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How about a web site where users all around the world can create a story one word at a time. Users log on, and read the story. There would be a pool of words and the users cast a vote for which one should be the next one in the story. Every ten minutes or so, the votes are tallied and the next word is
added to the story. After a certain amount of words or time, the old story is saved and archived, and a new story is started. [--August 1, 2001]
Half bakers have been kneeding the dough of this idea a bit by commenting on it one word at a time... As a result, the page is taking a long time to load, so I have started deleting some of the words, while keeping comments and recaps. If you're a first-time visitor to this idea, that is why it doesn't make a lot of sense. [--August 9, 2001]
On the toasty side.
http://www.halfbake...ive_20web_20fiction
Like this and the associated links. [angel, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
magnetic poetry
http://www.magpo.com
literary fridge magnets [mihali, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
For [DrBob]
http://www.parliame...mons/lib/almsad.htm
Clwyd, Ann; Cynon Valley; Lab [angel, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Time to bake
http://story.mauldeth.eu.org
I liked this idea so much I just had to bake it. It's still in it's infancy, I'm still cooking it some more to make it more usable and less archaic. [Update] No longer online, it went a little off, I'll revive it somepoint in the future if people want. [Peej, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Epicureanism, for UB.
http://www.xrefer.com/entry/551929
Its central purpose was happiness: a mind free from disturbance and a body free from pain. [lewisgirl, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Useful reference
http://www.dictionary.com
For when somebody gets a bit too wordy for my shrivelled little brain [babychaos, Aug 02 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Wikipedia: (Sandbox) Wikistory
http://en.wikipedia...Wikipedia:Wikistory
Same game, roughly the same amount of sense. [jutta, Sep 14 2006]
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On this "interactive web site" you should be able to turn
words in to links to take you to another storyline - ie
click on "Joe" to take you to another storyline that starts
with the word "Joe" - this way rather than saving one
story and starting another there would be an
ever-expanding number of stories with everything linking
together, and you might find out why Joe was looking for
his gear in the first place.| — | Jim,
Aug 02 2001, last modified Aug 09 2001 |
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Isn't this called "Exquisite corpse"?
Ah yes. The sky, the sky...The sky's gone out!
It all comes flooding back. |
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<recap> It was an elf that axonomically preferred eating custard with chopsticks. They denied circumventing firewalls, yet traction slipped before Joe found his gear. "How bizarre! Burning can destroy most EVERYTHING!" exclaimed Billy the centurion. "aaaarrrrrrgh!" bellowed Joe whilst rogering Billy's performing pectorals, "Stop sneezing gaskets, buy automotive lubricant." Plaster me stupid. Suddenly, Blimey! viscous liquid spewed and from everywhere sounds of flying squirrel offal exploding tape-worms rang throughout Tokyo. Roughly, Jim-Bob massaged a porcine bobby’s tea-set whilst discombobulating Maria von Trapp, the cellist's cupboard love. Rabid UnaBubba despises green eggs performing purple haze although leathery underwear tickles erotically. Coiling erotically around electric acorns and not manual frying, only Peter moaned. Spigot... "Architect sluggo aspidistra?" said beer slave of coconuts meandering aimlessly though flocks of quiet mimes. However, lightly twisting clairvoyant pigeon stoats exploded. Frigidly, Billy strained against Joe's mysterious sideburns. Poleaxed, choosing humbly not unexpectedly, yet bizarrely, Richard III threw up selected chewy bits scævola-style à la carte. Some people defenestrate woolly spud gloves, however Wilmanita's sister-in-law's sturgeon's wreck tachometer fiendishly extrapolated Pi. Rather, they fastidiously undermined cinco lupo outgrabe heretofore madness referred back to as frighteningly then Dwaine triumphantly triumphed. “By Jove!” Ejaculated Cholmondeley-Warner; “These dreams”, “Yes?” Cried Joe DiMaggio whilst frantically Marilyn showering/bathing attempted pumping tantric apparatus blithely, using mayonnaise. Unfortunately for Billy, Marguerita masticated lunch vulture-like but gracefully, adenoids devolved in a gherkin. “Mmmmm... aaaaaarrrrrrrgh... not bubble ‘n squeak?!” cried Walter’s nipple masseur provocatively, bacteria notwithstanding. Pumpkins without Halloween are woebegone pitiful plotlines. Theoretically, if humungous lizards mate, minotaurs masquerading witlessly as parsimonious fairydust will extrapolate melon-scented knickers. “Monkeys!”, elfin decapitation of elves caused dissension amongst Latvian elves’ collectives. Pumpkins worshipped thespians performing Billy’s Roman candelabra [sub-editorial control exercised here] opera silently, although semaphoric peeling skin machines tend to invade seductively. Meanwhile, elves were flaying wildly still waters, announced Billy. Eponymous or, suffice tachycardia gremlins showed. Mucilaginously, eolian aioli ails alienly,allegedly. Suddenly elves stor med the Parliament and defenestrated nn Clwyd. Impossibly, nobody cheered up. Meanwhile, malevolent synapses fired bananas maliciously. For Christmas, Joe comes home pectacularly wearing decreasing quantities of, deliberately, aubergine depleted thongs. Trafalgar Smith-Smith!" [double-barrelled name] exclaimed Marjorie 's hippopotamic simulator operator, grunted flatulently. Tangerine-toed trilobites terrorised Trafalgar, tantalisingly trepanning trespassers toasting tupperware.
