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Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Wed Jan 25, 2017 8:42 pm UTC

You can add up to 50% to the story or change 50% of the story.
Expand the story.

The initial story:
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a dystopian society. Things happened, the end.
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Re: Story creation game

Postby Pied typer » Wed Jan 25, 2017 8:55 pm UTC

Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a dystopian society of turtles. Things happened, the turtles died, the end.

So… 10% by what measure?
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Re: Story creation game

Postby liberonscien » Wed Jan 25, 2017 8:57 pm UTC

Pied typer wrote:Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a dystopian society of turtles. Things happened, the turtles died, the end.

So… 10% by what measure?

If there are one hundred words, then you may add or change ten words. Or less, if you want.
If there are one thousand words, then one hundred.
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Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. Things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.

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Re: Story creation game

Postby stopmadnessnow » Thu Jan 26, 2017 2:29 pm UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. Disgusting, X-rated things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.
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Re: Story creation game

Postby liberonscien » Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:26 pm UTC

stopmadnessnow wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. Disgusting, X-rated things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name. Disgusting, X-rated things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.

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Re: Change the story

Postby Lawrencelot » Fri Jan 27, 2017 9:45 am UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name, and he was an avid forum gamer. Disgusting, X-rated things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.

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Re: Change the story

Postby ucim » Fri Jan 27, 2017 11:06 pm UTC

Lawrencelot wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name, and he was an avid forum gamer. Disgusting, X-rated things happened, the cybernetic turtles died, the end.


Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society. He was fond of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred . D disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in, the end.

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Re: Change the story

Postby patzer » Sat Jan 28, 2017 6:28 am UTC

ucim wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society. He was fond of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred . D disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in, the end.

Jose


Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society. He was fond of cybernetic turtles, donkeys, the history of Portugal, and his lover John Smith. Was his name David? Who knows. For he was anonymous, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose was surprised by this.

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Re: Change the story

Postby stopmadnessnow » Sat Jan 28, 2017 9:48 am UTC

patzer wrote:
ucim wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society. He was fond of cybernetic turtles. John Smith was his name, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred . D disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in, the end.

Jose


Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society, that was very familiar. He was fond of cybernetic turtles, donkeys, the history of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Pennisula, and his lover John Smith. Was his name David? Who knows. For he was anonymous, except to a Tibetan monk who lived up a lesser Everest knew who he was, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose was surprised by this. But then she had other things to worry about.

(Still not much cause and effect in this story, is there?)
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Re: Change the story

Postby ucim » Sat Jan 28, 2017 10:20 pm UTC

stopmadnessnow wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society, that was very familiar. He was fond of cybernetic turtles, donkeys, the history of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Peninsula, and his lover John Smith. Was his name David? Who knows. For he was anonymous, except to a Tibetan monk who lived up a lesser Everest knew who he was, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose was surprised by this. But then she had other things to worry about.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived up a lesser Everest. Was his name David? Who knows, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John Smith, and a Tibetan monk he was fond of. Jose was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: cybernetic turtles, donkeys, and the history of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew she was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things and lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whoever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose
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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Sun Jan 29, 2017 1:53 am UTC

ucim wrote:
stopmadnessnow wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived in a dystopian society, that was very familiar. He was fond of cybernetic turtles, donkeys, the history of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Peninsula, and his lover John Smith. Was his name David? Who knows. For he was anonymous, except to a Tibetan monk who lived up a lesser Everest knew who he was, and he was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things. As it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose was surprised by this. But then she had other things to worry about.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man who lived up a lesser Everest. Was his name David? Who knows, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John Smith, and a Tibetan monk he was fond of. Jose was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: cybernetic turtles, donkeys, and the history of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew she was an avid forum gamer who preferred disgusting, X-rated things and lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whoever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

Jose

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John Smith, and a Tibetan monk he was fond of. Jose, his twin sister, was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtles, the extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew she was an avid forum gamer who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things and who lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whoever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end.

