GAME: Hook my first line and sink her in to a paragraph!

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The Stardivers plunged into the strange black dwarf's surface. Gravity waves made their virtual hulls shudder. G neutralizers whined with the effort of fighting off the massive forces that tried to tear the crew into naked quarks. Half-Captain Zera Sudar adjusted her ship's uncertainty engines so she would be in the same reality as the other ships' officers for a moment. "This is it, ladies," she said. "get rich or die trying."

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The play was dull, but the performances dazzling.

 

[willwallace]

The play was dull, but the performances dazzling. Aps C'inyo was brilliant in the lead role of Kang the Destroyer. His interactions with the Kryptonian jelly spheres was a thing of beauty, bringing the audience to tears. When he used them to annihilate the planet Earth, it was totally believable. But the plot is ridiculous. Who would waste perfectly fine spheres on a backwards planet like Earth?


Dodging the arrows raining down around her Sylant wished she had her Arturan shield.

 

[J Riff]

Dodging the arrows raining down around her Sylant wished she had her Arturan shield. But she didn't, and despite wriggling like an Arcturan eel she was punctured in many places and devoured a short time later by weasels the size of Winnebagos. No-one cared and no monument was erected but at least a few giant weasels died as a result of the poison capsules she carried in her pouch. Then the planet exploded but no-one cared about that either.

The cretin-swarm came over the hill, waving cellphones and laughing like Homer Simpson.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The cretin-swarm came over the hill, waving cellphones and laughing like Homer Simpson. Miller shivered as he watched the drooling hordes approach and wished he were somewhere else. But a job was a job, and somebody had to cover the Iowa caucuses.

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The Prince was dead.

 

[hardsciencefanagain]

The Prince was dead.
That much was obvious.I looked away.Someone would perhaps find his head, somewhere,sometime.Servants had already swept up the eyes,and some teeth.
This would make an interesting one for the portrait gallery.
The court coroner appeared, with an unhealthy colour on his rotund cheeks.
He seemed to be choking on something,possibly bile.
Obseqiously,he threw me a nauseated glance .
"Magistra,where's the rest of him?"
I pointed to a mahogany low legged inlaid cupboard.
"I think that white thing underneath there might be a kneecap"

I am nervous,understandably

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

I am nervous,understandably. The disorder from which I suffer distorts normal perceptions into grotesque parodies of their originals. Fine wine is all bitterness to my tongue, soft fabrics are sandpaper, a rose's scent reeks of foul sewers, the sweetest voice is the scream of demons. Worst of all, my vision is untrustworthy, so that I have become an enemy to all. How can I tell if you approach me as a friend or an assassin? I must strike first, and swiftly.

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"We'll be close enough soon," the pilot said.

 

[Ihe]

"We'll be close enough soon," the pilot said. Burke wasn't paying much attention though, eyes fixed on the Moving Island of Svarbatos below. Its protruding "land fins" floated it along like big paddles rowing back and forth. The huge green mass could reach speeds upwards of 60 kilometers an hour, and would often leave giant whirlpools in its wake.
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The trees sighed a sad sigh at the sight of The Gardener.

 

[J Riff]

The trees sighed a sad sigh at the sight of The Gardener. The fool was going to try trimming them again. Humans just didn't learn, not like the other more intelligent creatures of the forest. The Gardener unpacked his snippers and prepared to clip a branch off Zxtrbiax, one of the oldest Maples in the grove. A short savage blow from a nearby Ash knocked him unconscious, and he lay sleeping peacefully until a team of humans in a small truck picked him up some hours later. They drove away quickly, not wishing to linger in this particular part of the woods - which they had nicknamed Shady Hell, and they were not seen again until the next semi-conscious human drone-creature was sent out to trim what they thought of as trees. This wood be the last time....

Turning people into fish was turning out to be easier than Dr. Syzthpathiax had presumed.

 

[Ihe]

Turning people into fish was turning out to be easier than Dr. Syzthpathiax had presumed. There wasn't an issue as long as the volunteers didn't expect to be transformed back into humans. So far none of them had complained or said anything. Vocal chords were not part of the deal.
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Everybody in the floating islands of Tarazooey knew of the exploits of Titi Urzambebe, cook, adventurer supreme, and all-around great guy.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Everybody in the floating islands of Tarazooey knew of the exploits of Titi Urzambebe, cook, adventurer supreme, and all-around great guy. He was the supreme dragonfish hunter ever to dive into the sea, so far below the flying chunks of rock that drifted eternally above this wet planet. Every feastday Titi would strap on his wings, grab a spear in each mighty fist, and soar through the icy atmosphere, down through soft clouds, until he reached the ocean. After a furious battle which always left him with two or three more scars on his bronzed torso, he emerged, activated his jetpack, and flew back to the cheers of his people. His pack was full of dragonfish brains, ready to be delicately cooked with rare herbs and served to all. With a smile he declined to feast on his own creations, not caring for the hallucinations brought on by them. It was enough that could bring pleasant dreams to all.

