Post by theretsam on Aug 2, 2014 13:36:59 GMT
From the producers of Let's Make A Story Together now comes the sequel... Let's Make A Story Together 2: Let's Make Another Story Together.
The rules:
You can add as much as you want in one post, but no double posts.
Try to go in the opposite direction as the previous poster. In fact, try to tell your own story in spite of everyone else trying to tell theirs. Keep it fun.
And most importantly: keep it clean.
It was that age that the Doctor did all kinds of weird stuff, and even weirder stuff was happening around him. Nothing was quite as it should be, as the Doctor's assistants could relate progressively less to the time the TARDIS' helmic regulator was centered around (i.e. London, Britain, year 19XX, as usual). The world was raw and angry.
"Doctor", said Amanda, "tell me again why you can't bring me home?"
"Earth doesn't exist anymore, Amanda. It was erased from time in The Final Solution, remember?"
"Still down in the dumps about it, then?"
"A bit, yeah. You not?"
"Nah. I hated the Earth anyway. And now I'll never have to finish my exams." she said as she popped her bubblegum.
"What year was that, again?"
"Nineteen ninety-ex."
"Ex? But that's not a normal human number. Not until the year 100,000,001,997, anyway."
"Nineteen ninety-balls. Nineteen ninety-shit."
"...yes, Amanda, I think that's enough for now. What are you reading, anyway?"
"Wikiped. History of London, 1970-2059."
"Stop it! That's your future! And mine, come to think of it."
"Do you even have a future?"
"I can get quite existential about that, actually. Excellent question in regards to a time traveler. I think it was the philosopher Xin'Zing-Boom who said..."
"Shut up."
"No, I think that was Kant, actually. My fault, shouldn't have shot him in the foot."
"You're a Kant."
"Yes. Well. That was unnecessary, don't you think? We should all have some fresh air."
The TARDIS materialized.
CRASH!
"That's not good."
The rules:
You can add as much as you want in one post, but no double posts.
Try to go in the opposite direction as the previous poster. In fact, try to tell your own story in spite of everyone else trying to tell theirs. Keep it fun.
And most importantly: keep it clean.
It was that age that the Doctor did all kinds of weird stuff, and even weirder stuff was happening around him. Nothing was quite as it should be, as the Doctor's assistants could relate progressively less to the time the TARDIS' helmic regulator was centered around (i.e. London, Britain, year 19XX, as usual). The world was raw and angry.
"Doctor", said Amanda, "tell me again why you can't bring me home?"
"Earth doesn't exist anymore, Amanda. It was erased from time in The Final Solution, remember?"
"Still down in the dumps about it, then?"
"A bit, yeah. You not?"
"Nah. I hated the Earth anyway. And now I'll never have to finish my exams." she said as she popped her bubblegum.
"What year was that, again?"
"Nineteen ninety-ex."
"Ex? But that's not a normal human number. Not until the year 100,000,001,997, anyway."
"Nineteen ninety-balls. Nineteen ninety-shit."
"...yes, Amanda, I think that's enough for now. What are you reading, anyway?"
"Wikiped. History of London, 1970-2059."
"Stop it! That's your future! And mine, come to think of it."
"Do you even have a future?"
"I can get quite existential about that, actually. Excellent question in regards to a time traveler. I think it was the philosopher Xin'Zing-Boom who said..."
"Shut up."
"No, I think that was Kant, actually. My fault, shouldn't have shot him in the foot."
"You're a Kant."
"Yes. Well. That was unnecessary, don't you think? We should all have some fresh air."
The TARDIS materialized.
CRASH!
"That's not good."