This must be the equivalent of Slow TV ... Slow Read!
Which must have been too much for Panchax in Post
#712, who could not limit themself to one word, so added five (red, they wanted be wonderful), and clearly they were so excited by what they did, that it made no grammatical sense.
So using my artistic license, I am attempting a correction, taking the later replies into account, plus adding my own word. Hope it helps.
I haven't read all 48 pages, to see who may have changed what, but I notice in the second sentence, that we now have Florin instead of Florentine.
Here goes .....
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Once, a long carrot was thought to have measles. This gift has made headlines in Florin, where George sat waiting with a violin once used to humiliate Godzilla by its beautiful Icee tone.
Carrots under ground listen for violin music. Godzilla with apples firmly in maw, began to saw away on his cello, which was small change compared to Mr. Rogers harp. So, underground, the revolutionaries planned to contract Maestro of Neptune and bring sexy cookies from AntiMeaslesland.
Striations, jalapenos, sturgeons, and creamy soap were being hyper sensitive and stirred until boiling. Toiling over turnips which were tranquilly paranoid, George considered his options while humming Bach's harmonica when suddenly Godzilla pulled up.
This boded ill for me, since I had painful memories since that time carrots opened fire-roasted peanuts while playing 'Angry Birds' on Facebook.
Facebook isn't carrot friendly either, then. MobileRead, however, befriends Angry Birds who can dance while eating carrots.
George contemplated Godzilla's penchant for apples and skyscrapers. Kiwi inclined penguins fight to stink out shoes. However apples and naughty NASCAR racecars, racing tornados across NOrth Korea's nuclear powered wasteland, remained stoically resilient to measle-contaminated carrots. Measle-contaminated carrot's enemies gathered, including every leek, cucumber, radish and rotten-no-good, underhanded, stinking acrobat in the MobilRead moderaters club. Nuclear powered drills cut a swathe through them without any difficulty.
Undeterred, Godzilla attacked Florin with spam and Cheese sandwiches. This story is untrue. What transpired was not impressive to the witnesses who had seen carrots deploy violins with armoured bows; taking charge cards and Dolly Parton wigs, violently.
George, Dolly Parton, Loretta and Curley discussed François Hollande's "L'Heure des choix. Pour une économie politique"
"Huh?" English-speaking Godzilla didn't follow French politics. George explained to him that economy of scaled retribution required 'carottes cuites". "What the," Bin-Laden cursed, "how the French fry carrots rule doesn't make sense."
Meanwhile, matadors with cucumbers pranced around daintily while eating a banquet laid on giant mushrooms. They blew their spores directly into their partner's face which hurt!
George duplicated the extraordinary amount of fried quivering violin bows at Acme headquarters. This duplication was necessary as his finger was to close the gap between bows narrows.
Godzilla farted daintily whilst whistling Bach's Godzilla in harmony in cacophony, shocking millions of carrots into considering nose-clips. Unfortunately, they chose to use anti-gravity hairclips to lift themselves over George and regretted being carrots.
The cat witnessed everything. LeBron, AKA, Wodin the Great and I discussed Hunger Games while Osama Bin Laden slowly considered rotting corpses which boogied during Woodstock's flyby for Nuns.
Muslim accordionists played in underwater synagogues while breathing. Later they drowned when purple people crumbled feta cheese quesadillas. Scottish bagpipes playing ABBA's blacklist with black pants down to their eyelids. Causing great concern, George brewed moonshine in his bathtub despite revenuers breaking wind in the next universe. Unintentionally, George's noxious fumes caused massive panic amongst carrots, driving them to desperation which inevitably caused hilarious yet suffocating coughing.
Bump painfully sat holding a carrot nappy which mitigated many eyewatering peppers' aftereffects, which caused uncontrollable incountanence. Unsettled, Bump tried using three different medications to settle his gastric induced symphony of bodily harmonious rumblings resulting in respite of solemn contemplation.
According to anonymous sources, unspeakable political activists swarmed candy coated unicorns. The faeries were angry due to increased daffodil-tea consumption. Daffodil-tea tastes like armpits, shocking everyone drinking custard from fountains located outside Galactic Core headquarters.
Sci-Fi authors belong under starship instruction to report rogue time travelers for altering the past. Dr. Who, notified other time travelers/TimeLords trampolining through ultraspace. Ultraspace does wierd things to technology, causing completely unexpected results. These horrifying mishaps demonstrate why individuals must protect their technological resources against entering without shielding.
Meanwhile, robots never eat kittens while in the loo. Instead, they seek tasty rabbit for their children's meal. Then, while the children waited, they entered the forest armed.
Slowly, as they proceeded carefully into the place where spirits acted mischievously, they approached the trees. As darkness fell, the robots observed trees moving fluidly towards their legs, requiring them to back up.
Unfortunately, this was not effective. Trying to maintain their equilibrium, they quickly turned and found themselves surrounded by sharp, poisonous thorns! Being red, roses of blood
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While I am here, I thought I would mention how similar this is to a game we used to play in the church youth group when I was a kid (some 45 years ago). Back then, it was with a piece of paper and involved as many words per person that you liked (within reason), so long as you stopped partway through a sentence, and all the next author saw, was what was visible after making a fold of the paper, that hid most of what had been written before. So the story could become quite weird and wacky, because you had very little clues to go on with ... maybe just one word or as many as several, in the only line that showed. Typically, you would sit in a circle and keep passing the paper around, and at some agreeable point, it would be decided to finish the story. Then someone would attempt to read it out ... if they could stop laughing long enough. I can remember laughing so much on many occasions, that my stomach hurt.
If you were really adventurous, you could have more than one story being written, maybe one started by each participant, and that person would also be the one who finished off their story and read it aloud, each person taking turns with theirs. Certainly a lot of hilarity and themes running through the story or stories.
A fun element, was to mention someone in the group, but make sure their name was in the hidden portion when you passed the story onto the next writer. In fact, it was such naming that often made it so damn funny.
Many years ago, I created a program called
Tall Tales, which sought to emulate that game using encrypted text in a file, with the story starter being the only one with the password, that allowed them to read it all and publish. You could specify how many trailing words could be seen by the next writer, and also suggest themes, etc, etc. It worked well enough, passing the text file around by email or PM attachment.