This claim is the first Jyte-game, a three word story, and I have commented on it per its description.
By
Jonathan Rascher
on May 24, 2007
OK, this is a three word story.
Basically, you add to the story by posting a comment with the next three words. You may use as many punctuation marks as you want. To prevent one person from monopolizing the game, you should not post multiple three-word chunks in a row, unless your last post ismore than an hour old. Finally, comments that are not intended to be part of the story's text should be included in brackets "[like this]".
Have fun!
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[I'm carrying over the beginning of the story from the inspiring claim.]
[Jonathan Rascher]
It was a
[Vynce]
dark day when
[Jonathan Rascher]
suddenly there was
[Prunnella]
the magnificent prune
so purple and
. In the distance
[Scratch my last comment.]
glowing with pruniness
[Also, to keep this a valid claim, anyone who comments on it should also agree with it.]
well, anyone who comments with a part of the story, perhaps. i'm not yet convinced that this is a good format; witness the problems with slippage (comments sneaking in under each other).
looking so sexy
that it was
hard to resist
taking a sniff
of newly found
prune juice. alas
its pruniness overcame
its sexiness. Luckily,
there was a
Prune Prince to
make love to
a peasant. Because
everyone knows peasants
adore the smell
of prune juice.
Prunes are so
lovely that the
zombies even love
to eat them.
Constipated or not,
because brains are
But thats not
[shall we unscramble these last two or just carry on?]
[I don't think it really matters, as long as you say which post you're adding on to.]
[KDF was clearly two comments late; i say ignore his.]
[btw, this is not the first jyte game, fwiw.]
[Vynce, I didn't know that. Which one was the first?]
[Continuing from Cobra's last post...]
quite tasty when
soaked in spicy
[that would be telling]
fried with butter
Thai curry sauce
[Scratch that]
[no, I think we have to scratch mine]
(I'm scratching Kara's.)<--3 words><-->t
. But nun's won't
eat them raw
before bed, as
regularity so brutal
finally sets in.
Suddenly in jest
(but not ingested)
he whips out
[i'm not touching this sentence again with a ten foot pole]
[A little too blatant, aye? Someone will take the bait.]
Maalox! The fiber
[Perhaps not part of the rules and maybe not even a good idea, here's the summary so far (to make it easier to contribute, I think):
It was a dark day when suddenly there was the magnificent prune so purple and glowing with pruniness looking so sexy that it was hard to resist taking a sniff of newly found prune juice. Alas its pruniness overcame its sexiness. Luckily, there was a Prune Prince to make love to a peasant. Because everyone knows peasants adore the smell of prune juice. Prunes are so lovely that the zombies even love to eat them. Constipated or not, because brains are quite tasty when soaked in spicy Thai curry sauce. But nun's won't eat them raw before bed, as regularity so brutal finally sets in. Suddenly in jest (but not ingested) he whips out Maalox! The fiber]
[I think posting periodic summaries is a great idea, Wyscan.]
was not strong
enough to break
through the impacted
Prince's sense of
[
This game looks fun, but it seems like it would make more sense to play in Pibb. I'm going to start a Word Game channel in Pibb if anybody is interested :)
]
humour. Poor plonker
didn't know that
being plugged up
would make him
so aroused. Reluctantly
tucked in his
shirt and then
walked up to
a billboard which
showed his third
wide in profile.
[typo! scratch!]
wife in profile.
Oh, the lament.
He mused, as
another creature nearby
watched him carefully;
[
Here's the current summary:
It was a dark day when suddenly there was the magnificent prune, so purple and glowing with pruniness, looking so sexy that it was hard to resist taking a sniff of newly found prune juice. Alas, it's pruniness overcame its sexiness. Luckily, there was a Prune Prince to make love to a peasant, because everyone knows peasants adore the smell of prune juice. Prunes are so lovely that the zombies even love to eat them, constipated or not, because brains are quite tasty when soaked in spicy Thai curry sauce, but nuns won't eat them raw before bed, as regularity so brutal finally sets in. Suddenly in jest (but not ingested) he whips out Maalox! The fiber was not strong enough to break through the impacted Prince's sense of humor. Poor plonker didn't know that being plugged up would make him so aroused. Reluctantly [he] tucked in his shirt and then walked up to a billboard which showed his third wife in profile. "Oh, the lament," he mused as another creature nearby watched him carefully;
]
Needless to say,
he had plans
to embellish her
with his sharpie
, which has been
taken from him
by a vicious