Hypochondriac hydrophobics hover hedonistically who. Tralfalgar mis-spelled witchery whilst whittling willow warblers. Elves College, Cambridge can't EGGPLANT [ill take that as part of the story] Immanuel Kant, piss ant recants pedants. Whosoever sellotaped thesauruses to my Tyrannosaurus's sore ass should flypast </recap> |
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If this were a puppy, I would have put it to sleep by now. |
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[Hey... be careful of typos when recapping. It makes no
sense as it is. No reason to make it any more difficult. :) ] |
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["Tarantulas, however, water-ski because they can." That's
a grand total of two sentences that actually make sense.] |
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[UnaBubba: I didn't say that it was grammatically correct,
or even a true statement. All I meant was that if someone
said it to me, I would understand what they were trying
to communicate.] |
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innuendo
(recap) It was an elf that axonomically preferred eating custard with chopsticks. They denied circumventing firewalls, yet traction slipped before Joe found his gear. "How bizarre! Burning can destroy most EVERYTHING!" exclaimed Billy the centurion. "aaaarrrrrrgh!" bellowed Joe whilst rogering Billy's performing pectorals, "Stop sneezing gaskets, buy automotive lubricant." Plaster me stupid. Suddenly, Blimey! viscous liquid spewed and from everywhere sounds of flying squirrel offal exploding tape-worms rang throughout Tokyo. Roughly, Jim-Bob massaged a porcine bobby’s tea-set whilst discombobulating Maria von Trapp, the cellist's cupboard love. Rabid UnaBubba despises green eggs performing purple haze although leathery underwear tickles erotically. Coiling erotically around electric acorns and not manual frying, only Peter moaned. Spigot... "Architect sluggo aspidistra?" said beer slave of coconuts meandering aimlessly though flocks of quiet mimes. However, lightly twisting clairvoyant pigeon stoats exploded. Frigidly, Billy strained against Joe's mysterious sideburns. Poleaxed, choosing humbly not unexpectedly, yet bizarrely, Richard III threw up selected chewy bits scævola-style à la carte. Some people defenestrate woolly spud gloves, however Wilmanita's sister-in-law's sturgeon's wreck tachometer fiendishly extrapolated Pi. Rather, they fastidiously undermined cinco lupo outgrabe heretofore madness referred back to as frighteningly then Dwaine triumphantly triumphed. “By Jove!” Ejaculated Cholmondeley-Warner; “These dreams”, “Yes?” Cried Joe DiMaggio whilst frantically Marilyn showering/bathing attempted pumping tantric apparatus blithely, using mayonnaise. Unfortunately for Billy, Marguerita masticated lunch vulture-like but gracefully, adenoids devolved in a gherkin. “Mmmmm... aaaaaarrrrrrrgh... not bubble ‘n squeak?!” cried Walter’s nipple masseur provocatively, bacteria notwithstanding. Pumpkins without Halloween are woebegone pitiful plotlines. Theoretically, if humungous lizards mate, minotaurs masquerading witlessly as parsimonious fairydust will extrapolate melon-scented knickers. “Monkeys!”, elfin decapitation of elves caused dissension amongst Latvian elves’ collectives. Pumpkins worshipped thespians performing Billy’s Roman candelabra [sub-editorial control exercised here] opera silently, although semaphoric peeling skin machines tend to invade seductively. Meanwhile, elves were flaying wildly still waters, announced Billy. Eponymous or, suffice tachycardia gremlins showed. Mucilaginously, eolian aioli ails alienly, allegedly. Suddenly elves stormed the Parliament and defenestrated Ann Clwyd. Impossibly, nobody cheered up. Meanwhile, malevolent synapses fired bananas maliciously. For Christmas, Joe comes home spectacularly wearing decreasing quantities of, deliberately, aubergine depleted thongs. Trafalgar Smith-Smith!" [double-barrelled name] exclaimed Marjorie 's hippopotamic simulator operator, grunted flatulently. Tangerine-toed trilobites terrorised Trafalgar, tantalisingly trepanning trespassers toasting tupperware. Hypochondriac hydrophobics hover hedonistically who. Tralfalgar mis-spelled witchery whilst whittling willow warblers. Elves College, Cambridge can't EGGPLANT [ill take that as part of the story] Immanuel Kant, piss ant recants pedants. Whosoever sellotaped thesauruses to my Tyrannosaurus's sore ass should flypast. Wherefore do-do shrinketh taxidermy inexorably, uxoriously Blimey!
