The Forbidden Letter Game

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B:

 

Join Maraqua cuz we can rock your socks off.

[jumpingbeans]

C: I will never join Maraqua because I know that the Lost Desert will finish with first overall. We will pwn everybody, anywhere, anyhow. Beware world, we will pwn you, whether you like it or not. We will be the ultimate winners, sweeping everbody else. We will be awesome

*starts to boogie*

[antiaircraft]

D:

 

Well, it's certainly interesting to see forum members supporting their respective teams so enthusiastically.

[jumpingbeans]

E:

Go LD! You can do it!

You will win. And you will Pwn it!

*starts discoing, LD way.*

Music starts playing.

Up, down, up down, down, up, backwards.... wait, that is odd....

Anyway, this story is about Dog, a dog who is in a group about lollipops, and saying that lollipops can kill dogs, which is horrifying. Dog didn't find loolipops good to start with, so Dog is in a group. I am crazy about lollipops, so I took out a loolipop and shot it at Dog, in his group. Dog's now not with us.

I am now finishing this story.

[jumpingbeans]

G:

If I could have one wish, it might be a dish

IF I would die, I would cry.

I really like cheese, more cheese please?

This isn't yet over-oh look, a clover.

Much more left to come, I'm still not done

That last rhyme was bad, it made me real sad.

Lollipops are bad, but they make me so glad.

Is this getting boring, and are you snoring.

There isn't plot, like the ones I have sought

Will you keep reading, even while bleeding?

Should I end now, or become a cow?

Are you still viewing, also while chewing.

This is so boring, so here's a story

Once upon a time, there was a rhyme.

It sounded so bad, and boy was I glad, that the people who're mad, can't reach me and my dad. Jello is good, and this is done now.

BYE!!!

Lost Desert will pwn!!!

[Noog]

That had so many G's in it O.o

 

g:

 

Say want you want

Cause you know we're on top

this all that we know, this is all that you want

if you can't stand on your own, then speak up and let us know

tones will be modified

curtains will drop

who knew the top wouldn't be too pretty

[Hannah B.]

That had so many G's in it O.o

 

g:

 

Say want you want

Cause you know we're on top

this all that we know, this is all that you want

if you can't stand on your own, then speak up and let us know

tones will be modified

curtains will drop

who knew the top wouldn't be too pretty

The way it works is, if someone makes a post that includes the forbidden letter, you're supposed to move on to the next letter in the alphabet! ( I didn't include the letter G in there, just for the record!) :P

[jumpingbeans]

H:

I disagree a bit. If someone makes a post containing the forbidden letter, you need to do a post not containing letter lastly posted., and vice versa.

So if I accidentally put my forbidden letter, you'd need to not include it. Got it? Good.

Anyone a Lost Desert fan?

GO LOST DESERT

(and, for records, I didn't include my forbidden letter)

[antiaircraft]

I:

 

The lead-off post on the word game we play has the rules that control how we play.

[jumpingbeans]

J:

'If I died, what would happen?' Bob said, quivering in fear in his bed.

'I don't know, but we'd all miss you forever' I stated, barely keeping myself from crying. Bob had cancer, and we were not rich enough to go to the hospital for treatment. 'I wish we were with Uncle Fred, up in Canada. I hear they have free treatment there.' I sighed, remembering the time he got pneumonia, yet, because he lived in Canada, where treatment is free, he got to live.

I don't think it's fair how that, up in 'the Great North', as some of my friends call it, if you get seriously sick, you can still survive.

'Remember Aunt Betsy?' I asked, trembling in sadness. 'She got cancer, yet she died.'

'Remember her?' I asked again, not getting an answer.

I looked at Bob, whose eyes were closed. He was barely breathing, and I only could detect a faint heartbeat.

'Please don't die, Bob, please.'

I looked at my father, perhaps the last time ever alive.

And he said but two words:

'Goodbye, son'

Part two to follow.

