SRL Archive - NOTA

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- Keep the sentence flowing
- No more than 6 10 words
- Keep it clean :p

I'll start it off :D


One day, a boy decided…

to commit suicide.

Has always, Sex ruined everything.

Thread over. Close it.

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to commit suicide.

But then his mother…

EDIT: I'm keeping this going!

also committed suicide.

From: abu_jwka
But then his mother…

EDIT: I'm keeping this going!

Found him a girlfriend …

From: begginer
Found him a girlfriend …

of which was a necrophiliac.

From: Sex
of which was a necrophiliac.

So she committed suicide.

From: begginer
So she committed suicide.

But then a zombie epidemic happened andTheyAllCameBackAlive
6 words.

From: JOEbot
But then a zombie epidemic happened andTheyAllCameBackAlive
6 words.

Then they went back for their….

Tomahawks.

To annihilate the Al Qaeda

For having beards.

Didn't the story end when thy died?

Thats what they thought until…

The story never ends. This is the internet.

[game] a giant velociraptor appeared.

And killed the boy/zombie…

….The end. :)

Time for a sequel! :P

I love sequels.

Sex is about to post, expect this to end again.

So the dead boy/zombie/thing went to school…
6 words? Screw that.

But they realized that the teachers…

Didn't show up to school…

Because they were hot but had an evil side….

Also known as S&M

The kids raided the school and…

All but one got killed by..

Chuck Norris, who spared him because

he likes little dead zombie boys…

because "dead zombie" is an oxymoron

Let me start this up again.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, today I will like to present to you the idea of…

suicide. Take for example a dinosaur..

With no legs…

Now how did he get to that state you might ask…

one must first consider bubble gum

The answer: he fell on a stick.

with bubble gum on it…

but it turned out that..

It concealed a detonator for a nuclear device.

fuck this game

said the dinosaur, but he

secretly wished people would play it

…because he had no friends since….

he had no legs. Sorry I lost track there, now on to the real issue: Chinese gold farming…

seems a profitable business however

A profitable business thank's to sweatshops…

and …Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…

Poisoned with carefully placed acid…

Which was so strong that it…

Burnt his very soul, which in turn….

cancels the formula bahrain grand prix.

we're sex addicts and liked—.

kir. We always think with our..

minds, but we don't always

pee in the toilet, because we

sign song of Justin Bieber

while wearing rainbow-colored pajamas in..

the bathroom naked from

here to bombay, because honestly

my wife's fetish is

something that is better left…

~Caotom

for the next person

but he don't want it so…

the next guy should say that it is…

game over, time to…

have more sex and rediscuss my wife's fetish which is…

You will never get this lalala

But I did get it, so

her fetish is..

talking in an elvish language while dressed as

hobbit with fangs, it turned me

Into a werewolf with braids….

and gave me an erection that

Tore a wormhole into space and time…

And I traveled into the future

Where everything was chrome…

and the women were hairy…

from the forehead up, but hairless under the neck…

alas, the little boy was there too…

With his futuristic 19 inch hotdog…

that he used to whip his

baby brother, which caused him to…

Love how this is basically just a convo between you two lol.

Which in turn caused the hot dog to shrivel.

The boy frowned

that turned out to be marijuana

but the boys didn't like marijuana..

and so acquired some crack instead

and played rs for 10 days straight..

and got banned for botting so he

committed suicide but then

it was all a dream, so he took out his top and it began to spin

until he started to fly..

where he then met peter pan…

who stabbed him in the shoulder blade…

and gouged out his eyes…

with a golden hypodermic needle which..

he then lost in…

An area associated with the genitals

It was a cold winter's night.

Then again, isn't it always when trouble is about?

I jogged up the icy steps, nearly slipping many times. The key fit snugly in the lock, groaning following my twisting. Luck shone on me though and, with a final moan of dissatisfaction, the door gave.

The embodiment of haste, I hopped in and slammed the door behind, sending echoes through the house. No, the stone walls, floors and ceilings, lined with wood and plush red rugs made it more a castle.

Though barely warmer, the lack of wind made the chilling stone luxurious. I struggled out of the boots and plodded down the hall, peering into the rooms.

On the ground floor, a library, lounge, kitchen and bathroom lay sprawled, each almost extravagant in their size and content.

I tiptoed up the stairs, not to keep quiet, but to keep my feet from freezing on the bare stone.

Four spacious bedrooms sat either side of a pair of bathrooms, a beautiful symmetry.

Like a child, I tested the comfort of the beds by running up and jumping onto them. All bested my own by far, but my vote went to the third one, which managed to bounce me right off.

With my accommodation sorted, I raced back down the stairs and then, regaining my dignity, walked to the lounge. Plopped in front of the fireplace, match after match failed to catch, but somewhere around the thirteenth attempt I finally got a flame and brought it to the newspaper.

