[Ilkidarios]

Alright, I'm going to try again to bring the game section to life, so here goes. I'm sure most of you are familiar with this one, but I'll go over some of the rules anyways.

In continuing story we'll have an ongoing story proceeding only through YOUR posts. Each person posts a sentence at a time of the story. You can participate as much as you like, but you cannot double-post. For example, you can't post another sentence of the story that takes place immediately after the last part you yourself have posted.

You can post parts of the story in quotations and any questions you have so far as rules go, just go ahead and put those in parentheses.

Got that part? Alright, I'm going to post the opening line and then whoever posts after me will continue the story. Here goes:

"A long time ago, in a faraway place, there lived a small boy."

"Every day, the boy rode on the back of a goat to a magical place."

[Zeta Thompson]

He went to visit his friend who was a boy his age who lived in a painting.

[Milawe]

The painting, which was obviously magical, depicted the boy in a watermelon field.

[Kleothera]

And then one day the slow goat decided that the watermelons were tasty!

"Alas, poor Cearnos was sad that the goat ate all of the watermelons."

[Saprens]

"It can be very unpleasant to be trapped in a painting, but the watermelons had made it better for Cearnos, as did the visits from the real boy and his goat."

[Leech]

"But now, the goat had eaten all the watermelons, and so the boy in the painting, Cearnos, devised a plan to kill the real boy's goat."

[Milawe]

But how could a painting boy kill a real goat that ate watermelon paintings?

[Disillusionist]

For days, paint boy sat motionless and thought on this dilemma, ironically resembling an actual motionless painted boy. It struck him like a bullet when it came. If he painted within a painting, did that somehow open the conduit between the material world and the rendered one? He began painting immediately.

[prof1515]

"Unfortunately, the boy was a complete and utter slob and in the process of painting he managed to get it all over himself and suffered skin suffocation which killed him, leaving his corpse rotting before his incomplete work and the stench permeating the entire field (and not failing to attract the attention of passersby)."

[Delerak]

The real boy and his goat came back one day to find his friend Cearnos in the paint realm lying dead in the painting. Wondering how this happened he went to the market to get paint and a brush and see if he could fix the painting that had changed.

[WarHound]

At the market, the boy was accosted by a one-legged male prostitute in a tremendously large hat of the elven persuasion who revealed to him a life of booze, debauchery, and dark sorcery.

[Leech]

The one-legged male prostitute took the boy (who was still riding his goat, mind you) away from the market and deep into the woods, where he introduced the boy to his gang of Merry Men, who were also crippled.

[Newworlds]

Pulling out his magic paint brush that he had acquired earlier in the town, the boy painted out the merry men, the one-legged prostitute, and the goat, while adding a nice lunch to eat by a campfire.


(Note: This is why I hate MUSH type games. You can do virtually anything you want with zero consquences).

[Estarra]

Then the boy woke up, realizing that it was all just a strange dream...

He awoke as a middle-aged man in a dark prison cell, tattoos covering his body, and a severed goat head next to him.

[dranor]

The man's eyes widened in surprise as the goat's head opened its mouth and began to speak in a scratchy, sonorous voice.

The goat's head speaks, "Sheep go to heaven...Goats go to hell. Are you Satan?"

[Aermyn]

The man leans over and gets on his hands and knees as he inches closer to look the goat head square in the eyes and says, "Yes."