals. "Grr! Our mean words and complaining will stop this senseless violence."
*skip to chapter 549*
It soon came to pass that a magical angel would come to The City with hopes of finding a mommy. With his handsome good looks he set out to do his work. And all the girls got scared, and stayed inside, and they cried.
End Chapter.
Chapter 666
There was an awesome festival, but everyone was being emo. Had the lot of them been writing sappy poetry they could have formed the ultimate emo band "January Heart Bleeds on the City" or "And You Will Know us by the Trail of our Wangst." Then there was no sunlight, and some psycho bitch said it was some demon awakening.
Then suddenly somebody farted, and everyone died!
The end.
Oh, yeah. I'm the only sane one in this fucking City.
[ooc: Stan's feeling rather humorous/snarky in this post. What's behind the cut is Stan's observations done as satire.]