Overview:
Simply add ONE SHORT SENTENCE to the thread each time you post to continue the story. Try to continue the story reasonably coherently but don't be afraid to introduce quirks, oddness or new characters, situations or plot devices. Just make sure it's *reasonably* plausible. Try and be funny. If you're not funny, don't take part!
Rules:
(1)You do not talk about Christmas Story Thread IN the Christmas Story Thread...remember, only ONE SENTENCE per post, and you cannot post in reply to your own word. To discuss the thread or story, see the SUMMARY thread instead:
http://www.dungeon-master.com/forum/vie ... hp?p=74092
For added humour feel free to not finish your own sentence and leave it hanging. The next person should then finish the sentence, and has the option of starting (but not finishing) a second.
(2a). You cannot reply to your OWN post -- someone else must continue the story.
(2b). In the event of multiple replies posted at the same time, the FIRST person who posted must edit their post to match what comes next.
(3). Don't swear or use jargon for the sake of it as it will probably ruin a fun sentence. Follow your instincts.
(4). The story must mention ALL the Dungeon Master champions.
Beo's additional rule:
You get bonus points if you can mention board members, preferably as obscure comments and links rather than characters in the story - eg. Stamm was looking at his lollipops while Hissssa was sucin' um - or soemthing...
(5). Moderators rules, suggestions and explicit instructions are final... except when they aren't.
(6). The rules can be changed or added to at any time by moderators, but not by plebs.
OK, them there is the rules. Here is the setting for the story. Please continue it however you see fit!
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"Blargh! Damn and blast yer googley eyes, ya sweaty lizard!"
Stamm drunkenly swiped a hairy palm at the wide-eyed Hisssa, as he tried to scramble up the sheer damp wall for the fourth time. Far above him, against the dark O of the well down which they fallen, Gothmog peered down at the disoriented party. His dimly glowing eyes could just be seen in the dark.
"You bloody muppets!" he screeched in rage. Leaning over the side of the well, he tried to throw a handy stone at Stamm and barely managed to stop himself falling in. "You've got my tankard! I want it back!"
Hissa blinked stupidly at the blank visage above him. "Whaaaa you on abaaaht you sneaky black cowled bugger?"
"My tankard!" yelled Gothmog in return, "It's in your backpack. Give it here or I'll come down and chop off your tail!"
"Doesn't matter" grunted the immense lizard, "It'll only grown back".
Stamm tried once again the climb the wall and failed. He collapsed onto his haunches and fell back against the wall. Hisssa watched him groggily, the drunken antics of the Christmas Party beginning to come back to him. Looking around, he tried to make out who else had fallen down the well. Zed was unconscious in a heap of arms and legs while a form slowly tried to shuffle itself off his head. Hisssa realised the form was Chani. Her moonstone glinted in the light from the torch he had managed to light after the fall. "Nice moonstone" thought Hisssa appreciatively.
From far above Gothmog shouted down again, "I don't care how many times it grows back, scaly face, I'll keep cutting it off and feeding it to Edward, my pet duck. Now, climb out you stupid sods and give me my tankard back! Don't forget, we promised we'd go to Old Grey Lord's Vicars and Tarts Themed Christmas Meal tomorrow. He's promised to cook those ocelot spleens and rabbit's noses!"
Hissssa looked around. Food was the last thing on his mind. He needed to pee. He couldn't even begin to think how to get back out again. Maybe it would be OK if he just had a little doze...
