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Post by Rusty Trosclair on Feb 1, 2004 23:10:28 GMT -5
If you went to NSU circa 1999-2001, you know what the Story Dong is all about. We used to go hang out in the quad late at night and pass around a tree branch, telling one huge story. Each person said a few lines of the story and passed around the story dong. So, here it is for all you Wazooteers to keep the tradition alive! So, please, post the fuck out of this thread. Josh Robert wants it that way.
Some rules, I gues.
When posting a reply, just use the handy little quote button to compile what has already been posted, and continue the tale. Most important... HAVE FUN WITH THIS!
When this thing has died down or ends, I might even compile it and post it as an article in the Read Stuff section of the main page!
And on with the story...
The man ran through the alleyway, through the trash and the puddles of rainwater. His trenchcoat kept him relatively dry from the light drizzle, and as he ran headlong through the city, the man kept looking over his shoulder, fear etched on the rugged lines of his face. This man was running from something... something that was gaining on him with every twist and turn in these forgotten alleyways. The man turned a corner, and saw a small group of vagrants trying to keep dry under an awning. Their trash fire burned bright in the night, like a ray of hope in the desolate urban sprawl, but also like a beacon, the man thought. One of the bums looked up at him with drunken eyes and spoke...
CONTINUE!
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Post by RikkuSuave on Feb 1, 2004 23:23:52 GMT -5
The man ran through the alleyway, through the trash and the puddles of rainwater. His trenchcoat kept him relatively dry from the light drizzle, and as he ran headlong through the city, the man kept looking over his shoulder, fear etched on the rugged lines of his face. This man was running from something... something that was gaining on him with every twist and turn in these forgotten alleyways. The man turned a corner, and saw a small group of vagrants trying to keep dry under an awning. Their trash fire burned bright in the night, like a ray of hope in the desolate urban sprawl, but also like a beacon, the man thought. One of the bums looked up at him with drunken eyes and spoke... "Gnurffington slurpy znorgfur!" the bum muttered unintelligably, before falling to the ground with a sickning thud. "Poor drunk bastard." The man observed, walking slowly closer to the fire. He rubbed his hands together as he stepped over the body of the poor drunk body on the ground, and had to catch himself as he nearly tripped headlong into the heat of the bonfire. "We're under attack!" Said the man to the left of him, raising his bottle high over his head before he dropped into the fetal position. "Keep it quiet over there, Jenkins!" Sloshed someone from the darkness. The man kept looking over his shoulder, nervously as he warmed his hands, for he feared he'd been seen coming into the alley. He felt a cold, clammy hand on his shoulder, and he turned with a start to find.... |
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Post by purple elephant on Feb 2, 2004 7:48:09 GMT -5
"Gnurffington slurpy znorgfur!" the bum muttered unintelligably, before falling to the ground with a sickning thud. "Poor drunk bastard." The man observed, walking slowly closer to the fire. He rubbed his hands together as he stepped over the body of the poor drunk body on the ground, and had to catch himself as he nearly tripped headlong into the heat of the bonfire. "We're under attack!" Said the man to the left of him, raising his bottle high over his head before he dropped into the fetal position. "Keep it quiet over there, Jenkins!" Sloshed someone from the darkness. The man kept looking over his shoulder, nervously as he warmed his hands, for he feared he'd been seen coming into the alley. He felt a cold, clammy hand on his shoulder, and he turned with a start to find.... an old,cracked woman, looking up at him. Shes squints, as if wondering if she has seen him somewhere before, and sensing his fear, she smiles "they aren't far behind you! stopping here and now is going to be the end for you!!" grabbing on to his coat as he starts to back away, revulsion and fear clear on his face "who are you" he pleads, "i dont remember anything!" |
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Post by Rusty Trosclair on Feb 2, 2004 12:30:07 GMT -5