[antiaircraft]

K:

 

My dear sir, you should consider settling into a career in professional writing.

[jumpingbeans]

L:

Part Two:

"Where am I?" I heard, after such a nerve-racking time, from the man, dressed in white, semi-awake, in a bed.

"You" I said, with such happiness "are in the wonder of the Great North"

"But...how?" my father asked, remaining a bit dazed.

"Thank Fred. I phoned him, and he managed to get us free medicine at the much reduced cost of off-season air tickets. we got here just before you died. Thanks to the Canadian free medicine, you managed to survive!"

"What?" Bob asked, confused.

"Never mind. The thing that matters most is that you're not dead, and now, very much good. I think we deserve to stay in Canada, in case this ever happens again."

I went to the window, expecting to see the sun, or maybe some rain. Instead, I saw a tornado, speeding around at a super-speedy rate!

To be continued...

P.S. I'm considering a writing career.

[Bebaa]

M: This took I a while to figure out what word doesn't work with that darn letter. Grrrrrr!

[Noog]

N:

 

My post about the letter G was legitimate; a tidbit to the above should be omitted.

[antiaircraft]

O:

 

It's an interesting fact that the glyphs at this entry's beginning can create a smiley if reversed.

[Noog]

P:

 

This smilie thinks it can lick its eye. How absurd! *licks towards my own eye* And difficult!

[jumpingbeans]

R:

Number 3

The wind was coming close to us so fast! I listened to an attendant shout:

"Hide!Go to the closet! Beneath the bed! Someplace safe."

But Bob, he was attached to the life-saving equipment.

"What do I do?" He asked, as people panicked. He stayed calm, like he didn't mind.

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to un-attach the equipment, and hope you live. It's good enough if you don't have to die, and have a chance to live"

I got the medical people to assist me in taking off the heavy machines. It took a lot of time, and we just got Bob in a closet in time. And we hoped with all of might to live.

Edition 4 to come.

[antiaircraft]

S:

 

It would appear that The Forbidden Letter Game can't keep going forever long without me. xD

[jumpingbeans]

four:

I could hear winds slowing down, and, hoping sunny days came back, I opened up my hiding place. I saw blankness, nobody, nowhere, or even no how. I realized we had been inside heavy winds, (called an eye), where hurricanes were slowed down, inside all windiness. I was scared. Blowing winds were coming all around me, and any way winds could come. I hopped back in my hiding place, in due course, before I blew away. I saw Bob, coughing and wheezing. I knew how he would finish:dead, in a few seconds. I prayed, and I prayed, knowing he would die. And he did. In mere seconds. He faded from life, and his final words were: I love Canada.

Five coming soon, by jumpingbeans, in Forbidden le__er game.

[antiaircraft]

U:

 

Ah, it is indeed a great privilege to be assigned a vowel in the game of forbidden letters.

[Noog]

V:

 

I would call it not. Maybe you would not be so excited had you the letter A.

[antiaircraft]

W:

 

As a matter of fact, it is the letter E that is the most common in the English language, and I find it a most enjoyable challenge.

[Noog]

x:

 

There was a novel, however, that managed to never use the letter E at all, so in fact, it is not needed.

[CAV of Gang Green]

Y:

 

Is that true? I must read this novel to know that it's not a lie. What is its name?

[jumpingbeans]

Part Five:

I cried, and I cried, when Bob died. Stuffed in a closet, with a horrible disease, and no life-supporting systems, he hadn't a chance. I didn't think anything could make me feel better. Then, I heard that the team Lost Desert won the cup at the very last second. That team was the team Bob and I were supporting since the very first cup.We didn't care if it didn't do the greatest, we were just fans forever. That loosened the pain a bit, but not much. I still cried, and cried, because the late Great Bob, who had played so many games he was level 20, could not witness the rise of the Lost Desert.

The End.

Anyone like my series, and want me to make another one?