Fire roaring, I felt a whole new level of humanity embrace me as my body thawed, even though I hadn't realised frost still enveloped it.

Then a thumping echoed through the halls.

Though hesitant, I followed it to the front door. The striking grew weaker by the second, yet no less insistent.

Having experienced the cold first-hand a mere dozen or so minutes ago, kindness brought my hand to the lock.

"Quickly," I said, opening the door wide and beckoning the stranger insider.

Perhaps that was my biggest mistake.

She more stumbled than entered, bracing against me as a gust tore away the warmth I had gained.

Slamming the door again, the dull sound reverberating, I turned my attention to the lady. Her icy grip, blue tinged her lips and the erratic breaths all worried me and so I wasted no time on asking questions.

More dragging than aiding, we moved to the salvation of the lounge.

Her breathing settled sooner than I'd have thought. Still, one should never look a gift-horse in the mouth.

"How are you? I could make a cup of tea or run a warm bath," I said, but she just shook her head. "How about your name then? I'm Chuck Wendig, booked this place for the night."

"I'm Miss Strainedge, Ruby Strainedge," she said, voice hoarse.

"Well, Ms Strainedge, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Lips curved, she replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr Wendig."

"Are you sure I can't, at the least, get you a glass of water for your throat?"

"Thank you, but my voice has been like this for years."

"Oh?" I asked, though something in the back of my mind nagged me to get her out as soon as I could. Rationalisation kicked in as I wondered what my wife would think if she stumbled across a rather beautiful lady and I half-snuggling in front of the fireplace.

She let out a soft laugh, more a growl with her damaged voice. "It's a long story and one a touch too intimate to share with a stranger."

My brain skipped a few equivalents to heartbeats before turning to the dark, childish place it usually occupied and passionate nights spent screaming filled my thoughts while my cheeks heated up.

If she noticed, she was kind enough not to bring it up. "Still, I have imposed on your hospitality enough, no? My car broke down a bit down the road and my phone's dead, so if I could use the landline or borrow your mobile to call my husband, I'll be out of your hair soon."

"Sorry, but this place doesn't have a landline or electricity and I can't get reception anywhere around here," I said, fumbling in my pocket for my phone and presenting it to her.

She took it, a look of suppressed laughter on her face which I couldn't blame. After tapping away for a minute, she shook her hand and gave it back. “What am I going to do?”

“There's three spare bedrooms here,” I said, ruffling my hair, a nervous habit. “You could crash here for the night. I've got someone picking me up at nine in the morning and either they'll have signal or will give you a lift.”

“Really? You mean that?” she asked, smiling.

I returned it in kind. “Sure, not like I'm gonna use them. First one on the right is mine.”

She nodded and, before she could speak, let out a yawn. “Sorry, it's been a long night,” she said.

“Yeah, it has.”

“Thank you again, this is very generous of you. If you don't mind, I'll go up now.”

“It's no problem, really, and go ahead. I'll see you in the morning.”

She left with a final smile, her footsteps leaking through as she went upstairs. I listened to the shuffling and closing door, then turned to my work, though unease still bubbled inside.

Walking back to the front-door, I opened up my bag and got out a pad and pen. Normally, I used my laptop, but the worn battery barely lasted an hour, let alone the evening and morning.

Back in front of the fire, I lost myself in my work, forgetting all about the lady upstairs.

Forgetting all about her until I heard an inhuman scream from upstairs.

Throwing the pad roughly at the cough, I leapt to my feet and sprinted into the hallway, shouting, “Ruby!”

The howl continued, no sound of her amongst it.

“Ruby!”

I thundered up the stairs, around to what must have been her room and pounded on the door.

“Ruby! I'm coming in!”

Cranking the handle and shouldering the door, I burst in to find no one and no thing present, all sound ceasing.

I glanced around the room, eyes adjusting to the darkness yet not revealing anything.

No, they did reveal something.

At first, I thought they were words scrawled in lipstick, a rich red close to black in the gloom. Then, the smell hit me and I watched droplets roll down the wall.

I began to wretch, barely holding on, but curiosity and adrenalin pushed me closer, close enough to read.

“The taste of my husband's flesh was divine with his screams.”

“I miss how he made me scream, draining me of my very life until I sat on the brink.”

“Hunger for more, for fresh nourishment.”

Shuddering, I felt dizzy, sick to my stomach, her ramblings circling my thoughts. I had to get out, run from the madwoman.

“Oh Chuck,” she said, voice hoarse. “Don't you agree this thread isn't the least bit funny, entertaining or otherwise worthwhile?”

On that topic, I couldn't agree with her more.

Zeus was displeased about what happened…

so he told Mixster
"You think your funny shiz huh, mister?"
Mixster said "No, Zeus, I'm just trying to ruin a thread here"
Then the boy came and killed Mixster…

But Mixster was still alive, however banished from the thread…

because if he did it again

gate's of the underworld would open…

And take his prized poodle….

