A picture worth

"A picture is worth a thousand words". This game incorporates this idea. Each person who responds must respond to the picture the member above you has posted. The minimum is fifty words and max if one-hundred words. Once you are done writting about the photo above you, you post another picture to continue the game. Since I am the first person posting here, I will put up a picture that the next person must respond to. (once my folders fix itself.)

Because my brother is lame and because I have taken over his computer, I will take the liberty of posting a picture and finally starting this game that has been on pause since this site started.


Let the games begin.

Exhausted, the young fox laid down at the roots of a large tree. Having escaped the Hunter for now, it closed its eyes. It could feel its tired muscles begin to loosen, and it huffed the animal's version of a sigh. The fall breeze ruffled its dirty white fur, stirring up the dust around the animal. Slowly, it slipped off into a peaceful sleep.

64 words.

This game. . . I might be doing it wrong.

I wanted to be a mafioso for halloween, but I didn't have the tie, matching fedora, or badassery. I decided to put a spin on my hat, making it cover one of my eyes, and maybe the other in a poor light. I then zipped up my coat, hiding the fact I had no tie and probably looking like a douche for it. You see, sometimes we just don't have the stuff to be something we're not. For me, heh, I'm no exception. Professional zip-up suit top: 35 dollars. White fedora: 20 dollars. Pretending to look like John Dillinger and get free candy for a night: Priceless.



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My job is quite difficult, you see. Constantly sneaking around, being a spy, getting freakin' shot at, all that general good stuff. It's frustrating and tiring. You don't get to really be happy. That's why, you see, my cigarettes aren't just regular cigarettes. They're laced with a special little drug, so now I get to be happy!

57 words. Alriiight.

Hur hur I'm such a dork for this one.