New Story Concept (FUN)

[Metaliturtle]

Here's the concept, it's like a succession game, only it's an open-ended succession story.

THE RULES:
1. You may only write up to 5 Sentences at a time.
2. You may not write more of the story untill 2 others have added to it.
3. You may not end the story (I will if it goes into a wild tangent, or gets too far into the future)
4. Only the person who creates a character can ok that character's death, for instance, if Sovy made a villian, Civman would need Sovy's permission to write about the villian's demise.
5. Keep established character traits on other people's characters.
6. I really hope this works, I'm going to start.

Ghandi Looked around, he had a plan, WORLD DOMINATION. "Ha" he thought, "I'll act all peaceful, but when they're all givin me stuff and telling me how cool I be, I'll just take out one of them, not a large one, but a small one. Then I'll take a larger one, and then a larger one, and then a larger one, 'till all are done."

Get the idea? Let's see your creativity writers!

[roadcage]

How can I possibly develop a character in 5 sentences?

[Metaliturtle]

start one, and then when it's your turn develop him more, or set it up like I did, where Ghandi is going to be a pacifist for most of the story, but does have an excuse to go apesh*t at the end.

[Samuel Johnson]

General Abraham Lincoln surveyed the damage at Khobar Towers as the FBI combed the terrorist site. He walked all that morning through the rubble and ended in front of an FBI team gathered around something and talking excitedly. It was the chassis of the truck that obviously carried the suicide bomber. But it was the item that was on the truck floor that caught his attention. It was a Persian rug and taped to its underside was an envelope.

[Sovy Kurosei]

An FBI Member picked up the envelope. Abe Lincoln demended to be handed the envelope, in his gruff voice. Lincoln, using a small swiss army knife, opened the letter. In the letter, it said, "This is only the beginning,". The letter was sloppily written, as if it were written by a foriegner or Grade 1 student.

[Jaguar]

Alexander sat in his office, watching CNN's report on his suicide bombing, laughing sinisterly. His country, Greece, was the least powerful when he had taken over, but that was going to change. His small country was massing top of the line tanks, and preparing to take over India. Alexander's plan was to make Ghandi a puppet, and then combine Indian manpower with Greek scientific prowess, and engage in a limited war against China in the hopes of a lot of tribute to economically fuel his growing Greek empire. In the meantime, he was sending out suicide bombers to try to convince the nations on the other continent that there was an evil nation among those peace-loving nations.

[Jaguar]

BTW, get back to Ghandi now.

[cbraund]

King Richard the Lionhearted was bored. He didn't have a war to fight. He was a warrior without a war. Then news of America's tragedy came in.

"Tell them we will support them in any military action!" he grinned with excitement at the prospect of a war.

[Metaliturtle]

In response to the suicide bombers that have suddenly been appearing, Ghandi publicly sends out 50 love bombers who just give nice things to everybody. Secretly he notes their grecian heritage, and fortifys that border.

[civman2000]

The next day, Lincoln kept finding envelopes everywhere. He opened the first few, but they were all incomprehensible combinations of letters, such as WEH AVEA NT HR AXS POR ESI NTH ISE NVE LOPE. Many of the lenvelopes also seemed to have a strange powder near their openings. His hands began to get dry around 10:00, and he licked his fingers, a bad habit of his.

[Metaliturtle]

(ok, we're going to assume that we're on a Pangaea, so we share a common border with each nation in the middle of the map, all nations are basically equal, as this has been a peaceful game up to the start)

[Samuel Johnson]

Roberta Todd Lincoln was a leading micro-biologist and the Nation's top advisor on biowar (and a knock-out to boot). When her father stopped returning her calls she suspected the worst and so she stalked across the square from the executive building, and stormed the White House cordon of FBI men. Oh, she had badges, badges galore, a whole Prada purse of them and they couldn't deny her - but the Fibbies were only softies, afterall, and the only reason they wanted to stop her was to spare her the murder scene. She halted in her violent stride towards the Oval Office - swallowed hard, wiped a tear, shuddered, and in a fluid motion, as if she had done it many times before, Robbie pulled on her one-piece, shimmering, carmine red Benneton biowarfare suit and tucked herself back into her BCBG knee-high rolling boots. With her advanced biosensors that fed information directly into her eye (thanks to Minnesota for the Human Genome Project, she thought), she advanced into the familiar room.

** Hint: Robbie looks like Cristina Ricci - you can't kill her off!**

[Samuel Johnson]

I take it this is dead?

[Metaliturtle]

no, we just are still having the hots over cristina ricci (and the NES got REALLY GOOD)

[SKILORD]

yeah it did.

I'm trying to write more again, maybe i'll get another story of thge caliber of Russian Rise or A history of Persia out soon. this'll be good practice. can't start yet but it will.