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I want to see how creative people can be. Lets write a short, descriptive (adjectives) story about finding some sort of treasure. It doesn't have to be gold, or something. No graal related treasure. Infact, don't include graal alot in your story. Lets see if we can get about eight paragraphs. Two to four sentences in a paragraph. I'll start. Try not to include any Graalian Account nicknames/account names.

One day, I had woke up at about 3:30 PM and walked outside with a warm jacket on. As I was walking down the cold, long, black, ice-covered street, I noticed a small crumpled up piece of paper close to the grass. I walked over to it, bent down a bit and picked it up. I thought it was just trash, but I uncrumpled it and noticed that it said something very eye-catching...

For example, the next paragraph someone writes will say what it said, and go on in more detail.

Quote whoever your paragraph is taking place after. Stick to this, please.

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....In fact, it was very interesting. I examined it very closely. It said in tiny print: "Meet at the local docks at 4:30AM (date unreadable), don't forget to bring the money, or you'll regret it!" I thought this was very interesting, I will show this to my friends....

.. after i showed my friends..they phoned the nut house and men in white suits came after me. i ran away, my friends had turned on me, i couldnt trust anyone.. was i going crazy? or was the world against me? i ran to hide in the junkyard...

I added a bit and proofread it. Nice reply, by th way.
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... After I showed my friends, they phoned the nut house and men in white suits came after me. I ran hastily away. My friends had turned on me; it looked as if I couldn't trust anyone. Was I going crazy? Or was my luck running out? What use did this mysterious paper have? I ran to hide in the junkyard...

Suddenly an anvil feel on top of your head and the story goes back to James post.

I had just realized that the piece of paper was an invitation to krahanderman's extravagenza at the zoo! On the way there I walked, hopped, ran, flew, swam, and trotted like an african horse. Once I arrived i had realized that I wasn't even CLOSE to a zoo, but at card kingdom. The next day brought sad faces to me, all because of one little, puny, good for notihng squirrel.

For some reason I found that hilarious. :p

Now this squirrel wasn't any ordinary squirrel, it was diabolical. The squirrel had escaped from the zoo. His mission? Nuts. This crazed squirrel would stop at nothing to get a nut, and he had a plan. And unbeknownst to you, you have just sprung the first trap in his malicious plot....

The squirrel pulled out a chaingun and ran down the street litterally painting it red, in blood. I ran out with two fourty-four magnums strapped to my waist. I then unholstred them and began firing all matrix style. The squirrel though turned out to be AN AGENT OF THE MATRIX!

...but all in all. The squirrel was a terrorist. He planned to destroy the world! So I ran the squirrel over with a lawnmower...and I start over from the beginning, this time, spending weeks and weeks camping out at the local docks. Waiting to see what would happen...

no chain gun and terrorist stuff...
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...As I waited, I began to nod off. It was getting late, and the sun was setting. Shorty after I had fallen asleep, a tall dark figure appeared infront of me. Startled, I scrambled to my feet and waited for him to speak, or any sort of communication...

... you quickly check your pants to see if you're wearing your lucky heman underwear, you are, so you continue on...

Way to ruin it...:rolleyes:

...It was Bin Laden so I killed him and the US government gave me the "treasure" of 25 million dollars.

The end.

... CREATIVE. Not lame and stupid.

He started talking, I couldn't hear any of his faint words as though he was mumbling to himself, I started to run away as fast as I could because I surely knew this was the day. My friends told me each year on Februar 18, that a mysterious black figure comes out and hurts kids. I was really scared so I went over to my friend's house. I knocked on the stain-tinted window and as I peared through the eyehole..

thanx!

Slowly dark clouds moved upon the town. A storm began to brew....then out of the pitch black came a bolt of lightning killing the squirrel. A note floated down and landed on its corpse. It read "More is coming"....

Dun ruin it people :(

...As I gasped for air from the escape, I continued watching the man. Slowly, but surely, the man was coming towards the house. My heart raced, and it felt like it was moving up my tight throat. Panic was beginning to take hold, as I felt it gripping my chest...

....Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, I quickly turned to the door and back at the black myst that was infront of me, I turned back to the door and I knocked on it, someone knocked back 3 times and suddenly the door jumped off its hinges. I took a glimpse of the inside and I saw a chest with a keyhole in it. On top of the chest there was a letter, it read:

"Help me, I have tried searching my mansion but have no luck in finding my lost treasure, if you read this than you will know that I have gone to a better place, find my treasure and it is your's"....

((sorry i have to od this!))
.... the man walked closer and closer. I banged as hard as i could on the thick brown door. "LET ME IN DUDE!" I screamed, no answere came. The man was twenty feet, fifteenfeet! "STAY BACK OR ILL THROW SOMETHING!"

...the tone of the dark enigmatic man's voice sent chills up my spine. i looked up at him as he smirked and extended his pale hand out and waited for me to act. what could of he wanted? was it the paper, i looked closer and held the paper to the moonlight, etched in blood, the title red "death certificate" and then i knew...

With a look over your shoulder at the approaching villan, you shove the letter into your pocket. Treasure hunting would have to wait till later. Now this man chasing you had to be done away with. So with a quick stride you make your way over to the police station. Surely no criminal would risk following you there. But this wasn't any criminal, it was a diciple of the malicious squirrel...

If you're going to post in this topic and have any respect whatsoever for other people, try to post something that will add to the story.

While this vicious squirrel was eating a purple coloured mango, he suddenly had these weird annoyances of people changing a so called "plot" by adding guns and terrorists. At this idea he flippin' lost it! He put on his heman underwear (;)!) and a turtleneck and started signing macho man. What happens next can only be read through a magic ball that that comes from a chinese restaurant inside of a fortune cookie.