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The Neverending Story: Reloaded

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Let's try to create a new neverending story.

But this time every participant has to add an entire sentence.

Then paste the whole story together.

Add paragraphs when you feel like it.

When the text becomes too bulky, we'll start a new chapter.

And of course, keep it clean please.

I'll start off then:

When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

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Are you a leprechan Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humor.

(I'm sticking spaces between paragraphs in lieu of indentations seemingly not available here.)

Edited by J.B.

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But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street.

People, only one sentence per post per person please.

(good stuff though, everybody & thanks for playing :) )

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"Add paragraphs when you feel like it."

Gives the impression we're allowed more than one sentence, lol.

When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe.

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"Add paragraphs when you feel like it."

Gives the impression we're allowed more than one sentence, lol.

Yep. That was not quite the clearest of instructions now, was it. :blush:

I should have said: Start a new paragraph when you feel like it.

Ah well, at least I have the advantage that I can always blame it on English not being my first language. :P

When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

(For the role of Joe I'm picturing Bruce Campbell.)

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

(For the role of Joe I'm picturing Bruce Campbell.)

( :w00t: Yes, absolutely!)

In reply to that however, the Kumquats (that's what Joe decided to call them in his head) just smiled even wider and grabbed his hands with their strange three-fingered claws which were surprisingly warm and silky to the touch.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

(For the role of Joe I'm picturing Bruce Campbell.)

( Yes, absolutely!)

In reply to that however, the Kumquats (that's what Joe decided to call them in his head) just smiled even wider and grabbed his hands with their strange three-fingered claws which were surprisingly warm and silky to the touch. Joe cringed inside, thinking to himself how dare these weirdos touch me!

(If we're going for Bruce Campbell, let's do this right, make him like Ash from Army of Darkness.)

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

(For the role of Joe I'm picturing Bruce Campbell.)

( Yes, absolutely!)

In reply to that however, the Kumquats (that's what Joe decided to call them in his head) just smiled even wider and grabbed his hands with their strange three-fingered claws which were surprisingly warm and silky to the touch. Joe cringed inside, thinking to himself how dare these weirdos touch me! And yet, their touch felt strangely soothing, and a preternatural calm overcame him.

(If we're going for Bruce Campbell, let's do this right, make him like Ash from Army of Darkness.)

( :tu: Haven't seen the movie, but his pic on wiki sure looks impressive!)

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

The green people ignored his words and continued their chanting and smiling. "Hey! What do you want?" he asked. They did not answer and continued to smile, sway and chant while staring at. . .Him? Joe realized that the people were looking beyond him and he followed their line of sight, turning to see behind him. His jaw dropped open at what he saw.

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

In reply to that however, the Kumquats (that's what Joe decided to call them in his head) just smiled even wider and grabbed his hands with their strange three-fingered claws which were surprisingly warm and silky to the touch. Joe cringed inside, thinking to himself how dare these weirdos touch me! And yet, their touch felt strangely soothing, and a preternatural calm overcame him.

Joe felt his body warming and the suggestion of words started filling his brain, but it would take some time for him to get used to the feeling enough to make sense of it.

(Anyone trying to add to this story should probably read through past posts to figure out the rules, we had some confusion that was cleared up. Also, don't overwrite paragraphs that have already been written, this is a story for everyone, by everyone who wants to participate, and we don't want it railroaded by any one person.)

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When Joe dragged himself out of bed on that drizzly Wednesday morning, never in a million years would it have entered his mind that by the time the day was over what he considered normality would have left his life for good, never to return. He walked out to his kitchen, yawned, and grabbed some poptarts before doing a double-take and looking at the little green man sitting at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

"Are you a leprechan" Joe asked as he took a bite out of his poptart. "You've come to steal me Lucky Charms?"

The little green man gave Joe an "Are you fricken serious" stare and kept eating his cereal, clearly unimpressed by Joe's sense of humour.

But Joe wasn't really being serious. He pulled out his axe and was ready and willing to use it. But the little green man did not back down. He just kept on eatin. And he ate the cereal with a mocking smirk.

Infuriated, he swung his axe with his full strength. It struck the little green man in the stomach. Instead of blood being drawn, the green man went poof. The only thing that was left was a green smoke ring that floated up to the ceiling. It dissipated on contact.

The alarm clock rang. He smashed it with his axe. He threw the bowl and cereal away in the trash, but then he got a good look at the outside.

Every single person outside was green. All of them. He was the only black man in the world. That was, at least the world stretching as far as his neighbourhood street. Joe didn't dare walk past his door until he was better armed than an axe. But what else did he have in the house apart from the set of ceramic kitchen knives his mother had given him for Christmas last year?

Then Joe got a brilliant idea, ran outside to grab every heavy stick he could find, and broke all his upstairs windows for jagged pieces of glass. Now he only had to get a hold on some heavy-duty glue. Then he remembered the belt-sander downstairs with the ductape near it and spent the next hour dulling down parts of the glass before duct-taping it to the sticks as improvised javelins. He used to be quite good at it in High School, so he was confident he could hit a target if necessary.

Joe picked up his golf-bag as an improvised quiver and slipped 9 new makeshift javelins into it before running to his bedroom on the second story of his home for a better look at his surroundings.

But as he stood there at the window, slightly panting from rushing up the stairs, he could not believe what he saw when he took a closer look at the little, green people milling around on his street. There were hundreds of them, unarmed but all staring right back up at him from the street, baring little ghost-white fangs.

Yet, they were smiling, in a strange sort of way, not maliciously grinning as he first thought, and holding hands whilst slowly chanting: "Sanita-lee, sanita-lee Kumquat..."

Joe ran downstairs, stashed the weaponry behind the front door, and walked out with his hands where the little green men could see them, making sure the men knew he was being peaceful. He swallowed hard a couple of times, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and slowly stepped onto the lawn. To break his tension, Joe calmly spoke to the chanting Green people, "I come in peace, now take me to your leader."

In reply to that however, the Kumquats (that's what Joe decided to call them in his head) just smiled even wider and grabbed his hands with their strange three-fingered claws which were surprisingly warm and silky to the touch. Joe cringed inside, thinking to himself how dare these weirdos touch me! And yet, their touch felt strangely soothing, and a preternatural calm overcame him.

Joe felt his body warming and the suggestion of words started filling his brain, but it would take some time for him to get used to the feeling enough to make sense of it.

After an hour he was brought to a green hut. One of the little green men walked into the hut. Five minutes later this really Tall Hot Blond woman wearing a green corset, garters, black stockings, and 4in. black stilettos came out of the hut. She told Joe that she was the leader of the little green men. Joe was silent. His mind was going Hubada Hubada Hubada Hubada.

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