Chapter 2.
Poleaxe Polecat, polevaulting Poland, exsanguinated exquisite exhibitionists exhibiting exceptional examples exhaustively. “Trigonometry triumphs!”, trilled Trilobite Trixie truculently. Ptolemy’s ptarmigan’s pteroform pteridophyte pteroclomorphised pteranodons pterribly. Nonetheless, microcosmic adaptors Napster’s nefarious, vicarious omnibus “The End Is Nigh” Oh good. lied Lionel Richie. Perdurability notwithstanding, Aloysius’s bean bomb blast permeated perpetuity quizzically. Alliteration always alludes, allegedly, although alligators’ alimony arose allegorically awry. Finally, fellating flautists felched Friar Flimflam Frottage fortuitously. “Turing! Turtles turbulently turbulently tumbling…”, cried crybaby. Meanwhile, underground, a halfbaked licorice gigantilaser sliced pizza turbulently, resulting inexorably scoreably yet extemporaneously extolled. Herrings often swim. Tarantulas, however, water-ski because they can. Flatulence notwithstanding, Sheep, goats, Norfolk and Somerset occasionally cupellate themselves then terminally. Dance(cupellate = vaporise) yellowbelly! Enough. sophistry can't replace lovers ' epicureanism. Epicureanism is really enjoyable. [see link] Flagellation misspelled Nervosa , and excessive twice universally but no-one speculated a Spanish Inquisition in Tierra Del Fuego , especially since Joe [bringing back in an old character...] & Billy inserted Inquisitors intricately intrasententially inanely. Flibbertigibbet! They would have been supper -ing quietly while (expression=true) blasting away Elves with wild exaggeration vehemently, damn nation came swiftly. Anfraxious antelope antlers are alliterating and astronomically avid. Terebinthinate turtles theantropically truncated. Lascivious lickspittles ingratiated ludicrous hydatiform monkey coprophiliacs. Menacingly, Joe 's ASCII (OK, if you insist) hamster died. Tintinnabulatory telephones roused Joe from his fitful cathexis. Emotionally, but
verbosely prolix innuendo
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[admin: This idea breaks every once in a while when a "delete" command for an annotation gets aborted halfway through. (Or maybe it's two overlapping appends -- not sure.) Since I'm not going to have time to fix this before a major upcoming rewrite, maybe it's time to move it to the sites written for the purpose?] |
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Billy's
[could it be we're heading towards a denouement here?] |
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pectorals
Indeed, we have come full circle back to Billys pecs |
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(man, that's the prettiest sentence I've seen yet)
into |
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enough
(It was like the tennis elbow foot game that used to be on the radio.) |
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, Derringers
(Next time [sdm] stops by, would he please delete his recap.) |
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Doofi (Doofuses just didn't look right.) |
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parroted
Yes, I noticed that UnaBubba, that was why I just had to comment on the beauty of it. |
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[Ha! "Pie are scared" ...Ha! I just got it. Good one.] |
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[was pleased that angel picked up on the cue...wasn't sure anyone would] |
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Mplayer.com has an excellent game along these lines: |
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http://www.mplayer.com/cardgames/games/yarn/ |
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(Note: it's not a "card game," as the url leads you to believe. Naughty url! Naughty!) |
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(There is a link feature you may have missed in the excitement.)
shaped |
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[Oh my! (In true Professor Farnsworth style) Is this thing still alive? I would have thought everyone would have got bored of it by now. Especially seeing as it's actually been baked. Ah well] |
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Violence
[sorry, bad afternoon...] |
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nonviolence (Where is Moneypenny?) |
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[hmmm, I see a song arriving here] |
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( UB..Mmmmmm.....that thought kinda lingers) |
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Lugubrious,
(this really is tired now isn't it. I may be deciding not to come back any more. Bye!) |
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Epilogue:
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Damn, I just posted something like this and someone brings this up. Bad luck. |
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Is this idea why one-word-at-a-time stories are banned from the 'bakery (or at least frowned upon), 'coz I remember reading something to that effect in the help file... |
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