Five word story

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

TEN! No, FOUR! wait, SEVEN...

[Doomslug the Arcane she/her]

DID I ALREADY SAY THAT

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

BUT DOES IT MATTER? I

[Cookie Spren]

SEEM TO HAVE DIED ALREADY.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

ALSO, I CAN ONLY COUNT

[Keke They/he]

TO FOUR. LETS CHANGE THE

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

FLOPPING SUBJECT. WHO WAS THE 

Reoccurring character we decided upon.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

First person who dive into

[Cookie Spren]

A large vat of monkeys

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

wearing silly hats that have

[Cookie Spren]

smaller monkeys dancing on them

Edited December 22, 2024 by The Sly Cookie

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Who are wearing dancing monkey

[TwinStorm He/Him]

pants that give you magic

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and allow you to count

[TwinStorm He/Him]

to thirty, an unprecedented skill

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that astounded the unworthy. Rhyming

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

schemes were also beyond their

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ability. But they had hair

[TwinStorm He/Him]

a glorious shade of lemon

[Cookie Spren]

That was also magically laced

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with a material not paced

[Cookie Spren]

By gods up in Heaven.

 

 Back to rhyming baby:

8 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

a glorious shade of lemon

[TwinStorm He/Him]

These gods controlled mighty powers 

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that give me two flowers 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

that tasted, unfortunately, disgustingly sour.