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SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game
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After the death of the country's two hundred year old king, Roddi the court jester was left to wonder what to do with the king's pet tiger.
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I was gonna wait until someone else posted, but I really need to be getting to bed. xD
"Well, saddle a rat and call me a pony," the old witch cackled, wringing her bony hands over a rather leaky silver cauldron.
"Well, saddle a rat and call me a pony," the old witch cackled, wringing her bony hands over a rather leaky silver cauldron.
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The roar of the engine, the buzz of the propellor, the demented howl of the wind in the gunports, the flick of arrows past the canopy - hang on, arrows?
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The spinning head and ringing in my ears reminded me once again that alcohol had nothing on the hangover that siren song could leave you with.
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"Let's go see Agincourt, she said - but she didn't say anything about the bloody mud, it's going to take days to get this lot off!"
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This is so cliche, I couldn't help but write it. xD
Allow me to plant this simple thought in your mind, in that this world you are yet living in could very well be the dream.
Allow me to plant this simple thought in your mind, in that this world you are yet living in could very well be the dream.
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The customer service representative approaching did not look happy, but Suzie was adamant, her brain was defective and she would not take on for an answer.
Gornak's attempt to drink wine from the skulls of his enemies was thwarted as the liquid ran out of the eyeholes, prompting a deep depression that lasted several days - until someone suggested using them as novelty snackbowls instead.
The pumpkin curse is upon me and I must sleep lest I take root and change fully, egads I feel the tendrils even now -- I spit upon the day I became enthralled and enslaved by the ghastly bite of the great pumpkin, doomed to walk the earth Gourdferatu: Werepumpkin!
Now that I have a chance to tell my side of the story, you will see I had very good reasons to electrify the Eiffel Tower.
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I'll see your cliché and raise you a mirror scene:
That morning, I looked in the mirror, expecting my normal blond hair and blue eyes; instead, what I found staring back at me was a unicorn--with a monacle.
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I'll see your cliché and raise you a mirror scene:
That morning, I looked in the mirror, expecting my normal blond hair and blue eyes; instead, what I found staring back at me was a unicorn--with a monacle.
*muses for a moment, then lays down the cards* I'm afraid I must fold. A mirror scene is simply too strong a hand.
I tugged at my empty pockets, knowing that I might have been able to win that game of exceptional skill and wit, had my opponent not been a unicorn--with a monocle.
That morning, I looked in the mirror, expecting my normal blond hair and blue eyes; perhaps strangely, that was exactly what I saw.
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"Holy Christ what's happenin' ta me", Peter exclaimed, as he looked into the mirror to find a unicorn with a monicle, some weird dudes, and an avatar staring back at him.
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Peter crawled from under the bed, his eyes cinched shut, praying that the image he had just seen in the mirror was an hallucination.
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As a therapist to embittered mythological creatures I hear many strange things, but listening to a cyclops talk about a boyhood crush on his unicorn neighbor was almost too much for me.