never ending fairy tale

CindyCares suggested an alternative additional game called never Ending Fairy Tale. She told me how it worked, where you add a few more lines to the tale, with each new poster adding to the story.

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 4:37 (London time) - permalink
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Imprisoned on a mountain top. But nobody realized it was actually a dormant volcano.

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 14:6 (London time) - permalink
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volcano mastiffo started belching hot molten rocks and from the top window of her tower prison and the Princess wondered if she would survive, as the molten lava flowed down towards her tower, on a path towards the beach

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 17:7 (London time) - permalink
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She watched with terrified blue eyes, glancing around for something -- anything that would save her from this treacherous accident. From the corner of her eye she spotted a figure; a speck in the distance..

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 18:36 (London time) - permalink
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It was a tall, handsome vulcanologist who just happened to be in the area researching dormant volcanoes. Hearing her screams, he rushed toward the tower ...

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 22:27 (London time) - permalink
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only to find, much to his dismay, that the entrance to the tower was guarded by....

Posted on 26 March 2011 @ 23:15 (London time) - permalink
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soldiers commissioned by the king to guard the princess' virtue with their lives. The noble vulcanologist hesitated, wondering just how to overcome that obstacle, when ...

Posted on 27 March 2011 @ 8:56 (London time) - permalink
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he instinctively felt a small object hit his neck. His fingers wrapped around the object and he pushed it down his shirt. It came from the direction of the tower. He looked up and saw her frantically pointing her finger at a white object in her hand. The guards were also signally him to move on so he resolved that he'd examine the object thrown at him and...

Posted on 27 March 2011 @ 11:41 (London time) - permalink
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he slipped behind a lush banana palm to examine the tiny object. A tiny purple velvet pouch, with a drawstring knotted tightly at the top. His fingers fumbled, trying to untie the cord, but his efforts were abruptly curtailed by...

Posted on 28 March 2011 @ 9:0 (London time) - permalink
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the ringing of his cell phone, looking to see who was calling his face broke into a deep frown.

Posted on 28 March 2011 @ 13:21 (London time) - permalink
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"NO - I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE MY PHONE COMPANY..."

Posted on 29 March 2011 @ 2:55 (London time) - permalink
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...8 millions of New York City dwellers too are threatened by a fate worse than death . Because the most precious of the uncut diamonds now sits there ,in a luxury Upper East Side penthouse, after having fallen into the evil hands of....

Posted on 29 March 2011 @ 11:0 (London time) - permalink
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Count Asscher, the appointed guardian, protector and Trustee of the interests Princess.

Posted on 30 March 2011 @ 14:6 (London time) - permalink
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... each one bore the "Canada mark", intended to prove that a diamond was 'ethical' and not from a conflict area. The Count chuckled to himself at how ridiculously easy it had been to duplicate that mark and suddenly render his cache of blood diamonds salable anywhere.

Posted on 31 March 2011 @ 17:51 (London time) - permalink
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So she went into the tower bathroom to apply some Degree Deodorant which offers effective odor and wetness protection for men, women and girls. Feeling more confient she went back to the window to watch the lava flow and while peeling a grape she smiled dreamly at the picture on the table, it was a picture of....

Posted on 31 March 2011 @ 20:11 (London time) - permalink
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...the Love -of-Her-Life, Eduardo. He was her best friend in childhood, they had spent many happy hours playing together and roaming the nearby hillsides when they got time outside away from studying their books together. "I wonder where he is now?" she said to herself out loud. She really could use his help and it would be great to have someone to bounce ideas off of. *sigh*

Posted on 31 March 2011 @ 23:26 (London time) - permalink
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she

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 1:42 (London time) - permalink
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then sniffed her armpits and decided that now was the time for action, old boyfriends be damned, so she grabbed...

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 1:45 (London time) - permalink
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...her solid gold,sapphire studded cell phone and dialed Eduardo 's number which she never had the heart to delete even after all this years of separation and she waited ,with her heart pounding in her chest ....

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 7:43 (London time) - permalink
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only to hear, faintly in the distance, a hokey ringtone, a tune that reminded of her free, lost youth with Eduarado. Lo, Eduardo was hiding behind a bush, near the tower ...

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 9:11 (London time) - permalink
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at just about 100 yards from our nrave volcanologist, who in the meantime...

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 11:5 (London time) - permalink
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was pondering his own lost love, Miranda. Who, other than her hair lip, was one hot babe. Just the memory of her caused his throbbing manhood to surface. Suddenly a shot rang out!

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 21:9 (London time) - permalink
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Or, that which sounded like a shot. Actually, it was Eduardo that, hiding in the bush, had blown up a paper bag ( yes, he had an endearing childish streak and he loved all things which go ka-boom ). The sudden noise startled the volcanologist...

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 21:21 (London time) - permalink
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'oh no, i'm under attack!' the vulcanologist was startled by the noise. It sounded like a gunshot? And it was close. If lava was not a big enough threat now those guards wanted to shoot him? Then he heard giggling and it was very near...

Posted on 1 April 2011 @ 23:14 (London time) - permalink
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but so was the larva. The vulcanologist had to act quickly

Posted on 2 April 2011 @ 21:3 (London time) - permalink
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yet at the same time he felt irrestibly compelled to found out where the giggling came from, so...

Posted on 3 April 2011 @ 14:22 (London time) - permalink
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to get a better look around he climbed up the trunk of a ...

Posted on 5 April 2011 @ 16:24 (London time) - permalink
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...big elephant , who, oblivious to the imminent danger and the scorching heat .was peacefully grazing nearby ( The volcanologist had grown up in a circus and his dad the elephant tamer had taught him quite a few tricks ). But, whom the elephant belonged to ?-...

Posted on 6 April 2011 @ 15:52 (London time) - permalink
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COUNT ASSCHER!!!!!

Posted on 7 April 2011 @ 4:39 (London time) - permalink
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Fortunately the princess had a year's supply of epi pens with her, and was immune to the tawdry humour of WestJet attendants. Knowing that the vulcanologist needed a kick start if he was ever to rescue her, leaning out the window, she rent her gown to expose a seriously purple Victoria's Secret bra ...

Posted on 8 April 2011 @ 5:30 (London time) - permalink
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with the new and improved push-up capabilities. If those bodacious tata's didn't get his attention, nothing would. In just a matter of seconds...

Posted on 8 April 2011 @ 14:35 (London time) - permalink
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the vulcanologist rised his eyes and caught a glimps of purple. At first he thought it was Miranda, his long-lost love, the hot ( although moustached ) trapezist from the circus . She used to wear skimpy purple sequined outfits, and at the very thought the vulcanologist felt... never mind. But,looking better, he saw she was another young lady, who was waving at him and saying something that sounded like...

Posted on 11 April 2011 @ 11:42 (London time) - permalink
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the vulcanologist had always been (secretly) a boob man. He aimed a piercing Indian command at the elephant and..

Posted on 11 April 2011 @ 14:19 (London time) - permalink
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Wondered..................

Posted on 12 April 2011 @ 3:13 (London time) - permalink
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The monkeys !! exclaimed the vulcanologist slapping his forehead : " How did I not think of the monkeys before " ? There were dozens, maybe hundred of monkeys in the island. Big , nearly apelike monkeys too. The tower was apparentely impenetrable, but the monkeys were always climbing it up and down, disappearing into it and reappearing again. So maybe there was some secret access way to the tower , some hidden breach . Maybe, observing the monkeys coming and going, the vulcanologist could find a way to reach the beautiful damsel in distress....

Posted on 12 April 2011 @ 12:10 (London time) - permalink
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the vulcanologist wondered how he could keep track of which monkey was which, they all looked the same. He remembered he still had that bag of pecans in his rucksack. And that pack of fancy marker pens, that could glow in the dark. The pens seemed such a useless gift, when his ex gave the pack to him. But the pens could write on anything. He pushed the rest of the pecans in to the zippered bag held close to his body and took out one green marker pen. Holding three pecans out to entice a monkey towards him, he got ready to write a number on the first monkey that..

Posted on 16 April 2011 @ 6:8 (London time) - permalink
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...grabbed his nuts. He crept forward...

Posted on 17 April 2011 @ 6:47 (London time) - permalink
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tooo funny Birdy!

Posted on 18 April 2011 @ 14:19 (London time) - permalink
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Until the monkeys grabbed his banana too...

Posted on 18 April 2011 @ 20:35 (London time) - permalink
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I'm going to sit back with my popcorn, continue on ladies....

Posted on 18 April 2011 @ 20:58 (London time) - permalink
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To use as a microphone and burst into song

Posted on 19 April 2011 @ 18:44 (London time) - permalink
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After witnessing the singing monkeys, the vulcanologist sat staring in disbelief. Suddenly he had an idea...

Posted on 20 April 2011 @ 21:15 (London time) - permalink
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