The Story Topic

[GRox]

Hopefully this will turn out to be a somewhat entertaining topic. We each write one section of a long, maybe endless story. No rules, write about anything, but try to cut yourself off at a random point just for entertainment's sake.

Here goes.

Once there was a small squirrel. It lived in a tree as all squirrels do, running around all day greedily looking for as many acorns as it's little mouth could hold. Then one day, this squirrel found a humongous acorn and of course, it immediately tried to pull it off the tree and take it home. The squirrel grabbed on with it's little paws and began to pull. However, the acorn would not budge! Finally, after 5 minutes of hard pulling, the acorn popped off. But when the squirrel tried to pick it up, it grew legs, and only then did the squirrel realize it had a face!

As the squirrel stood in awe, the acorn said:

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"I am not an acorn, but rather, a Corn-Ent!" the squirrel gasped, as all squirrels do when learning their food is rally a fictional being "You will now be my slave for all eternity!" The Corn-Ent then grabbed the squirrel by the head and asked in it's squeaky yet booming voice "are you alright with that?"

The squirrel leaped from the Corn-Ents grasp and began to gnaw at it's eyes, as all squirrels do when their food tries to make them their slave, then the squirrel:

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"Let us run for our lives. there comes the evil the man."so they started to run.
Michel ( the name of our hero, give him a welcome)
was distracted by the sudden movement and turned his attention to the squirrel. He could notice a slight limp in the pattern. being a medico himself he picked up the squirrel and said:

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"I am Zeus! .... no, not really. I can't back that up" the squirrel looked at him with a quizzical expression "but I used to know him once! ...no not really, I can't back that up either. I used to get him his coffee though! ...no, I can't back that up.... But I saw him! ....no, not really, I can't back that up" and this random gibberish continued for seven hours.

[cvrk3]

clearly michel could figure out that this was the same squirrel he saw when that unfortunate accident occured. The seven hour gibberish brought him to his senses. He started remembering those fine moments he
was in when he was on chat in the google community. The window was open. the birds were singing. and the bees were humming... at this moment.. when he was in chat with massacre.. he saw the squirrel perched on the window sill ready to jump...

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He then had a flashback to when he was attacked by the aliens in the movie Signs (you can see him if you look very very close) and then a flashback to watching the movie Signs. This led him to realize that he had to see the signs, he related the gibberish to things happening in the present situation. He realized that if he simply electrocuted the squirrel he could dine like a king.

He had to find some way to electrocute the squirrel, but how?
That's it! He saw

[GRox]

a pair of pliers and a waterbottle! How does one electricute a squirrel with a pair of pliers and a waterbottle? Michael didn't know either, so he proceeded to sit down and hit himself over the head with the pliers, while drinking from the waterbottle, as anyone with a short attention span often does.

This random act of weirdness gave the squirrel time to act. Just as he was about to jump, he felt something grab his tail. He looked around, and to his horror, he realized that Michael had mutated into a

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large metal wire with a hand protruding from it.

The squirrel felt a sharp pain surge through his body, and just as he drew in his last breath, he saw where the other end of Michael--the cord--was; the electrical socket.

Michael, now a wire, realized something: being an inanimate object he had no requirement to eat. He had just killed the squirrel for no reason. But now, he felt the urge to continue killing; he felt a strong empowerment now surging through the wire which was recently his veins.

Michael, the wire, slowly slithered snakedly out of the window. He knew that there was a playground nearby, and being 3:00 PM, he knew that the children were now out of school. They'd be laughing and playing on the metal jungle gym. They'd be swinging back and forth with their hands touching the metal chains of the swingsets. They'd be vulnerable.

He arrived at the playground; now being used to his new form, he was now fast. He could move faster than the eye could see. Slithering up the pole leading to the light which lit up the park at night, he looked at all of the children, his prey. He broke the light, allowing one end of his wire to enter the socked which once held it.

He swung down, and just as he was about to touch the metal of the swing, a bird intercepted his path, catching him in it's mouth. The bird immediately was aflame. It soared to the ground, Michael held firmly in it's seizurific beak. He was trapped, and he was powerless.

He watched as one particularily fat, orange haired, kid gingerly made his way over him. He tried to grab at the kid, but as he did, the large boy took hold of him. And then the boy promptly put Michael into his...

[flerping]

...belly button, where he proceded to dig around with Michael's prongs at the lint which had obviously collected in there over the course of several years.

At first, Michael was worried and disturbed. Here he was, in the belly of a beast (and orange-haired beast, no less!) and being forced into close contact with lint.

The lint, he saw, was a bright pink, and it was then that Michael discovered something which set his mind much at least. That is to say, Michael ...

[Ashley]

Saw the most humungous sausage in the world! It was red and shiny and streched for 382300 feet! Looking closer at this mutant suasage, he saw a...