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Tell a story about the poster above you


spartan max2

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Hey there, just a little game that I felt could been fun and let your imagination run wild.

The rules. Write a story about the poster above you based on their avatar. I recommend like a small paragraph in length but it can be as long or short as you want. The avatar can be the main character or the story can somehow just involve or be related to the avatar. It's totally up to to. Full license to do whatever you want.

 

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There once was an apple, a green, juicy apple. The apple spend his days hanging onto a branch, without a care in the world. He soaked up plenty of sunshine and water, until he was the biggest apple around. All the kids of the village would come and admire the apple, for his splendor was unmatched in all the land. The apple, however, had grown quite vain. He had begun hogging all the mosture from the tree, and the other apples began to wither and shrink. Mother tree, worried for her children, asked the green apple to share in her bounty, but the apple refused. "Oh great mother tree, surly you must be greatly proud of me, for I have become the greatest of apples!" The apple said, glowing with appley pride. 

 

Mother tree, however, could feel nothing but disappointment at what her child had become. So, regretfully, she stopped all growth of the green apple, and to his shock and horror, he had become detached from mother tree. Falling for what seemed like forever, green apple finally hit the cold, unforgiving ground. He rolled down the steep bank towards the stream, *plop* into the water he went. The stream carried green apple far and wide, to strange new lands. If anyone has been around, they may have caught a glimpse of a big, juicy green apple, filled with seeds, and wishing for atonement... 

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There was a boy who ever since he could remember dreamed of being not only an artist but "the best dang artist this world has ever seen". 

The boy takes all of the art classes he can take in highschool and when he goes off to college he joins every art related club an organization that he can. 

One day a week on Thursdays he will set up a stand and try to sell some of his artwork for cheap. People stop by and buy them. Word spreads and before long he is famous and appreaing on talk shows and his artwork is being put in museums and important prestigious buildings.

But he is not conent. "Why am I not content" he asks himself. "It must be because I am not the most famous best artist of them all, but I don't know what else I can possibly do" he despairs. But then he hears a knock on his door, he wasn't expecting anyone. He answers. It's a mysterious stranger in a nice suit and an a hat that makes his face hard to see because it covers it in dark. 

"Who are you?" He ask confused to the stranger.

"I'm the one who can make your dreams come true of being the best most famous artist of all time" the stranger says.

"Just shake my hand and it will be done"

"What's the catch?" The artist ask.

" only that you will get what you want" the stranger smiles and the artist can see the soft glint of his white teeth.

"Just shake my hand and it's a deal" the stranger says reaching his hand out. The artist seems unsure but thinks what harm can a hand shake do. So he shakes. And the stranger leaves.

Nonething happens all night. The artist goes to sleep. But when he wakes up he notices he is in a museum. He trys to speak but he can't. He notices people stare. He sees a mirror across the hall and sees that he is a picture (the one that is your avatar).

The headlines hailed the picture as the best and most famous artistic picture ever made.the artist had finally become what he wanted.

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Just wanted to add that I like your story. It seems like a children's book in the making haha

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3 hours ago, spartan max2 said:

Just wanted to add that I like your story. It seems like a children's book in the making haha

Thanks! That's what I was aiming for. I like your story too. 

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There once was a young man by the name of Asotin Heines but he wanted a regal name like Austin HILTON ! , mainly because he'd seen some picture of the infamous Babylon Blonde in a local rag and her name was HILTON !   She was not only regal at one time but from one of the wealthiest families in the Land.  Amazingly after all the legal documents were signed, notarized and all was said and done by the courts,

it was then -- the realization seeped in, of the immaculate name HILTON! that was so , so ! carefully picked out, was in reality, really Hinton -- it was right there in black and white.  From that time forward he was determined to make that mistake in to a world class winner and that my friends is how the Famous Artist Austin Hinton was born!

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Um this is a bit of a long one :)

 

Maisy Winky, the 7th daughter of her uncle Eddies best mates grandmother stood proud as she observed the interested crowds below.  Adorned in her purple robes, Waffle the 7th of the Seer Guild called out to the crowds with excitement in her voice, "Brothers...Sisters, today we shall remove the one thing which as for centuries blighted our existence.   Our sacred lands shall once again be cat litter free.  The air pure and full of love again.  The very earth we walk upon...free from horrid, erm deposits."

The crowds eagerly grunted into applause as they tucked into the free sausage rolls.  Maisy clicked her fingers, two more guild members carried a strange looking box onto the stage.  The audience looked confused.  One fellow shouted out, "Wats it do?  Oh, and if there's any-more cheese buttys left can someone throw me one chief...cheers!"   Other members of the crowd joined in as they too barked out their requests for spare pork pies, lonely jam tarts and abandoned pickled onions.  Winkys eyes rolled upwards with disdain, she then let out a cough to clear her throat before continuing.  "Brothers and sisters, this device...", she paused and realised that the crowd were not interested, "This box of lights!"  The food crunching oinks all fell into silence as their open mouths drooled over the box and its red light.  "Behold, this Temporal Void Displacement Array...I mean...box with a magic light which is powered by several pixies..."   The crowd erupted with an impressive - Wooooooo and one bloke who shouted, "Derek!  Are there any cheese balls left?  Fling us some mate."

Maisy pressed a button on her wand,  "Watch as a magic hole appears in the air."  A strong wind gathered on the stage as a whirlpool formed.  "This...hole will solve the envirome...get rid of smelly stuff."  Several onlookers clapped hands as a mans voice shouted,  "A cats eaten the last of the cheese balls mate but there are still some cheese straws going begging Koln!"  On the stage several hooded figures pushed wheelbarrows full of muck towards the swirling vortex.  Each barrows load was lost as an unseen hand scooped it deep into the swirling mists.   Maisy gestured her wand towards the hole with the stance and look of some weathergirl from another reality.  The food hoarder known locally as Derek began deploying the cheese flavoured pastry sticks into the air.  Koln jumped up and down several times but couldnt catch anything.  Instead, each airborne party nibble was drawn towards the ever increasing pull of the stage.  This food free for all attracted more cats as the crowd began to throw more food at one another.  For Maisy this was to prove fatal when a stealthy Scotch Egg hit her straight between the eyes.  She fell backwards and dropped her wand - which got sucked into the abyss.  There was an almighty flash!  The whirl pool began to expand and poor Maisy - and a stray cat - got sucked deep inside.

When her eyes opened she found herself on a strange world covered with snow.  Even worse though was her looks - she was now a cat which mooed like a strange cow...MeeahWooooo!  Each moo ended with a strange fascination towards the number 7.

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Meeeeeeeeow! now that's the cat's meow there ! (can't say what my brother always said)

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