Three Word Story Game

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Asmo

First Post

• May 14, 2014

• #51

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 abject horror. Several

 

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Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure

• May 14, 2014

• #52

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 15, 2014

• #53

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon

 

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Olgar Shiverstone

Legend

• May 15, 2014

• #54

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering

 

trappedslider

Legend

• May 15, 2014

• #55

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 15, 2014

• #56

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed

 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure

• May 15, 2014

• #57

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 17, 2014

• #58

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another

 

MarkB

Legend

• May 17, 2014

• #59

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours

 

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Asmo

First Post

• May 17, 2014

• #60

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 abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar