Storyteller theater

Ok, so I did an exercise like this while I was doing work in theatres and playhouses. I will start a story and it is up to the next person that posts to continue the story and so on and so forth. Nothing that happens is a wrong answer so have fun with it. Everyone can only post one time though and once everybody has posted I will end it.

Benny the sad clown was having an unusually good day as he sat beside the ferris wheel watching the people from all over the fair laugh and play games and ride the rides.

It wasn't normal for Benny to be this cheerful, but he had found something he could finally cling to to make himself happy and he didn't care what anyone thought of him. His one joy was...

pwning noobs in Runescape. To him graphics and gameplay didn't matter. Every day of his waking life, he spent his time making children laugh and cheer while he rolled around on an overinflated beach ball with a rainbow umbrella sticking out of his head. After humiliating himself while wearing a suit that Boy George wouldn't be caught dead wearing in a gay pride parade, nothing pleased him more than logging into his account, picking up his cheesily rendered sword and laying the smack down on some..

monkeys! My god, MONKEYS?! How he hated those rat bastards in the game, it seemed that they were like the phantoms of runescape who randomly showed up when you least expected it. Luckily for Benny, he had long ago lost the will to live anyway, so the monkeys seemed not to bother him as they would others. But soon, Benny's time would come, it was his turn to...

find a mystical princess, that would bathe in the sweet aloes of crimson fire. Never did he know that one day, after being killed by a blackened dragon he would be running back to his body to see...

A naked Scotsmen doing yoga at his favorite bar. Well this was not going to just slide by like the last time oh no!! This time he was going to stop it so he walked right up to that naked man and said...

Listen here ya bearded liquor filter in a skirt! I don't know where ya been, but clearly you DIDN'T win first prize. Maybe it didn't occur to you yet, but whiskey and Hindu don't mix, and we don't wanna see your swinging nuts flopping around a a pair of poorly prepared Rocky Mountain Oysters. I suggest to take your claymore and Zen and...

Then was caught right in the face by a stray bullet from a drive by. He lay in agony screaming and swallowing blood thinking to himself about all that had gone wrong, when he felt the big burly arms of the scotsman lift him high and carry him into a nearby tent. He looked up into the scotsman's caring brown eyes and smiled the kind of smile only lovers can share. "Is this a dream?" The scotsman said. "If it is I don't want to wake up." Said Benny. Benny got his wish that night and was found in the tent the next morning by police. He had drowned on a combination of jism and his own blood. The police ruled it a suicide.

-The End-

Utterly bizarre.

twas an epix tell of love, dragons, and scotsmen! whats not to love?

Wow J1NX! Outdone yourself again lol