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+1 Sentence to an Absurd Story game

Flavus Aquila

Flavus Aquila

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(Longer version of the Three Words game)


While trekking through the jungles of South America, Uberrogo spotted a cave in the distance.
 
It had been a long journey, and [MENTION=731]UBERROGO[/MENTION] needed rest if he was to continue searching for a cure for the full-blown ISTJ virus he had contracted.
 
Knowing that all great mystics live in the mountain, uberrogo sought out dr. B.; hoping that he could channel the power of Christ to cure him of his affliction.
 
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He began his journey toward the cave, cutting away at the thick vegetation around him.
 
She looked over at him with a glazed eye and some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area, he quickly calculated the time it would take to reach the cave, feeding it into his "fight or flight" ruminations.
 
And then he suddenly passed out.
 
She knew deep down that once Uberrogo reached Dr. B, he would be sadly disappointet; it would not be the powers of Christ he would channel, but the awesome, 7-spiced deliciousness of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
 
But with him deep in his narcoleptic state she wondered what would be the moral thing to do.
 
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As she pondered, far removed from the situation on some idiotic mbti forum, [MENTION=5297]Neverwhere[/MENTION] accidentally allowed her thoughts on morality to spill online; the debate which ensued was as long an drawn out as this run-on sentence is.
 
Top O' the morning he toots to the footpath crowd in a carefully studied rustic Irish accent.
 
Suddenly, a man jumps out and beats the orangutan to death for saying "Top O the mornin", a phrase no REAL Irish person in the history of the world has ever said.
 
The footpath crow stands aghast at this violent and criminal act, some one calls "Hang him, hang the villain!"
 
The INFJs crowd round Uberrogo and poke him with sticks, wondering where his feelings went, while the bell tolls and tumbleweed rolls down the dirt road.
 
Meanwhile, someone starts slicing choice cuts off the orangutan, to marinate and cook up for their fancy dinner that evening.
 
Seeing this a pod of intuitive introverts begin puking.
 
The puke coalesced into a rapacious blob that rapidly began feeding upon introverted sensing.
 
As a result, everyone shared a temporary hive mind and secrets were revealed.
 
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They ate a lot of honey.
 
The place was buzzing for a while.
 
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