Three Word Story Game

Tonguez

A suffusion of yellow

• May 12, 2014

• #41

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 13, 2014

• #42

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer

 

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Olgar Shiverstone

Legend

• May 13, 2014

• #43

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 13, 2014

• #44

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment,

 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure

• May 13, 2014

• #45

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused.

 

RetroGameView

First Post

• May 13, 2014

• #46

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then, with a

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 13, 2014

• #47

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then, with a howl of terror

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 14, 2014

• #48

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled

 

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Zombie_Babies

First Post

• May 14, 2014

• #49

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up his own

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 14, 2014

• #50

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 tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in