Story Game!

[boxer810]

Okay, the concept is pretty simple. I'll start the story, one sentence. The next person adds a sentence, and so on and so on. It can get really fun and crazy so I'm excited to see how it plays out! Okay here goes....


One dark and stormy day in late July....

 

[Synon Zelra]

There suddenly appeared a shadow ...

 

[Peter Parka]

in the strip bar over the road.

 

[boxer810]

You could feel the evil gathering in the air.

 

[MfChaos]

Silent, yet pounding in my ears.

 

[Saffy]

Saffy was dancing around the pole at the strip club, totally oblivious as to what was going on outside or what the evil was that was gathering in the air.

 

[Wicked Uncouth]

Suddenly, the strip club door swings open, followed by a donkey storming into the building.

 

[keano]

The donkey runs up to the bar..."shot of Sambuka please...

 

[Saffy]

Before the donkey could take his drink he removes the head of his donkey suit.

 

[Siphorous]

Lo and behold! For the expected became the unexpected when instead of the head of a human being revealed, in true russian doll fashion - there was a donkey inside the donkey suit.

 

[pinkporridge]

he took the shot of sambuca set it on fire and threw it on the barman..

 

[pinkporridge]

even tho he doesnt have thumbs..

 

[Siphorous]

Little did that donkey know - the barman was in fact a real life Cecil L'ively who just laughed at the donkey before roasting it alive for a crispy, well done donkey steak.

 

[Thornless]

"Shit, I over cooked it again, I wanted medium-rare. I always do that!." The bartender exclaimed.

 

[pinkporridge]

the bar man scraped the burnt bits off and eats the donkey steak anyway

 

[Siphorous]

The barman decides enough is enough and asks a colleague to clean up the debris resulting from the barbequed donkey and decides to leave for the evening, his shift being over. As he exits the bar, the barman is not in his usual street - but in the wild wild west and finds himself adorned with period appropriate attire. He looks behind at a pair of saloon doors, looks down at his cowboy boots and is mystified.

 

[DuhhhBlond]

because he has stepped in some psychadelic cow shit
the likes of which you nor I nor the bartender has ever seen before
and apparently this acid-tripping cow was infested with hook worms
but not just your average hookworm
these little worms have hooks sticking out of their heads
like fishhooks
like someone was using them for fishing bait and somehow the cow ate them
the bartender is dumbfounded and wonders how this could have ever happened
and thinks he should have never ate that piece of barbequed donkey tail