In writer's workshops, we used to call these "Neverending Stories". Thought it would be cool to do one.

What you do is to leave the story at an unfinished point, and the next person picks up where you left off. It's fun.

I was running late. A full moon lit my path as I raced along the road, air burning in my lungs, but I was so sure that I would never make it.

I just knew that something was going to happen that night. But I never expected to meet...

(...Continue...)

a man in a frog suit wielding a machete. An aura of evilness surrounded him, as well as some litter from a local McDonalds.

Fearing the worst I dove behind a nearby bus shelter. To my suprise there lay a...

corspe of a middle aged woman getting dry-humped by Chris Griffin.

She had a name tag on her jacket that read Maria Maculiaclulicia.

Then suddenly Maria...

I used to play this game in the playground at primary school a lot.
It can be fun but is unlikely to result in a very good consistent story.

:grin: Fun is good. :grin:

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...opened her eyes. She turned her head towards the bus shelter and whispered...

"look behind you".

came to life and ripped Chris Griffin of her, tearing him into shreds with bloodied claws.

She was alive, with eyes of gleaming ruby. She was undead.

and as mad as hell!

"What is the meaning of this?" - she shrieked.

The man in the frog suit who just happened to have a degree in advanced illogical story explaination stepped in and explained to Maria that she was brought back to life for this terrible story and that now her part was done she might aswell go home. Then he vanished in a puff of smoke.

She then proceeded to do what was suggested and climb back into her grave.
All seemed well in the world as I continued my journey home.

The end...or is it...?

It wasn't the end of my adventure. In fact, it was just the begining.

It was barely 5 minutes after witnessing the undead Maria dying for a second time when suddenly, a man in a monkey suit carrying a basketball appeared around a corner.

Before I could react, he threw the ball at me. "Catch," he said.

Unfortunately, being clumsy and slow, the ball slipped past my fingers and slammed into my head.

I lost conciousness imediately.
When I woke up, I was in a room with.....

A copy of the Great Gatsby and a Subway Italian BMT on my bedside. I suddenly became aware of the fact that . . .

although I had no idea what a Subway Italian BMT was, I knew its name. Strange, I thought.

And the Great Gatsby? I had sworn never to read that book. Never ever!

i decided that it was about time . . .

to go visit my friend, Mergatroyd the happy hamster. Sure, he could be a bit too happy for my liking, especially when I wanted to stay miserable, but then I thought "what the hey".