Let's Take a Road Trip Together.

[EpikHellSword]

Yeah that's right we're going on a road trip. I don't know where but we're going somewhere. Let's RP this shit.

There is a bus with tied up children in the back and their mother with a gag in her mouth screaming as we drive down the highway slope crashing into a bunch of mental patients and special needs kids. The driver is blind and is sleep deprived. You are in the middle of the scene when it is happening.

Tell us what you have on you. For example a backpack full of puppies, clothes made out of cheese, your best friend's grandparents strapped under the bus on the undercarriage facing upwards screaming with their mouth gagged.

From here you can start writing. The only rule is that you keep it somewhat consistent with how the story is written by other users stories so far.

Shit for all I care they could have narcolepsy and parkinson's disease. Or be on LSD and adderall

Maybe we can drive in the daytime. Perhaps nighttime. Maybe in India, China, the United States.

Where are you on the bus? You can be inside the bus. Outside the bus hanging onto it like a monkey. Just keep the bus connected-at least for the first part of our little trip.

Where was your destination? Where were supposed to be driven to?

Who are you on the bus? Be any character you want BUT STICK WITH THAT CHARACTER! You could be Satan's ass crack for all I care. Do not be a six year old girl and suddenly change into a teenage boy without a cause.

Let's write a script for this. Why? Because I'm freaking bored that's why. Note I said A SCRIPT as in singular.

Alright let's begin. I can't wait to see what the users of NG come up with.

[DTstrick9AtakCAT]

At 10/16/23 10:37 PM, EpikHellSword wrote:Yeah that's right we're going on a road trip. I don't know where but we're going somewhere. Let's RP this shit.

There is a bus with tied up children in the back and their mother with a gag in her mouth screaming as we drive down the highway slope crashing into a bunch of mental patients and special needs kids. The driver is blind and is sleep deprived. You are in the middle of the scene when it is happening.

Tell us what you have on you. For example a backpack full of puppies, clothes made out of cheese, your best friend's grandparents strapped under the bus on the undercarriage facing upwards screaming with their mouth gagged.

From here you can start writing. The only rule is that you keep it somewhat consistent with how the story is written by other users stories so far.

Shit for all I care they could have narcolepsy and parkinson's disease. Or be on LSD and adderall

Maybe we can drive in the daytime. Perhaps nighttime. Maybe in India, China, the United States.

Where are you on the bus? You can be inside the bus. Outside the bus hanging onto it like a monkey. Just keep the bus connected-at least for the first part of our little trip.

Where was your destination? Where were supposed to be driven to?

Who are you on the bus? Be any character you want BUT STICK WITH THAT CHARACTER! You could be Satan's ass crack for all I care. Do not be a six year old girl and suddenly change into a teenage boy without a cause.

Let's write a script for this. Why? Because I'm freaking bored that's why. Note I said A SCRIPT as in singular.

Alright let's begin. I can't wait to see what the users of NG come up with.

The Name of the Bus is M.Busiglo named after a forbidden kung fu. You are all going to knights training and you will become mighty kor knights... Now goto sleep put on the virtual reality goggles... and have you fun, but remember it's just a game.

[Vathe]

On the bus sat a man in a business suit. Sheathed at his hip, a large fountain pen. And, upon the seat beside him, his briefcase. His name was James Salami, and by the end of this quest, he and all his fellows would be knights.

Suddenly, the bus jolted, followed by a series of shakes. A torrent of red hit the windshield as the bus went over several fruitless speedbumps. At this point, there was no way it was stopping, no matter how many disabled and cute victims went before its wheels.

After all(!), he and his fellow Korrian Squires had taken this school bus fairly. They had drawn steel against the chaperon left by the Squibbly School District and had bested her in a fair 20-vs-1 duel. By the Korrian Code of Chivalry, the lives of the children and their failed guardian were theirs. And, so too, the bus!

James could feel the feminine desire to cry as he watched their majestic steed liquify road and roadkill in its loyal pursuit of Highhilt Mountain.

But he didn't. To cry would break the Code.

[EpikHellSword]

At 10/20/23 01:59 AM, Vathe wrote:On the bus sat a man in a business suit. Sheathed at his hip, a large fountain pen. And, upon the seat beside him, his briefcase. His name was James Salami, and by the end of this quest, he and all his fellows would be knights.

Suddenly, the bus jolted, followed by a series of shakes. A torrent of red hit the windshield as the bus went over several fruitless speedbumps. At this point, there was no way it was stopping, no matter how many disabled and cute victims went before its wheels.

After all(!), he and his fellow Korrian Squires had taken this school bus fairly. They had drawn steel against the chaperon left by the Squibbly School District and had bested her in a fair 20-vs-1 duel. By the Korrian Code of Chivalry, the lives of the children and their failed guardian were theirs. And, so too, the bus!

James could feel the feminine desire to cry as he watched their majestic steed liquify road and roadkill in its loyal pursuit of Highhilt Mountain.

But he didn't. To cry would break the Code.

Badass story...

[Vathe]

James Salami got up and approached the bus driver. He did not know the old man very well, but he did know his name was Capilto. And, that Capilto's lack of sight did not affect his driving in the slightest. Every ounce of blood on the Majestic Busiglo had been applied purposefully.

James slapped the shriveled old man on the shoulder and asked a question reserved only for whiny children and men on dangerous quests. "When are we going to get there?"

Without taking his eyes from the road, the old man croaked out a laugh, "Kheh! Many miles still. Many miles."

He shouted aloud then, so all could hear his declaration. "You think this journey is over now'at you've got horse-power beneath 'yer nethers? Kheh! The journey tah knighthood ain't no summer's jaunt! The Order'll be testing you all. No. No summer jaunt at all..."

Old Capilto smiled then. It was a curious, less than savory, smile. It made James at once unsure.

"Oh... it looks like they be here already."

No sooner did the driver say that then came a distant blare. The fog-horn sound of a semi truck.

It was gaining on them.