~Build a Story~
 

this is a game lets build a story... this is how you do it... the first poster will post a sentence and you will add a continuation in it until it tells a story.. it has to make sens... ok lets start...

the story starts here... one sentence per post...


Kristina was a beautiful girl.. and is walking in the forest one day....

Kristina was a beautiful girl.. and is walking in the forest one day.... In her lurid reveries, her Saturnalia of sagacious, megalomaniacal conceptions of herself adorned and wreathed her debauched anlage of the calamitous demiurge she was to become.

I'm sorry, this is kinda of off subject, but what the hell did he just say!??? :weird:

Disregarding Skurai's post

Kristina continued to ponder why she described herself aloud this way every time she walked through the ferns and saplings of the forest. Normally, she strolled through the forest without ever encountering another individual, but on this occasion someone actually overheard her string of words, a boy maybe 9 or 10 years old. He approached her and...

said to her that she has a beutiful voice.. and warned her about a wicked bitch who steals voice,beauty and age of her victims... and the boy runned off to the bushes and vanishes...

Kristina was a beautiful girl.. and is walking in the forest one day.... In her lurid reveries, her Saturnalia of sagacious, megalomaniacal conceptions of herself adorned and wreathed her debauched anlage of the calamitous demiurge she was to become. However, Kristina was not aware that a likewise megalomanical alien being with 17 tentacles were observing her from a multi-colored spaceship in the sky and carefully plotting an abduction of her in order to match their mental powers.

(missed wallow and aya's posts)

and became Mantralord, supreme gaylord of the everliving.

what?? sens please

as the surpreme gaylord of everything the first order of business was to make the entire reality incapable of bearing any kind of offspring.

But then the lights faded and she awoke in the shade of a cherry blossom tree, wondering why she would dream of such nonsense.

Suddenly a noise.

She clamors to her feet and...

she noticed a pair of eyes in the bushes.

and an evil talking Panda emerges.

She thinks to herself, what an odd sight. A panda? Here? Must be those forest berries I ate.

and then she falls flat on the floor, pale as a fish. The next thing she knows, she's lying on a bed, and she notices...

...a gracefully aged woman standing above her with a gentle smile, holding a damp cloth to her head. The girl sighed in relief, feeling safe in the care of the woman, though she'd never seen her before in her life. Pulling the cloth away from her forehead, the older woman opened her mouth to speak...


Side note: We've had one of these before, right? We'll see how long this lasts, Aya. Most of the guys here fail at being serious, as you can see.

"dear child", the old woman said, "you have had a very high and dangerous fever and we have tried to tend you well"

"but, you have a silent incurable disease. Is there anything you would like to do before you pass on to the next world?"

As she contemplated her life up to this point, she realizes that she has never felt love.

not knowing the woman was the wicked bitch... and lied about the desease nd her death... the woman said that she will grant her wish in one condition... Kristina: "what's your conditon?" Old Woman: "just sign this piece of paper" *hands a piece of paper* Kristina: "but it's blank" Old woman: "just sign it!" Kristina: "i will think about it" Old woman: nearly boasting of anger "ok child just rest then" then goes to the kitchen....



side note: yeah i noticed the other guys aint that serious...

I thought mine was pretty serious... if I was dying at a young age, I would want to find love as my last wish... although that would be near impossible for me, as I don't believe in love, but that's neither here nor there. Oh well... I am now lost as to where the story is anyways...

no draco2003 your seriuos.... just the other guys.... just read my post and lets get back... and make some ses in posting....

Kristina's eyes widened at the sudden outburst of the old woman, and watched as she left the room. Pulling herself up into a sitting position with a bit of effort, as she was still rather weak, she smoothed her hands over the peice of paper that the woman had given her. She gazed at the paper for a few long moments before raising her eyes to look around the room. It was then that she noticed...

... the room was getting larger. Or was it getting smaller? It seemed to be doing both at once. "What was in that medicine the old woman gave me?" she asked.

she then stands up.. still a bit dizzy and opened the window and climed up of it until she got out of the house... she then crawled through the grasses until she is far from the house... then tried to hide in a big rock... almost fainting she saw a foot of a man standing infront of her... and fainted....

She awoke, again in the care of a stranger. She looked around for any signs of the old woman. There was none. The gentleman noticed she was awake, and approached her bedside.

"I f'and yee over yonder in the fields. Thoughtcha might'n been dead." He spoke with a drawl, but with sincerity. "You 'awnt sumthin' a eat? I gots' some fresh feed if'n ya are."

Then he walked into what looked like a kitchen and started to make breakfast for her. He was the witch dressed like a man. She put a little amount of a poition in the food and started walking to the girl. Then all of a sudden she felt something running down her forehead. she rased up one hand to see what it was. she was amased to se that it was blood.

She stared at the blood on her hand, unsure of what to think, afraid of the possibilities. She felt a drop of something hit her head, in the same area that the blood appeared. Unaware of the grin on the man's face, her eyes slowly wandered up in the direction of the dripping. There was a sharp intake of breath, and then a scream...

she then awoke in dark place and can't see a thing.... she then feeled her sorounding with her hand and touched something a torch and a match she then light up the torch and was shocked in what she saw... a maze and the wall made by bones she don't know which way to take as there are 3 direction... she then thinked....

She recalled a similar situation in a story that parents told kids if they ever got lost. Damn her memory. Now she wishes she would have paid attention to them. She held the torch up high, hoping to shed more light down each of the corridors that lay before her. She noticed that the paths to the left and right angled off at about 15 yards, where as the center path conitnued farther than the light would reach. Again, she stared in each direction, hoping that if she stared long enough, the correct path would show itself and she would be home free. But her path stayed hidden.

the sudennly she heard something. she lowered the torch to the ground and was shocked to sa a man bieng eaten slowly by worms. becouse of shock she runned and went to the path in the center.

She ran down the center path for what seemed like hours, only to find that it kept going. She paused to catch her breath, and looked behind her. She couldn't see how far along she had come, or how far she had to go, so she slowly gathered her wits and continued forward.

then se stopped an hour later and touched her selve

She realized she was going nowhere soon, so she sat down in the middle of the passageway. She did not want to go nowhere near the walls, for fear they were actually authentic human remnants. Moments later, footsteps sounded in her ears, yet they were a distance away. She then heard a voice, a hoarse voice of a man speaking in a normal tone. How she was hearing this man's voice, she did not know. Because although she could hear him, she knew she was not anywhere near his proximity. He spoke calmly, and said,"I know you are lost. For this maze is not easily conquered. I am the warlock called Sion, and when you walked into my woods, I instantly had you captured in a string of illusions. Few have walked out of my woods period, and even fewer have walked out unscathed. Because you are of the gentler sex, I will spare your life and will not harm you...If, you can defeat this maze. I will say no more..."

As she stood nervous, but relieved it was all an illusion, she closed her eyes. She concentrated on something other than where she was. She began sorting thoughts in her mind, trying to recall the last few days. When she opened her eyes, she was standing at the door of a small wood-and-stone framed cottage. She looked all around her and noticed there were no walls of flesh and no hard stone flooring covered in dried blood. All around her was the cool forest breeze, the sounds of birds chirping happily, rodents playing in the nearby bushes, and the beautiful smell of wet dirt from a light morning shower. She focused on the cottage in front of her.