Spoiler: Ting-tang, ding-a-ling! Ting-tang, ding-a-ling! or so it went.

Spoiler: And so it continued going neither moving forward nor backward nor sideways nor anyplace at all just frozen in place.

Spoiler: The brothers Rigor & Mortis, were having a battlefield day.

Spoiler: Yet this characteristic spike Spoiler: persists in her EEG.

Spoiler: From a distance it seemed so silly though, to think that one family's entire existence could be so intimately tied to three little words: death by hanging.

Spoiler: All this surprised Ludwig greatly given as he was to bouts of vertigo and periods of anxiety so intense that he was unlikely to go outside regardless of the weather or the occasions that might await him. When he did venture out, he required a companion, a safety net which was most often a giant stuffed rabbit named Umberto

Spoiler: How one goes about naming objects of an inanimate nature is largely determined by the semblance it has to the thing which it represents.

Spoiler: In the end, however, the dead stay dead.

Spoiler: Many were the times we tried (and failed) to stop the abominable course of events.

Spoiler: It was unlike those carnivals upon ocean liners, and those ocean liners filled with inconceivable delights.

Exquisite Corpse #2
 

Cantilevering across the causeways, the visions became speckled eels. Yet no one dared think of them as slippery, rather, slick. But the trick, you see, is how you grasp them by the tails. Thinking fins Alfonso began to studiously rub himself with teriyaki sauce assuming that the transition between surfaces licked should be seamless as possible. The blades of grass band players needed to catch their breath. Putrid is insufficient when it comes to describing it. There isn't anything halfway about it: there is a story there somewhere. "Consider the alternative," someone soon declared. More professional wailers arrived than were necessary. It became a tintinnabulation parade. The ringing in his ears was disorienting not only scrambling his sense of balance but also his sense of how objects were arranged in space relative to ear other with the result that he was afraid to make even the slightest movement for fear of falling down or bumping into something. Ting-tang, ding-a-ling! Ting-tang, ding-a-ling! or so it went. And so it continued going neither moving forward nor backward nor sideways nor anyplace at all just frozen in place. The brothers Rigor & Mortis, were having a battlefield day. Yet this characteristic spike persists in her EEG. From a distance it seemed so silly though, to think that one family's entire existence could be so intimately tied to three little words: death by hanging. All this surprised Ludwig greatly given as he was to bouts of vertigo and periods of anxiety so intense that he was unlikely to go outside regardless of the weather or the occasions that might await him. When he did venture out, he required a companion, a safety net which was most often a giant stuffed rabbit named Umberto. How one goes about naming objects of an inanimate nature is largely determined by the semblance it has to the thing which it represents. In the end, however, the dead stay dead. Many were the times we tried (and failed) to stop the abominable course of events. It was unlike those carnivals upon ocean liners, and those ocean liners filled with inconceivable delights.

i like this story,

Can't wait for the flick.

excellent. more! more!

Spoiler: We have now reached the halfway point, but that is of no consequence.

Spoiler: 'Everything has consequences,' she laughed, 'they are the heartbeat of experience.'

The flightiness Spoiler: he exhibitied at critical moments made of him a most problematic hero in any situation.

Spoiler: But a word of caution: one can usually flee a social situation or a heated confrontation, on most counts, but one cannot flee one's own mind.

Spoiler: Confused about the boundary between inside and outside and even more about what might separate the profile of his head from that of an enormous orange bird in despair he sits on a bench along the boardwalk.

Spoiler: Above which the skies glowered with a deepening purple hue, as though it were a welt running its painful course with uncanny hurriedness.

Seeing in this movement a reproach Spoiler: he resolved to allow his bird self to separate entirely from his human self, rear itself up and tear at the flesh of the next hurried passer-by.

Carrion: His first Spoiler: born's name.

And yet, he would not Spoiler: take his coffee double-double, like any other self-respecting human being.

Spoiler: Simply because the burden was far too heavy and the bag too flimsy to hold the weight.

Spoiler: Meanwhile far overhead pieces of boxes of partially cooked chicken were sliding about the cargo hold of a jet, banging repeatedly against the hatch which seemed, unaccountably, to be about to let go and

Spoiler: then reason why such an extreme was not only possible but necessary.

She appeared, Spoiler: like mist in the darkness of a dreary night, and as she stepped into the lamplight, he noticed she

[spoiler]had scribbled out the 'is near' part of her sign, leavingSpoiler:
'the end', clearly visible.[/end spoiler]

Yeah..on purpose.

Exquisite Corpse #3
 

We have now reached the halfway point, but that is of no consequence. 'Everything has consequences,' she laughed, 'they are the heartbeat of experience.' The flightiness he exhibited at critical moments made of him a most problematic hero in any situation. But a word of caution: one can usually flee a social situation or a heated confrontation, on most counts, but one cannot flee one's own mind. Confused about the boundary between inside and outside and even more about what might separate the profile of his head from that of an enormous orange bird in despair he sits on a bench along the boardwalk. Above which the skies glowered with a deepening purple hue, as though it were a welt running its painful course with uncanny hurriedness. Seeing in this movement a reproach he resolved to allow his bird self to separate entirely from his human self, rear itself up and tear at the flesh of the next hurried passer-by. Carrion: His firstborn's name. And yet, he would not take his coffee double-double, like any other self-respecting human being. Simply because the burden was far too heavy and the bag too flimsy to hold the weight. Meanwhile far overhead pieces of boxes of partially cooked chicken were sliding about the cargo hold of a jet, banging repeatedly against the hatch which seemed, unaccountably, to be about to let go and then reason why such an extreme was not only possible but necessary. She appeared, like mist in the darkness of a dreary night, and as she stepped into the lamplight, he noticed she had scribbled out the 'is near' part of her sign, leaving 'the end', clearly visible.

I so enjoyed being a part of that, Thank you Baraka_Guru, et al. what a neat experience. I would very much love to play again. I am not a comfortable leader though, much prefer to follow and support good leaders, anyone, anyone.......:):oogle::)

Spoiler: The radio loop emanated like a siren, but it wasn't as persistent as the budgie in the cage hanging in the window across the alley.

Spoiler: Carapace hands fumbled with slippers, robe & lantern

Spoiler: Even Adam West would have been befuddled by the tomfoolery going on within the kitchen pantry.

Spoiler: The rat tried to drag a wooden spoon, down into the hole
beneath the sink cupboard.
His attempts to force the six inch horizontal gnaw-stick, into a round opening,
proved fruitless.