an old,cracked woman, looking up at him. Shes squints, as if wondering if she has seen him somewhere before, and sensing his fear, she smiles "they aren't far behind you! stopping here and now is going to be the end for you!!" grabbing on to his coat as he starts to back away, revulsion and fear clear on his face "who are you" he pleads, "i dont remember anything!" "You need to see The Saint then, young man," the old women whispered in the man's ear, her breath a nauseating mix of cheap whiskey and rotting teeth. She clutched his arm once, and disappeared into the shadows behind a building. The man turned around to look at the other bums, hopefully to get some questions answered. "Look, fellas, who the hell is this Saint character...?" the man asked. But the alleyway was quiet and devoid of life, the trash fire the only reminder that it was ever occupied. The man was mystified, but he knew better than to stay in one place for too long. "They" couldn't be far behind. "They" were hot on his trail, and every pause could be the difference between life and death. "I guess The Saint will have to wait," the man muttered into the night. "I need to keep moving." Just as the man ran through the alley, he heard a female voice from a darkened doorway. "The Saint is this way, Bruce, please, if you want to remember, you must come this way." A hand beckoned from the dark doorway, soft and feminine in the muted light from the civilized world, filtered in these alleys as if an afterthought. "Is... is that my name?" the man asked? "Who are you?" The hand beckoned impatiently. "Please, Bruce, there is little time," the female voice, deep and impossible sexy, once more spoke. The man looked nervously around. "Where else do I have to go?" he asked the empty alleyway. He walked into the doorway. |
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Post by Shiitake Mushroom-head on Feb 2, 2004 18:20:14 GMT -5
"You need to see The Saint then, young man," the old women whispered in the man's ear, her breath a nauseating mix of cheap whiskey and rotting teeth. She clutched his arm once, and disappeared into the shadows behind a building. The man turned around to look at the other bums, hopefully to get some questions answered. "Look, fellas, who the hell is this Saint character...?" the man asked. But the alleyway was quiet and devoid of life, the trash fire the only reminder that it was ever occupied. The man was mystified, but he knew better than to stay in one place for too long. "They" couldn't be far behind. "They" were hot on his trail, and every pause could be the difference between life and death. "I guess The Saint will have to wait," the man muttered into the night. "I need to keep moving." Just as the man ran through the alley, he heard a female voice from a darkened doorway. "The Saint is this way, Bruce, please, if you want to remember, you must come this way." A hand beckoned from the dark doorway, soft and feminine in the muted light from the civilized world, filtered in these alleys as if an afterthought. "Is... is that my name?" the man asked? "Who are you?" The hand beckoned impatiently. "Please, Bruce, there is little time," the female voice, deep and impossible sexy, once more spoke. The man looked nervously around. "Where else do I have to go?" he asked the empty alleyway. He walked into the doorway. What he emerged into was quite the opposite of what he would have expected from the looks of the building's exterior. The plush decorations staggered him and he had to turn around to see if he had indeed entered this place from that same dark, dank alley he had just moments before been running through. As his eyes drank in the scenery before him, a feminine form beckoned to him from a doorway further inside of the building. "The Saint awaits you, Bruce", the voice said, "he has all the answers." "Dont think the King will let you waste anymore time" the voice exclaimed while a delicate hand beckoned him forth. Shaking his head, still wondering what he was doing here, he stepped from the room into the doorway. Instantly he was immersed in low red light and attacked by the pungent smell of Arabic incense. As he sneezed several times, his eyes caught sight of an incredibly fat man sitting on a large mound of pillows. The fat man took a long drag off of his Shisha pipe and studied Bruce for what seemed like hours. At long last he spoke.... |
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Post by the magician on Feb 2, 2004 22:16:32 GMT -5
"Did no one tell you that you had dog shit on your shoe?" Bruce walked out the door to find himself thigh-deep in tofu. He looks around and sees midgets in full scuba gear swimming around in the tofu. Bruce picks one up out of the water and asks him,"Where am I, and what are yuo guys doing swimming around in this shit?" The midget looks at Bruce, takes out his mouthpiece and says," Dude this is our backyard, it's always like this." Bruce lets the midget go and walks around the house and he is appears in an arena of some sort. He looks around and finds out that it's the New Orleans Arena.
