The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his . . .
Over to the next author!
You must complete this sentence then stop somewhere in your next. At least twelve new words per post please.
Later: please copy/paste the previous assemblage before adding your own so the whole story can always be seen.
Good tactic to end mid-sentence with some kind of booby trap.
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the ...
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You are not looking too well, OG. Are you sure you are eating properly?
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the Snorgdobbles, the bright blue moon required a massive first strike on ...
Quote from: Gloucester on September 16, 2016, 06:42:46 PM
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You are not looking too well, OG. Are you sure you are eating properly?
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Oh, he's fine!
He just needs a really deep moisturizing cream.
Also, try to drink a little bit more water.
~That's all.
Continue with the story.
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the Snorgdobbles, the bright blue moon required a massive first strike on the enemy's far end. Since Splodd and Col. Retch ...
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the Snorgdobbles, the bright blue moon required a massive first strike on the enemy's far end. Since Splodd and Col. Retch had only three quorks and a half dozen twirps under their command and the enemy numbered 72 000, this might prove a little difficult.
But, honour demanded...
OT, glad its nothing serious OG, try goose grease, as good on the skin as it is on roast potatoes. Oh, you already look like a roast potato, not such a good idea then.
Thanks, guys, but ny dentist is working on it.
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the Snorgdobbles, the bright blue moon required a massive first strike on the enemy's far end. Since Splodd and Col. Retch had only three quorks and a half dozen twirps under their command and the enemy numbered 72 000, this might prove a little difficult.
But, honour demanded that they activate the haggis and sharpen their bagpipes. They burst into their battle-chant which sounded ...
The Moon was bright blue but, with the sky all but covered by the record numbers in the annual flying-pig migration, Splodd could barely see the end of his, but then Colonel Retch couldn't see the end of his at all. By the sacred warrior-code of the Snorgdobbles, the bright blue moon required a massive first strike on the enemy's far end. Since Splodd and Col. Retch had only three quorks and a half dozen twirps under their command and the enemy numbered 72 000, this might prove a little difficult.
But, honour demanded that they activate the haggis and sharpen their bagpipes. They burst into their battle-chant which sounded at dawn. The thunder of horse's hooves shattered the silence of the still morning air. As the.....