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29-04-2014, 08:18 PM
RE: The Story Thread
(29-04-2014 08:15 PM)LostandInsecure Wrote:  A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling.
Roger was tired I the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.

Uh, okay, damn. Take away the last sentence I posted and I'm going off this!

"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"

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29-04-2014, 08:21 PM
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A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.

Then raptor jesus. THE END> A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete


THEN RAPTOR JESUS BECOMES THEIR LORD AND SAVIOR THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!

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29-04-2014, 08:21 PM
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(29-04-2014 08:18 PM)Miss Suzanne Wrote:  Uh, okay, damn. Take away the last sentence I posted and I'm going off this!

"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"

What huh? I missed your post but I edited in.

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29-04-2014, 08:23 PM
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(29-04-2014 08:21 PM)ThePaleolithicFreethinker Wrote:  A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.

Then raptor jesus. THE END> A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete


THEN RAPTOR JESUS BECOMES THEIR LORD AND SAVIOR THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is there some reason why you insist on ruining our fun?

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29-04-2014, 08:27 PM
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Why derail, when you can have a rail! (Slightly under your neck, shaking from a nearby approaching train.)

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29-04-2014, 08:32 PM
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A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"

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29-04-2014, 08:35 PM
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A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
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Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's.

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29-04-2014, 08:41 PM
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29-04-2014, 08:42 PM
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A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
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Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying.

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29-04-2014, 08:45 PM
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A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
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Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "

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