And the plastic dinosaur from his avatar….

turned out to be a pony…

That turned out to be a 55 yr Old man Lurking the World's of Runescape disguised as the pony.

Who just wanted some cookies…

But instead, found a ring…

made of carrots….

Which caused him to commit suicide….

because he was an atheist…

Which then caused him to raise back up, because one atheist is worth the lives of 25 believers.

 // Low blow 

OT: But then he recognized that his life was a lie, and he turned to the redeeming powers of the Merciful Christ.

Which he then realized was complete tom-foolery because of the lack of proof, and the proof of evolution.

@Abu: I think it's actually an orgami dragon… not a dinosaur

On topic.. wow that was a sentence killer…

He said, then stumbled down the stairs.

With his left hand halfway down his pants, the right hand clutching a .50 cal Beretta

Which he then shot into his head.

im completly new here didnt know where to post how can i start a new thread?

he said as he fell to the ground, his eyes glazing over as he saw his laptop screen read
'FAQ'…

As he started to bleed his wife called him an ambulance…

But they denied her request for he was a leecher…

And then doomed him to eternity as a registered user

and then he got banned for…

macroing… on a macroing website, but then Coh3n…

Betrayed SRL and teamed up with him to become…

The greatest employees of Jagex ever known.

Also known as Jacmob who now

works in a nudist camp

Without beeing a nudist himself…

but as a stripper

For elderly men and their cats.

And their cats kittens.

But then he decided to

Give up the stripper life and go Upstate

To reform Soviet Russia…

With his stripper body

He used his body to force elderly people into submission…

And then FORCED them to learn SLR and make…

vanilla ice cream

With SIMBA, which in turn revolted and…

From: Sex
to commit suicide.

hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhhhhaaaahhhhhhaaaahaHAHAHAHAHJAJLSAFLJKDSKFJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i laughed soooo hard

On Topic: ….caused a dictatorship to be formed….

on the right side off the moon were…

Space Ducks roamed the lands…

who plotted against….

Offtopic: Makes no sense
OnTopic: The mooniers, the native inhabitants of the Moon, much like Indians.

However while they were planning…

to assassinate the Monkey Overlord…

who has a fetish which is…

To polish his bellybutton with nailpolish…

which was made from the finest…

Handsome man who is a genius

made bank in runescape.

Noobs ruining it, can't keep a straight story.

That then erupted into flames.

Which he continued to fap to.

All night.
Than he realized he was flat…

@$$ and had to get a surgery.

because all of a sudden it started up again and lasted for 4 hours
:garfield:

During that surgery, The doctors accidently gave him breast implants.

Which then exploded in his chest

which then went to chester the cheetah to get it all clean.

And Phil shot Chester in the back of the head, selling his fur for 2.5 mill in rsgp.

Which he then gave away to poor people.

which then later on bought 120 raw sharks from the G.e.

Which caused the game engine to delete it self, so all the Runescape code was gone, and it was no more…

the only thing left on runescape was 20gp left and over a million players…

Offtopic: The code from RUnescape was gone, derp, can't log on. -_-

Ontopic: Which then deleted itself fully, never to be seen again.

Which meant everyone could go outside and get some sun. The End.

Or so we thought…

but this has just began…

Turns out the date was 24/12/12 which meant..

lol 3 suicide without end

*continueing* :)

From: Jonno
Turns out the date was 24/12/12 which meant..

that 12 + 12 was 24. "It's cool right?" Said the boy.
"No, that's retarded- nobody likes you… "

No!! 9/10 is gonna Happon! Durr-Hurr.

All the have people have…

Eaten steak, and died of salmonella.

Days later after being buried the boy climb out of his grave… as a zombie. (thread saved)

From: illester
Days later after being buried the boy climb out of his grave… as a zombie. (thread saved)

And ate his family.

And then everyone in the world mass commited suicide, which caused the presidents limp hand to hit the Nuke button, which then launched all the nuculear bombs are blew up the Earth.

And some of the living organisms were shot into the air, and onto Mars, where the ice on the top melted, and began a new life on Mars.

Which then caused a tsunami, killing everything else alive, and leaving no trace of anything existing.

The end.

And meanwhile on another planet inhabited with life…

A meteoroid crashed into the plant, so all life ceased to exist.

Yet a young alien, known at Te Backwards survived the crash and found a bike and flew it through space into a mysterious Planet known as Earth, and landed in…

But the planet next door…

From: kevin33
But the planet next door…

Had heard of the wife's fetish and…..

Blew earth itself and earth up and all life ceased to exist.

From: Green Bay Packers
Blew earth itself and earth up and all life ceased to exist.

So the era of bots begun…

The chinese start this off by

creating 197,000,000 accounts and then..

Slowly take over the interweb by….

spamming "TROLLOLOL" all over Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace.