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

Cyril was a quiet young man with an intense stare. It was so intense people would only look at his nose, which would make him extremely self-conscious, despite said body part not being out of the ordinary in the least. In a surge of fashion-madness, he tattooed it. If it was going to look conspicuous, he would make it the most conspicuous nose ever, and would own his appearance on his own terms. Thing is, people stopped looking uncomfortably at his nose. They now stared at his mouth. Cyril's mouth then made him extremely self-conscious, despite said body part not being out of the ordinary in the least. In a surge of...
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Anne decided she would die on her own terms.
 
Anne decided she would die on her own terms. One of the tubes that connected her to the machine had come loose from its binding, dangling just within reach, if she could just free her hands from the bindings. She strained against the padded metal cuff, squeezing her fingers together to try and make her hand narrow enough to slide free, but it was soon clear that much more drastic measures were required. A few deep breaths helped her to relax before she pushed her arm as far down into the cuff as it would go, then brought it up with as much strength as she could muster. The snapping bone nearly made her cry out, but she bit her lip and slowly pulled the hand free, the thumb bent at a disturbing angle that her feel faint for a few moments. At least the pain wouldn't matter for long, as she grabbed the tube and ripped it free.

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The throne had been vacant for many years, but the time had come for it to be claimed.
 
The throne had been vacant for many years, but the time had come for it to be claimed. Unfortunately, moments before Zug-Thanisia strode into the stone antechamber to claim his birthright, to ascend to the throne of his Vampire forefathers - two men in a truck with Acme stencilled on the side pulled up and carried the centuries-old throne off and away, repossessed and with charges due, charges that far, far exceeded the coffers of the Empire, which collapsed and went into receivership later that day. Priceless gold swords, unique alien artifacts from distant stars, crystal skeletons and Unicorn horns - all went onto Ebay and were gobbled up by collectors of ancient kingdom/hollow Earth/lost race artifacts, at a great price. The cruel Universe laughed and life, such as it is, went on. But then -

Termite-people from the Pleiades dropped in on Ethel but she was in one of her moods.
 
Termite-people from the Pleiades dropped in on Ethel but she was in one of her moods. It was never a good idea to cross Ethel during that certain time of the month.

" I don't care if you buggers are from the Great Magellanic Clouds, Ayer's Rock or Pittsburgh. No one from no where, no how gets away with crawling into my kitchen, be gnawing on my peg leg!"

The Peace Envoy, plus the Contingent Invasion Force from the Pleides perished promptly, to the last grub worm, under Ethel's rolled-up newspaper.

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The face on the television screen turned, cocked its head and looked me dead in the eye.
 
The face on the television screen turned, cocked its head and looked me dead in the eye. It was my face at the other end, slashed with static snow.
'Not much time left Johnny,' he said. 'The 9 o'clock host will try to kill me in the next minute or so. She might succeed. But remember why we do this. Inter-dimensional travel isn't for the weak-spined, like those slug-faced presenters over at Channel 3. We do this for the ratings, for the people, for the glory, and for momma. Make her proud. Don't let the audience hear you scream. Don't let—oh my, she chose to use the chainsaw. OK, we might scream a little. After all, what's a good live gore-show without a little screaming?'
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That Thursday morning it rained blood in a very literal sense.
 
That Thursday morning it rained blood in a very literal sense. Thick globs of semi-congealed gore plastered the streets and houses. The town reeked with its metallic stench. Drawn to the feast, clouds of insects filled the air with a deafening hum. Through windows splattered with deep red drops the villagers watched a tall, thin figure hidden in a black raincoat slosh through the gelatinous puddles. Someone saw him smile.

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Amelia leaned into the wind.
 
Amelia leaned into the wind. It made no difference. The boat would tack back and forth, the tiller swinging over until it plunged over the falls. What wasn't pounded on the rocks would be sucked into the vortex, pulverised by the relentless tons of water, held under until no longer recognisable. The townspeople jeered at her each time the boat swung near to them - one or two threw stones, but her gift made them miss by inches. It would require careful timing to release herself from the mast just as the boat teetered on the edge of the rolling precipice, but she knew she could do it. She'd return here in the new year, visit the newborn children. They would pay first. The boat tipped.


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He bit off the broken nail and spat it out.
 
He bit off the broken nail and spat it out. It tasted of rust and blood. He could feel another one of his teeth broken; that didn't leave many whole. It was a slow, painful, terrifying way to escape from the coffin, but he didn't have much choice. Being a vampire with no arms or legs could be a challenge.