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Mallory jumped on the slidewalk with a song in his heart.

 

[J Riff]

Mallory jumped on the slidewalk with a song in his heart. Today was the day, the great day, the long-awaited day of disclosure; a day so great as to defy description. But it was real, it was here, the day had finally arrived, after many decades of pain, fear, torment and unpleasantness, and all was about to be made whole, and well, and good and wholesome and yes, the whole world would know of it, and rejoice with Mallory in his day of greatness. He dodged a speeding out-of-control bus as he nimbly avoided pedestrians lost deep in cellphone reality. The song in his heart swelled to a magnificent crescendo as he reached the gates of the Spaceport. Soon now, Earth would be a distant memory and Mallory would be on the planet Zorfgniax, where all Earth pop music was forbidden.

Bob chose to ignore the giant centipede in his yard, which was a mistake.

 

[Ihe]

Bob chose to ignore the giant centipede in his yard, which was a mistake. His tulips, those he'd so caringly cultivated through the bug pest and the drought, went down first. Next was the small tree smack-dab in the middle of the yard. The centipede was voracious. Wooden fences followed, then the lawn chairs; then it looked up and stared at Bob, long enough to salivate, long enough to savour the promise of a fleshy meal.
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Mona never came back from her outing to Sector 4XB.

 

[willwallace]

Mona never came back from her outing to Sector 4XB. Mentally, that is. Who could blame her, with the Faranthians putting her through their mating ritual against her will. No human had ever survived such an attempt before Mona managed to pull through. Now she sits in her wheelchair, skin turned orange by the experience. At least her hair turned a nice shade of red.


His son returned from the war, twisted by his experiences.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

His son returned from the war, twisted by his experiences. He hardly recognized Josh. Part of his face was metal, one eye an unblinking red camera. He was still quick with a smile, but now it seemed artificial, like a poorly designed avatar for a half-witted AI. "Welcome home, son," Peter said. His boy hugged him with strength than was more than human.

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I have always been fond of moths.

 

[Ihe]

I have always been fond of moths. They share a common interest with me: light, to be precise. I'd seen them rush towards the light, to revel in it, despite not all lights being benign. Some could hurt; kill. Yet they struggled on. Now my turn has come to run towards the light. I don't know if it's glory or flame. It beckons me, the other side of this tunnel. I'm drawn to my beautiful end, just like a moth.

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Morgan refused to believe; then I showed him.

 

[willwallace]

Morgan refused to believe; then I showed him. There, beyond the mountains, the large cloud moved slowly against the wind. Red, purple and blue tendrils swirled within it's confines, twisting as if alive. "I think it's time to leave," Morgan said, slowly chewing his pipe. Turning towards the ship, we sent out a hail recalling the others. Would we ever find a safe haven from it?

Traveling alone, Dexter enjoyed the time away from home.

 

[Saharren]

Traveling alone, Dexter enjoyed the time away from home. White sand, cloudless skies, the days at the beach had been perfect. Now it time to move on, though, as the wind grew stronger and started filling the sails of the ship he had booked for his journey. The captain waved for Dexter to retire to the cabin, safely out of the way of the crew as they secured the rigging.

Raymond paced back and forth through the small room, running his hands through his hair.

 

[Ihe]

Raymond paced back and forth through the small room, running his hands through his hair. Sarah lay on the bed, very still. She looked up at the ceiling, not blinking; not breathing. The blood spread through the white blankets in abject silence. Nobody had told Raymond about the unholy silence, that horrendous aftermath. The awfulness of murder didn't hold in comparison to this torture. The quiet lack of Sarah rang in his ears.
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I'd never been a coward, but there's always a first time to really surprise yourself and shatter preconceived notions about your own boldness.

 

[J Riff]

I'd never been a coward, but there's always a first time to really surprise yourself and shatter preconceived notions about your own boldness. And so I did it, made my move, pushed forward through the crowd into the spotlight, the limelight I had so long yearned to occupy and it was terrifying. The huge crowd shifted nervously as I strode to the platform, trembling with trepidation and terrified that I would trip and tumble into the orchestra pit, trashing the tympani. Typically, though, luck deserted me, and as I opened my mouth to speak, flying saucers attacked the Earth.

When the saucers attacked, Berniece was at the butcher shop.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

When the saucers attacked, Berniece was at the butcher shop. She was debating whether to purchase a dozen kosher frankfurters or a pound of pastrami when the piercing shriek of pulse beams shattered the air. Berniece ran to the window and peered out. Dozens of silver disks buzzed overhead, blasting the city into rubble with scarlet rays of destruction. She ran out to the sidewalk, a grocery sack clutched in her hands, and sped for the nearest subway entrance. I guess tonight will be Meatless Monday.

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Cyril was a quiet young man with an intense stare.