The rules are simple! All you have to do is tell a story...as a group! What do I mean? Each person can only post three words toward the story per post, and can't post again until 3 others have posted. Once someone thinks the sentence is done, end it with a period, and start a new one. Punctuation does not count as a word, nor do spelling corrections. Be sure to include the words from earlier posts so that we all know what's going on. It's been mentioned that some would like to not make it terribly silly, and instead actually tell a story, so keep that in mind!
Actually, there are two games going on in this thread. Hence the read in between the lines title. Congratulations on noticing!
Example: The cat ate
Each page of the thread, there will be a subject you will have to create a pun for at the top (or closest participating post)
Next post: The cat ate a juicy fish
I'll choose the first one, but anyone can pick the topic so long as they are the first to post it at the top. Be sure your puns are in white text so the other players don't catch on!
Next Post: The cat ate a juicy fish when he went
So to start us off, lets have the first subject be Geology puns. Anything having to do with rocks!
And so on. It should be easy to just copy the story and add a word to your next post. Don't quote anything, just copy, paste, and post. Have fun!
Please one pun per post. Don't want to take them all!
Let's get started!
I hope people don't take this one for Granite.
8/20/12 - 12/5/12
Once upon an autumn evening, when fireflies take flight, there were dragons flying above the pond in Willowdale. Contrariwise, red leviathans had dived into the depths of Willowdale's wells, wallowing within their aqueducts. The people who lived in south Willowdale were dead because their liege was fettered by the Lord Steelhold, the Hammer. He revoked the right to peaceably perform in the fief. Obviously, this was a violation of the fief that wasn't intended for such drastic measures. The forces of good mourned the performers of classical legend and historical ballads, knowing that without them, the epics would surely become forgotten lore. Scribed in haste, bards and orators knew time was running short. They decided to fall as one and take treason against this great loss. The people hid the fireflies- STOP! Stop oppressing them, the jabberwockian peasants cried.