GAME: add a sentence, make a story.

tebro
Sun, 12 Dec 2004 20:10:13 +0000

CHAPTER 1:
http://talk.collegeconfidential.com…72&page=8&pp=20

CHAPTER 2

Meanwhile, as it grew darker, Burian began to get worried about Marynia. He started to clean his four immaculate guns for the eighth time, wishing it was Marynia’s soft hands that he stroked and not the sleek cold lines of his weapons. A chill suddenly came over him that he knew did not come from the piercing cold weather- something was wrong. He grabbed his guns and decided to wander the palace halls in search his love, for her pain was not worth anything, not even the death of the tyrannous president Malkov.

He could hear the ghosts of his earliest teachers snarling at his lack of professionalism–yet he could not care. Mother Russia ate her most devoted children, and he yearned to give to another whose eyes were not the cold gray of ice-swept Siberia. Tucking a gun each into his belt, boot, shoulder and hip holsters, Burian brushed off his pants and stood up.

(This sounds like a poorly written Cold War romance…)