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Round robbin writing game

Hambil

Hambil

I AM A GOLDEN GOD
Write one or two sentences, then let someone else continue the story.

I'll get us started:







Billy McNevell didn't believe in ghosts. He believed in beer, America, hard-work and hard-living.
 
That is, until the incident.
 
This incident changed his life forever.
 
He was driving down a sunny road in his manly off-road vehicle, making out with his all-American wife, drinking some all-American beer, and eating some all-American apple pie.
 
When out of the corner of his eye he saw something streak out in front of his vehicle.
 
Driving, eating, drinking AND making out were just too much for him.
The Cliff loomed close.
 
Oh shit, this is going to hurt,he thought as the nose of the car surged towards the cliff.
 
WHEN SUDDENLY HE WAS RAPED BY A BEAR.

THE END.
 
"How the fuck did you get in here Smoky?"
 
"Only YOU can prevent the forest fire... in my pants!" he said, roaring lustily.
 
"oH DADDY!"
 
And then he had this incredible notion that he had done this EXACT thing 5 years earlier.
Strange.
 
But he gave in to the moment anyway. Lustily.
 
Suddenly he was being shook away by his wife. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of their bedroom.
"Strange dreams honey?" his wife asked.
She had no idea.
 
He ignored her as was the usual for this time of the morning, grunted, and rolled back to his side of the bed. The wet drool running down his chin annoyed him just a little.
 
The wet spot in his pants annoyed him even more.
 
But not enough to do anything about.
His wife eyed him, curiously.
 
"What did you dream about honey? Was it about me?" she purred playfully.
 
~mumble, mumble~ "bears."
 
Being disturbed, and a little embarrased about the erotic bear dream, Billy quickly tried to deflect any further questions about it, by rolling back over, wiping his mouth, pointing to his crotch and whimpering.
Whoa, his wife thought, eyes wide. It hadn't even been a month yet! Did he really want to go again so soon?
 
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