Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: ...
Yale. I like it there. BTW, my name is Yim Yohnson.
Cheddar or gouda?
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 01:07:36.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: Dang
Elsewhere
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 01:05:03.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Bubblicious
The Bubbloids of Bubblex Prime.
Who shot J.R.?
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 01:03:38.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: nummy
pie
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 01:01:56.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Gag
It spits out a big purple chunk of nastiness...ewww, Barney. Heh.
I feed it a trout, a ferret, and 3 mangy llamas.
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 01:00:46.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: thus...
because cow brains
Posted on 2008-06-24 at 00:56:40.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: Aww shucks
Thank ya 
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 07:17:22.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Jonah enters the picture
Flower Shop
"Well this isn't how I expected us to meet."
The words left Jonah's mouth almost of their own volition, and he snapped his mouth shut as the last word came out, wondering first where the words came from, then wondering what in God's name had happened to him. His last memory was of being at the hospital...where the hell was he now, and how had he gotten here?
As these and more jumbled thoughts raced through his mind, he looked up to see the man staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face. I know just how you feel, friend, thought Jonah.
In the silent chaos of his own racing mind, it actually startled Jonah when the man spoke.
"I think I've gone insane..."
Jonah watched the man turn and walk toward the table and sit down, and tried to collect his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence.
"I...I think...you're not the only one, Josh. I think the whole world has gone insane."
The man seated turned to peer intently at Jonah when he heard his name spoken.
"Yes, I know you," said Jonah. "Your name is Josh Rood...I know you. But...I...I have no idea why I know you."
They shared a brief look of shared confusion and bewilderment. Jonah caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the window. He noted that he was wearing his casual knockaround clothing; his black jeans, black t-shirt, scuffed and well-worn biker's boots and his favorite leather jacket. He experienced a moment of blind panic as he realized he couldn't grasp a single shred of memory as to why these were his favorites, where he had purchased a single item, or when he had changed. He vaguely remembered wearing his business suit, showing up for work...and like a wisp of smoke, the details slipped through his fingers. He also took note of the crowbar in his hand, only now really noticing that it was there. Now why the hell do I have this? he wondered.
His thoughts snapped back to the present, in all its insanity. "My name is Jonah Hawke...at least I'm pretty sure it is. Do you know me, Josh? And for Christ's sake, do you know what's happening here?"
He took a long second to look around, and at least one answer came. He was in the flower shop...and he was safe. For the moment.
As he stepped toward Josh, meaning to sit down and try to collect the bloody chaos that was his mind, he absently stuck his free hand in his pocket and felt the butt of a pistol nestled inside. He snatched it from his pocket and looked at it with wild eyes, noting that it was a 9mm Glock. When it was fully in his hand he could tell by the weight that it was empty. He frantically wondered Why do I have an empty gun? And while we're at it, friends and neighbors, am I the one that emptied it? And at what? Or whom?
Since he seemed to be toting all sorts of wondrous toys and baubles, he ran his hands through his pockets, partially to see what other goodies were there, partially to see if there was any more ammo for the Glock, and partially to have something to do to keep from going insane.
He didn't find any ammo, but what he found just seemed crazier and crazier with each item. He came across a small ball of yarn (Ah, yes, I'm the Mad Knitter!), a deck of playing cards (so I can play poker with the voices in my head, no doubt), and a dog-eared copy of M.C. Escher's painting The House of Stairs, with its eye-fooling images of convoluted stairways and passages ((OOC: Google it if you want a visual reference.))
Then...the mother lode! Ah yes, friends and neighbors, some sanity in a bottle! From the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled a small pint-sized bottle of (sniff, sniff)...ah, yes, some fine Irish whiskey. He gave a little laugh, somewhat desperate, somewhat maniacal, as he found it.
He sat down heavily in a chair next to Josh and slammed the bottle on the table, briefly startling Josh. "I don't know about you, my friend, but I need a drink." He tipped the bottle in Josh's direction, said "Here's to the bloody end of it all," and took a healthy swig. He put the bottle back on the table and slid it toward Josh, taking brief note of the binder Josh was absently paging through. "So...I reiterate my previous questions. For the love of God, tell me you have some answers."
He waited for Josh's response, blindly hoping that more answers would come to him as time passed.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 04:48:22.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Take me to your Kleenex.
Because the cold virus is actually composed of tiny intelligent aliens who are the brains behind all the other stuff.
Why is chocolate milk brown?
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:44:16.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Bzzzzz...
^ is camping...with house-sized mosquitoes.
< is indeed full of win...to be full of lose is to be gassy.
v should stay downwind.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:42:03.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Nom nom nom
Glass of cookies...glass is tasty too.
Chuck Norris or the Swedish Chef?
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:39:59.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Send in da clones
Alas, it spits out about 25 M. Night Shyamalans.
I feed it a rope and a housecat.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:37:39.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Superman's changing room
Broom
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:36:22.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Homoocide
Kill those cows!
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:35:34.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: Hah
Who is plotting to kill the Venture Sisters and take all the glory?
A delicious bass.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:34:21.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: Bozo ftw
Clown suit
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:33:07.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Poof
Granted! The clean water is given...in your lap. Enjoy.
I wish I had a decent job.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:32:27.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Devil Dice
Because Satan lives in the d20. Woooooooo....
Why is gas so expensive?
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 03:06:19.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Glug glug
Granted! Gas is now free...but you have to drink it to make your car go.
I have Rolaids.
I wish I was the richest person in the world.
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 03:03:29.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Nom nom nom
^ has been stealth-licking me again, dangit.
< only mourns that Jessica Alba isn't my wife. Heh.
v must call Jessica and tell her to marry me 
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 03:00:57.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Whippersnappers!
90...Geritol and oatmeal rock.
Silk or satin?
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 02:57:01.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Shlurp
It spits out the hollow M & M's, with the peanuts rudely sucked out.
I feed it a map of Borneo.
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 02:52:54.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Rooby Roo
Fred (from Scooby Doo...his ascot rocks-hehe)
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 02:51:16.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: mooby
cows like galoshes
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 02:49:49.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: Chilly
Ice Sculpture
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 02:49:00.
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