I was bored one day and suggested to a guildmate from a game I played that we should start a story on the forums.

He didn't want anyone to be left out, nor did he wish to offend anyone, so he and I set up a small list of rules. The game lasted until the guild was disbanded, about 9 years, and actually WAS fun as well as entertaining and interesting.(The story was about a boy that lost his family... He DID find them again, but SO much was added to the story, there were plot twists and extra story lines going on forever!)

Here are the rules as best as I can remember them. I hope you all have fun with it, like I know I shall!

 

Rule #1: No Vulgarity or suggestive words or comments or lines. Romance is(can be) a part of reality(or the story), but let's remember who can read the story! (ie: anyone)

Rule #2: Your addition to the story MUST make sense with both the story as well as the context within it's placement.

Rule #3: Try to make each addition (that is, your addition) more than 3 words. Sometimes fewer actually fit, but try anyways for more clarity to your addition.

Rule #4: Try to make character interactions make sense (and realistic). (ie: if a character probably wouldn't know how cook, he can't make a gormet meal.)

Rule #5: There is no such thing in the real world as a "wand of magic missiles", or "flying carpets" or "bags that can hold everything" nor can someone actually turn invisible. Keep your addition realistic.

Rule #6: Copy the previous post into YOUR post, because as the story goes on it WILL get larger! Keeping all the additions together will help make the story readable. (Here on WSS maybe just quote and remove all the extra stuff like names and code?)

Rule #7: Each addition must not only make sense, but must be ONE complete sentence. If your addition fits the previous addition before yours in the same paragraph, keep it there. If it needs to be the next paragraph, make it so. (It's not as hard as it sounds, trust me!)

Rule #8: Don't change another's addition. It's easy to want to fix a typo or even clarify another's words, but don't. They added what they added, and so will you.

Rule #9: Have fun with the story!!!

Rule #10(This is the hardest of them all): STAY IN TOUCH WITH THE STORYLINE FROM START TO END!

 

 Are we ready? My next post will be the first addition The story starts there:

 

 

=]

 

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake.

 

 

 

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aldentevontino:

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake.

 

 

 

=]

 

There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming.

 

 

There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming.

Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

 thanks for the rule tips

Bishop:

 

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake. There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming. Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

alex42ste:

Bishop:

 

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake. There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming. Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

As the cold settled into thier minds they contemplated how there crops would fare.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

As the cold settled into thier minds they contemplated how there crops would fare. They knew there were enough trees around parts of the field to protect against the wind, but they were mostly worried about the cold and possible sleet or hail.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

As the cold settled into thier minds they contemplated how there crops would fare. They knew there were enough trees around parts of the field to protect against the wind, but they were mostly worried about the cold and possible sleet or hail.
They huddled closely together, trying to stay warm.

 

rofl, that was good, Wise-picks.

Dear alex42ste: I must remind you of the rules. You're treading on thin ice here.

Rule #6: Copy the previous post into YOUR post, because as the story goes on it WILL get larger! Keeping all the additions together will help make the story readable. (Here on WSS maybe just quote and remove all the extra stuff like names and code?)

You HAVE been warned ! (I might even have to report abuse - hehe)

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake. There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming. Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

 

 

 

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake. There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming. Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

As the cold settled into thier minds they contemplated how there crops would fare. They knew there were enough trees around parts of the field to protect against the wind, but they were mostly worried about the cold and possible sleet or hail.
They huddled closely together, trying to stay warm.The children were frightened at the sound of the wind, so Mother Aldente began to sing, and everyone joined in.

"A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles of beer. Ya take one out and pass it around, 99 bottles of beer on the wall."

As the singing went on into the night, the daughter, Emily, calmed and dosed off. Mother Aldente looked over at her husband and smiled hoping they would make it through another of Lake Chickanie's fierce storms.

Father Aldente was hoping that smile meant she would get up and get him a bottle of beer, because all that singing made him thirsty. Mother Aldente did indeed stand up and went to hunt down a beer, but she remembered all the beer in the fridge was already gone but there was still some in the cupboard, although it was still warm.

"Oh I will just pour it over the snow", thought Mother Aldente. "That will keep it cold."

And out the door, in her bare lil feet, she went, warm bottle in hand. 

There once was a poor family of three that lived on a hill near a large lake. There was no firewood, electricity or candles and there was a big storm coming. Quickly, the family cut up their tables and charis, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Icy wind whistled through the cracked joints of the windowsill.

As the cold settled into thier minds they contemplated how there crops would fare. They knew there were enough trees around parts of the field to protect against the wind, but they were mostly worried about the cold and possible sleet or hail.
They huddled closely together, trying to stay warm.The children were frightened at the sound of the wind, so Mother Aldente began to sing, and everyone joined in.

"A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles of beer. Ya take one out and pass it around, 99 bottles of beer on the wall."

As the singing went on into the night, the daughter, Emily, calmed and dosed off. Mother Aldente looked over at her husband and smiled hoping they would make it through another of Lake Chickanie's fierce storms.

Father Aldente was hoping that smile meant she would get up and get him a bottle of beer, because all that singing made him thirsty. Mother Aldente did indeed stand up and went to hunt down a beer, but she remembered all the beer in the fridge was already gone but there was still some in the cupboard, although it was still warm.

"Oh I will just pour it over the snow", thought Mother Aldente. "That will keep it cold."

And out the door, in her bare lil feet, she went, warm bottle in hand.  She noticed that the snow closest to the door was yellow.

 

 on and on and on