The Forbidden Letter Game

[jumpingbeans]

Y:

I should just take it slower, like RIG said.

But I remember when I could write paragraphs of stories in this topic.

I shall recommence on a new leaf.

[antiaircraft]

Z:

 

It is indeed also awesome to create highly concise sentences.

[jumpingbeans]

A:

 

You wrote the funnest thing to do in this topic.

[antiaircraft]

B:

 

It is amusing to write sentences of exactly ten words.

[jumpingbeans]

C:

But it is more fun to write paragraphs. Do you wish to write a story with me, one paragraph at a time, without our bad letter

[antiaircraft]

D:

 

Perhaps we might try writing a story of ten-letter sentences?

[jumpingbeans]

E:

That sounds good. I'll go first.

A hippopotamus and a lion didn't know that a spy...

[antiaircraft]

F:

 

Was a-watching them as they let the hours run by...

[jumpingbeans]

G:

but they soon discovered the spy by trial and error:

[antiaircraft]

H:

 

Step one was using MSN to contact an NSA friend.

[The Score in Blue]

I:

 

Then we went ahead and threw a party on Neopets.

[jumpingbeans]

J:

We invited everybody in the world, except for Mister Wilson.

[antiaircraft]

K:

 

Precisely why Mister Wilson was uninvited has never been determined.

[livvy]

L:

 

We suspect it was his habit of twisting his mustache.

[antiaircraft]

M:

 

It appears that Livvy broke the exactly-ten-words chain! :O

[livvy]

N:

 

Silly Theo. Of what break of form do you speak?

[antiaircraft]

O:

 

And it became clear that his twirling inexplicably caused edits.

[̊ ˉˉ ̊]

P:

 

I do not have a clue what the current conversation going on here is about, so I'll just say "When was the last time anybody here had a banana? "

[antiaircraft]

Q:

 

Myles, since this topic needs a minimum of a ten-word sentence per post, we were writing a story composed entirely of ten-word sentences while simultaneously avoiding the letters. :yes:

[jumpingbeans]

R:

It it fun, but not totally impossible, yet difficult still.

[jumpingbeans]

T:

Hello, Big Bro. I come from Mars, seeking advice on hair care. Can you help me?

[antiaircraft]

U:

 

I believe the brain extraction department is in need of some technical assistance.

[The Score in Blue]

V:

 

Back since I! And besides... who needs technical assistance when you carry your trusty balloon bazooka?

[jumpingbeans]

W:

I personally prefer my duckzooka when I'm shooting, for un-obvious reasons.

[antiaircraft]

X:

 

Javelin custard pie missiles are a much more capable choice on the modern tech support battlefield.