NEXT!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Shiitake Mushroom-head on Feb 4, 2004 5:10:36 GMT -5
What he emerged into was quite the opposite of what he would have expected from the looks of the building's exterior. The plush decorations staggered him and he had to turn around to see if he had indeed entered this place from that same dark, dank alley he had just moments before been running through. As his eyes drank in the scenery before him, a feminine form beckoned to him from a doorway further inside of the building. "The Saint awaits you, Bruce", the voice said, "he has all the answers." "Dont think the King will let you waste anymore time" the voice exclaimed while a delicate hand beckoned him forth. Shaking his head, still wondering what he was doing here, he stepped from the room into the doorway. Instantly he was immersed in low red light and attacked by the pungent smell of Arabic incense. As he sneezed several times, his eyes caught sight of an incredibly fat man sitting on a large mound of pillows. The fat man took a long drag off of his Shisha pipe and studied Bruce for what seemed like hours. At long last he spoke.... As the insane vision began to get out of control, The Saint spoke seemingly into Bruce's head, coaxing him back into reality. "I am sure you want to know what that was about?" The Saint asked. "Unfortunately I dont have the answer to that, but I can tell you what is causing it" explained The Saint. "You have what is called a neural-transmitter somewhere in your head", stated The Saint, "installed there during your stay at a top-secret military installation. What exactly you were doing there, I dont know, but I do know that your stay was involuntary. It seems to me that you were the subject of some bizare government experiment." "What are you talking about, fat man?" Bruce asked angrily. "I havent ever been held anywhere against my will and I know that I never will be. I would rather die than lose my freedom." "Refuse to believe me if you wish", The Saint sighed, "but I believe that you are running away from some people right now. These men who seek you out are but a few hundred yards away from my door. If you feel the need to, I can have you escorted outside to meet these men. Maybe they can give you a more satisfactory answer. I warn you, though, that if you choose to go and face them, you may never have the opportunity to learn of the other powers you may have been innundated with." "Powers? Bruce asked. "What powers are you talking about?"..... |
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Post by purple elephant on Feb 4, 2004 6:09:38 GMT -5
quote from Luke who seemed to forget how to use the quote button :""Did no one tell you that you had dog shit on your shoe?" Bruce walked out the door to find himself thigh-deep in tofu. He looks around and sees midgets in full scuba gear swimming around in the tofu. Bruce picks one up out of the water and asks him,"Where am I, and what are yuo guys doing swimming around in this shit?" The midget looks at Bruce, takes out his mouthpiece and says," Dude this is our backyard, it's always like this." Bruce lets the midget go and walks around the house and he is appears in an arena of some sort. He looks around and finds out that it's the New Orleans Arena. ""As the insane vision began to get out of control, The Saint spoke seemingly into Bruce's head, coaxing him back into reality. "I am sure you want to know what that was about?" The Saint asked. "Unfortunately I dont have the answer to that, but I can tell you what is causing it" explained The Saint. "You have what is called a neural-transmitter somewhere in your head", stated The Saint, "installed there during your stay at a top-secret military installation. What exactly you were doing there, I dont know, but I do know that your stay was involuntary. It seems to me that you were the subject of some bizare government experiment." "What are you talking about, fat man?" Bruce asked angrily. "I havent ever been held anywhere against my will and I know that I never will be. I would rather die than lose my freedom." "Refuse to believe me if you wish", The Saint sighed, "but I believe that you are running away from some people right now. These men who seek you out are but a few hundred yards away from my door. If you feel the need to, I can have you escorted outside to meet these men. Maybe they can give you a more satisfactory answer. I warn you, though, that if you choose to go and face them, you may never have the opportunity to learn of the other powers you may have been innundated with." "Powers? Bruce asked. "What powers are you talking about?"..... ..."and while we're at it, what the hell is 'innundated'? did u not know i didn't make it past 5th grade!!!! why the hell do you use such big words!!!" The Saint sighs, only just realising just how stupid Bruce is, wondering why 'they' couldn't have choosen someone smarter. "forget about that for now... focus on what im about to tell you. The powers i was telling you about. Have you ever wondered why those teddy bears are following you around all the time?" "well", replies Bruce, "I thought i was crazy and they were a figment of my imagination". "You have the power to inanimate stuffed...." "there you go again with the big fucking words!" Bruce exclaims, gettin more and more frustrated, but the Saint ignores him, "animals, and are able to command them to do your bidding, they follow you, waiting for orders. Another power you may not realise you have, but if hold either of your hands like an imaginary gun, and use the ring finger and a trigger, you can fire hot jelly for a 100 yards, rendering your target useless as the jelly hardens". what the hell kind of powers are those? Why am I still listening to this freak!! im going to take my chances with the outside world, bruce thinks, backing his way to the door. "be careful, Bruce. Nothing is as it seems anymore, you see, since you have been in here, 1000 years have passed and it will not be the world you left, beware!!" Bruce flings open the door..... |
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