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Re: Change the story

Postby patzer » Sun Jan 29, 2017 3:37 am UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtles, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whoever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end of a basilisk.
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands. –Douglas Adams

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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:55 pm UTC

patzer wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtles, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whoever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtles died in the end of a basilisk.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer, named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of a basilisk uprising.

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Re: Change the story

Postby ucim » Mon Jan 30, 2017 12:49 am UTC

liberonscien wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer, named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was, and as it happened, the cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of a basilisk uprising.


Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised by this, but then she had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal. The rest of the Iberian Peninsula knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer, named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest".,

and as it happened, t
The cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of a basilisk uprising.
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Re: Change the story

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Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, diamond smiles, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā".

The cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of a basilisk uprising.
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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Mon Jan 30, 2017 4:26 am UTC

patzer wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, diamond smiles, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā".

The cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of a basilisk uprising.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, diamond smiles, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister was surprised: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal and the rest of the Iberian Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, she set off to meet this Everest dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures.

The cybernetic turtle warriors died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

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Re: Change the story

Postby patzer » Mon Jan 30, 2017 6:34 am UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, diamond smiles, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family Anatidae on our hands. –Douglas Adams

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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:19 pm UTC

patzer wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, diamond smiles, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, except to his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years, She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors, the nascent extinction of the donkeys and the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, X-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate.

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Re: Change the story

Postby SirGabriel » Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:49 pm UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate.

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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Tue Jan 31, 2017 6:53 pm UTC

SirGabriel wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate.

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate. What was odd was the individual responsible for the noise.

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Re: Change the story

Postby ucim » Wed Feb 01, 2017 12:58 am UTC

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate. What was odd was the individual responsible for the noise. The copper hair stood out against his porcelain skin as he flashed a diamond smile. Literally.

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Re: Change the story

Postby liberonscien » Wed Feb 01, 2017 7:58 pm UTC

ucim wrote:Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate. What was odd was the individual responsible for the noise. The copper hair stood out against his porcelain skin as he flashed a diamond smile. Literally.

Jose

Once upon a time, there was a simple man with copper hair, topaz eyes, a diamond smile, and porcelain skin who lived in a secret wooden fortress on Mount Everest. Was his name David? No one knew, for he was anonymous, his true identity was known only by his lover John R. Smith, and a Tibetan monk whom he was fond of named Tenzin-Jose O'Reilly. His twin sister Siobhan was surprised when she learnt this: she had believed him to be a civil servant working in Paris. By the time she discovered the truth about his whereabouts, they had not spoken for 40 years. She now had other things to worry about: the prophesied rise of the cybernetic turtle warriors in Sagarmāthā, the nascent extinction of the donkeys, the lost history of the monarchs of Portugal, and the restaurants of the Liberian capital city, Peninsula. Her brother knew that she was an avid attendee of the local forum, and that she disliked her neighbor, an elderly gamer named Mildred who preferred to do disgusting, PG-rated things online with O'Reilly and who wished that she lived in a very familiar dystopian society.

Nonetheless, Siobhan eventually set off to meet this estranged-twin-brother-cum-Everest-dweller, whomever he was. With only a small backpack, she boarded the mag lev train for Nepal, naively expecting there to be a station labeled "Mount Everest". After a long and winding journey, the train eventually reached a station named "Sagarmāthā". Siobhan knew that Sagarmāthā was a strange and terrible place with wonderfully horrible creatures, so she stayed on the train and prayed that the Sagarmāthā cybernetic turtle warriors had died during the end of the basilisk uprising.

She suddenly heard a sound not unlike silverware on a plate. Upon investigation, she discovered that the noise was coming from the dining car and was in fact the sound of silverware on a plate. What was odd was the individual responsible for the noise. The copper hair stood out against his porcelain skin as he flashed her a diamond smile. Literally. The man continued scraping away at the plate for a moment, then put the knife down and showed her what he had carved into it.


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