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The band played "Hearts and Flowers."
 
The band played "Hearts and Flowers" at the wake of the mighty Emperor Syznspazzioni. Bob, the bass player, didn't know the chord progression, so he just winged it and before long the other musicians had fallen in sync with his noodlings and the band found itself jazzing out a funky version of 'Dippermouth Blues'. The funeral party looking concerned at first, even befuddled, but then toes began to tap and soon a full-blown dance party was in full swing.

Lois looked lousy but she knew the time-gate would not wait for her to get her hair done.
 
Lois looked lousy but she knew the time-gate would not wait for her to get her hair done. Hell, she barely had time (that word again!) to throw on an old shirt and a pair of jeans before the shimmering chaos of rainbow light would leave her apartment. It had been spotted in various random places throughout the city for more than a week, and nobody knew where it would show up next. All Lois knew is that this was her only chance to leap through it. At least it was cheaper than playing the lottery, if not as safe.

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"What do you want, pal?"
 
"What do you want, pal?" the barman asked.

Katrina blinked, lifted her chin and smiled. Her invisibility cloak had failed -- again -- and Tommy was waiting for help, shivering in the dark. She had no chance of beating the curfew on foot, even if she braved the toughs along Darken Road. She needed an ally.

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The flowers fell. Only the silken arc of one petal remained.
 
The flowers fell. Only the silken arc of one petal remained in the air when I spotted him. Standing there intranced with nature's display of nihilistic abandon.

The carpet of petels concealed my approach, enhancing my resemblance to a spectoral nymph. Death was in my arms be for he knew what was happening, and I never was happier.





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"Spare us your space age tecnobabble Attila!"
 
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"Spare us your space age tecnobabble Attila!" Daniela shouted over the multitude. Attila, mid-sentence, stopped and searched the blurred faces of thousands. Even from the pulpit--a good 50 meters from the crowd--his cyber-eye didn't take more than a fraction of a second to scan every believer present. He spotted the dissident. She was smiling, a crude crossbow aimed at him. Oh, the irony, greatest of the Tekno-Huns to be slain by a primitive arrow. That would send a message alright.
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The mausoleum caved in with Jared still inside.
 
The mausoleum caved in with Jared still inside. The roar of crashing monuments deafened him and he choked on the dust of centuries. Half-conscious, gasping for air, he forced himself to his knees. Darkness surrounded him on all sides, except for a tiny point of light in the distance. He crawled toward it, every movement stabbing his limbs, until he could see it came from a tiny opening in the wall. Through it he could see a garden full of jeweled trees and shining flowers. "Help me," he whimpered.

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The shuttle purred over the moon's mottled surface.
 
The shuttle purred over the moon's mottled surface. Mackie looked out the window at the great, white desert, quickly disappearing, as the train came inside the central station. "Next stop, New London Central Station." The doors slid open with a drawn-out sigh, and people started pushing through to the white hall. Mackie went with them like a numb zombie, and switched to the next song on his Iphone 30, indiespunk heavy rock music blazing into the microchips of his ears. "Mind the gap," the train's voiceover urged.

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The man in a dirty trenchcoat had been staring at him for a while, now.
 
The man in a dirty trenchcoat had been staring at him for a while, now. His paper forgotten in his lap.
"Whatchu lokin at?"
"Me..."


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We bought time for the dead, and that's what counts.
 
We bought time for the dead, and that's what counts. The living? It was too late for them, and there wasn't a damned thing they could do to help us anyway.

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In the end, when all you're left with is cliches and bullets
 
In the end, when all you're left with is cliches and bullets, ya gotta say - I didn't sign up for this!.. but, you better take a look at this! ... and Run! Keep firing! Go.... (gasp) ...I'm done for... save yourselves... and... tell Hanna... I .... I ..... (*)...*

There was no excuse for Bruce's excremental actions.
 
There was no excuse for Bruce's excremental actions. Well, there was only one. The Joker's new drug had been injected directly into his heart. Now Batman flung faeces at crime, and Gotham had never been more crime-free.
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My parents were huge fans of Disney movies, and my name reflects their obsession.
 
My parents were huge fans of Disney movies, and my name reflects their obsession. It's not easy being called Dumbo. Oh, it could be worse. You should see my sister, Song of the South.

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A muffled thud came from beyond the hill.
 
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