forum Another 'Pass the Story!' Have fun!

Started January 15, 2018 by @Astrid

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"No, it's all a facade. This is what really goes on behind the memes. He's a mass murderer, perfect for our mission." He replied, a grin spreading across his face. I was beginning to think this'll be a lot of fun.

"Did I mention we need a sacrafice? youd be perfect" he added

“Carl’s a spy on the inside. And we need a spy on the inside.” said Tom Cruise.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" I shrieked. Everyone stared at me. Oops?

Shrek turned to me and whispered. "I don't even know…"

Then the world exploded. There was much chaos and many flying cheese buns. Aliens whizzed in on ludicrous and frankly impossible looking space vehicles (because really, these were not nearly dignified enough to be called "ships"). When at last the baby powder cleared from the air, (don't ask where it came from, no one quite knows), I was being stared in the face by a particularly short and squat looking alien the colour of that gross, heavily-stained mustard carpet in my grandmother's living room.

Tom Cruise turned the virtual reality simulator off. "And that's what the ritual will do," he explained in a grave and sombre tone that reminded me of the time my blackberry jelly had fallen onto my jumper once.
"I will make the planet explode to summon the aliens"

I frowned. What the taco? "Why the taco would exploding the earth common aliens?" I asked.

Then Paxi suddenly waddled up to Tom Cruise. “Sir, What are the requirements to be able to work with you?”

((I don't even know whats going on anymore…))

"You have to be Tom Cruise, perfect, like me." He flipped his hair and smirked at everything.

"WHAT THE FRESH FISH IS HAPPENING?" This time no one paid me any attention. I refused to flip my hair and instead glared at the ground, smirking at nothing.

"Ah, honey, are you jealous?" Tom smirked at me.

"No, Tom," I spat, hating him and his perfect teeth.

"Awww. You are! How cute!" He said, making a cute face at me.
((Can we get them together?))

I wrinkled my nose at him. "Ew."

((Sure. I don't know how though.))

“I WANNA BE IN THE CULT THOOOOUUUGH.” The Penguin whined.

I looked over at Paxi and my nose wrinkled further. "Double ew."

Tom came closer to me. "You know you love it." He smirked, once again. Does he ever stop?
I felt my cheeks redden. Why was he getting to me? "I hate it. You're disgusting." I looked down glaring. "And no cults." I addressed the penguin
Paxi grabbed a knife.
((So this whole time I had no idea who Tom Cruise was (Yes, I am uncultured swine) and I looked him up. In this story can we make him younger, like a year or so older than the protage?))

I grabbed a rocket launcher. I narrowed my eyes at Paxi. "Bring it on, penguin."

"Hunny, two can play dat game." Paxi grabbed a nuke.
I dropped my rocket launcher. Tom ran between us. "Girls, girls no need to fight, you're both pretty." He flashed a smile.
Paxi fired the nuke at Tom. Or well attempted to. It didn't work.
I laughed. "See I don't need you!" I scoffed at him.
He looked at me with a blank expression. "You said you needed me?"
"Wat?"
His eyes lit up. "I knew it!"