Three Word Story Game

MarkB

Legend

• May 11, 2014

• #21

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without

 

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trappedslider

Legend

• May 11, 2014

• #22

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese."

 

RetroGameView

First Post

• May 11, 2014

• #23

I made a little video to give this thread a plug. Even though you're all already participating, I thought you might enjoy seeing it.

[video=youtube;zGpLhrv_9Z0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGpLhrv_9Z0[/video]

Okay, now back to the story.

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed.

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 11, 2014

• #24

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north,

 

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Olgar Shiverstone

Legend

• May 11, 2014

• #25

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon

 

Tonguez

A suffusion of yellow

• May 11, 2014

• #26

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom

 

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benodoc

First Post

• May 11, 2014

• #27

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent

 

Man in the Funny Hat

Hero

• May 11, 2014

• #28

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain.

 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure

• May 11, 2014

• #29

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain toward carebear sandwiches in ponderous stride.

ooc: you might want that vid in post 1 as well.

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 11, 2014

• #30

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge