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[muji]

Story time!

Write a paragraph or so of a story, whitetexting all but the last phrase. (Could be a whole sentence, could just be a couple of words.) Then the next person tags with the continuation of the story, following the same whitetexting pattern.

Do not peek! It ruins the amusement once you both decide the story is wrapped. Then you go and highlight it and it never ends in anything besides hilarity.

ETA: Make sure y'all are bidding on people in the charity auction! It's going to be hysterical, I just know it.

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[muji]

There once was a very very bored fangirl sitting at work, who decided to start daily posts of "ZOMG SO BORED" on her favorite corner of the internet-'verse, to force people to sing and dance for her amusement.

It was a success! Better yet, people seemed to actually enjoy themselves! But, one day, Emmy had decided she'd had enough. :O!

[sdelmonte]

She picked up the phone and call 999. "Give me MI-13"

After a few seconds, there was a click and a pleasant BBC Standard voice. "MI-13. Nature of the alien?"

"Blue, nine feet tall, eats Porsches."

The man at the other end of the line could here the smoke coming from Emmy's ears. "And this alien ate yours?"

"Damn straight. He knew I was an American, too!"

"I doubt that. But we take all complaints seriously." Emmy could her him typing away. "We have you at 144 St. Mary's?"

"Yes. hurry."

"A truck is on its way."

With that, the phone call ended.

[innerbrat]

She stared at the phone for a few seconds, hand covering her mouth. Honestly, she had no idea what to think. Did she really say that? Did she really hear that? Fortunately, her natural distractability kicked in when a bird flew into the window and she forgot all about what the phone call was about. Only one question remained: was the bird hurt?

[muji]

Of course not, because Simon DelMonte came to the rescue, with his supreme knowledge of comic books and authors. Combined with the superpowers of filk song that Batya brings to the table, the little sparrow grew up and flew all the way across the ocean to visit Debi once more.

What is wholly interesting about the adventure is that even though the bird was small in comparison to the coconut, he was able to carry a whole one by himself.

[alas-a-llama.livejournal.com]

The velociraptors were coming.

[muji]

Velociraptors? Versus a sparrow? This little bird had not a chance in the universe.

But! He still had that coconut, didn't he?

The weight of the coconut when dropped from the sparrow's clutches blinds the lead velociraptor, and the sparrow flew to safety.

[shati.livejournal.com]

"It's like living a terrible pun," the bird said sadly.

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

...Does on my screen dude.

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

Is the bottom one better for you?

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Maybe it's a browser thing, did it show up as very pale or fully black?

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

Hm. Weeeird. Definitely worked over here, I changed 'ffffff' to '"white"' which seems to have fixed it.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's a Mozilla vs IE thing?

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

*nods* Got IE over here

[muji]

Did you use the #?

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

No, but it appears white here so I always assumed that worked.

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

Squelch.

[genarti]

"Oh, drat," whined the bird, from inside the velociraptor's stomach. "Now I shan't be home in time for tea, and all the sandwiches will be gone."

"Don't look at me," the velociraptor (whose name was Frederick) protested, at the strange looks the others were casting at his abdomen. "I didn't know this was food that kept talking! I'm sure it'll shut up soon."

"Not a chance," snapped the bird. Its vehemence was sadly muffled.

[silveraspen]

... you are asking me to be creative before seven AM? O.o

*laughing now*

[muji]

You eat creativity for breakfast!

[silveraspen]

That could explain a number of things, really. *eyes creativity leftovers as potential midmorning snack*

[muji]

Aspen, I lose at eye makeup. I got to work with eyeshadow all over my fingertips because I was rubbing my eyes awake on my drive over here. D:

[silveraspen]

Whoops. At least it wasn't mascara? With eyeshadow at least you can smudge it and call it "blended."

[muji]

And it was also that Bare Minerals stuff, so it comes off in water. ^_^;; I wouldn't even really own much makeup at all if it weren't for my mother. She calls that stuff 'Stephanie-proof'.

[silveraspen]

Oh hey, I have some of that stuff! Periodically I decide I want to try it, do so for a while, then get exasperated with it and get rid of it.

Last time it was an eyeshadow "kit." I still like the colors and the brushes that came with it were a bonus.

(I lost it in NYC, or shortly after. It may be in the bottom of a suitcase somewhere. Oops.)

[muji]

...I really wanna watch you get exasperated at eyeshadow now.

[sleightofhand]

Wait, so, you write the next paragraph of the story without looking at the whitetexted stuff first?

[muji]

Yup!

[innerbrat]

Steph, I need a French Wiki pages translated!

[muji]

Bring it on, yo.

(And friend traductions, I'll put it up there, if it needs to be extremely detailed.)

[innerbrat]

It's this one.

I have a suspicion I could probably do it myself, but I dont' want to.

- Did i miss this new journal being created?

[muji]

No, I didn't pimp it yet.

[innerbrat]

Well, I'm very glad it was created.

And thank you, by the way! Did I forget to say that?

[muji]

^_^;; Welcome. I'm having a problem with a couple of words and I don't have my dictionaries here, but I'll get you a rough thing.

[muji]

Good god, I think a 13 year old wrote this.

[muji]

Done.

[innerbrat]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Thank you!

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

they were like that when he found them.

[bigfluffball.livejournal.com]

occasionally having his feet tortured with a feather duster dipped in ants.