Welcome to the Adventures of Slabamatisacool! This thread will hold a story in which (almost) everyone can write. It's kind of like RP'ing, but everyone has the same characters, and can add new ones. For example:
Person 1 posts: Bob slowly arose from his bed. He made his way to the kitchen where he made himself breakfast.
Person 2: After it was done, Bob walked outside, not knowing the danger that was around him. Suddenly a ninja star pierced Bob's shirt, minorly wounding him.
Person 3: Bob tore the ninja star out of his shirt and threw it at the culprit, hitting him. Bob then walked back inside, needing to sew up his shirt.
(It won't be THAT short.)
Now you can go for as long as 5 sentences, or you can stop at 2. Also, the ENTIRE story must be in book format. Use descriptive words: Don't just type "He said, she said, he said," or "He slowly made his way outside where he slowly sat down and watched TV, slowly."
Signups:
JNFS2014
DrHobo2
Triforce_Luigi
Shujinco
SUPERKOOL
Baby Chop
Alex
Mary Sue.
Ishmail
Isaac
Hawk
Vaatix
Silvrar
Moron
Zarniwoop
Mephistopheles
Slartibartfast
Overlord Dick Cheney
Signups go.
"Slabamastisacool"? That wasn't one of the suggestions.
Quote from: Dr.Hobo2 on April 10, 2009, 05:05:27 PM
Slartibartfast
Win.
It was a combonation of them all.
You can call him Slabama for short.
Um...so when does it start?
Tomorrow. More people can sign up, but they have to be accepted before continuing the story.
*signs up*
((From not on, all the registrations will be by PM. Also, when not referring to Slabama, please use (()) or OOC.))
Slabamatisacool woke up one morning feeling sick. He slowly got out of bed and went into his brother, Slobamatisacool,'s room.
"Slobama," our hero uttered,"I don't feel well. I feel like I swollowed something I shouldn't have."
Slobama looked at him. "Then what the heck are you doing in my bed! You're not fapping to my secret stash, are you?"
Slabama pondered that for a second. "Was that what I ate?" he silently questioned. But before he figured it out, he suddenly lost every meal from yesterday onto Slobama, in the form of rainbow-colored chunks.
"Oh cra-----" Slobama started, but was silenced as the chunks mercilessly hit his face.
A few hours and punches later.....
"Dude that's jacked up," Slabartfast, their roomate said, hearing Slobama's wretched tale. "I wonder why I moved in with you two! Oh yeah, the rum." Slabartfast walked over to the fridge. Opening it, he pulled out his special type of rum: Crescent Isle rum.
"Hm...that reminds me," Slabama thought out loud,"how me and Slobama met you."
((Be creative in the flashback, Hobo. ;)))
Just then, the room began to ripple and turn into a scene at the park. Slabama and Slobama walked up to Slabart. "Hey, we should be roommates together." said Flashback Slabama.
"Yeah, that sound's fin-"
But just then Slabama's flashback was cut short due to a shapr pain in his head. "OW! What was that for?"
"Dude! That's not how it went." Slobama said putting his hand down by his side again. "Can't you remember anything? We hit...no, you hit Slabarfast in the back of the head with a football, knocking him out. Then we had to make it up by letting him stay here and drinking ALL our rum!" He said mumbling something else as he continued what he was doing...which happened to be lazily doing nothing.
((Oh, BTW, is there some sort of general plot you have planned out or is it simple a go-with-the-flow kind of story?))
((Go with the flow. And make it silly and funny. Oh character profiles:
Slabama: Our stupid hero. He does gay random things.
Slobama: A hardworking man who is a bit too proud of himself.
Slabartfast: A former sailor who has a thing for rum.))