Question:
would a parody song of styx’s “come sail away” be accepted?
Go ahead.
It’s challange to have fun and create.
Also apprecoeate stories which other users made.
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I’m sailing away set an open course for the adiart sea
I’ve got to be free. free to face the trial that’s ahead of me
On board I’m the maid so climb aboard
We’ll search for the unseen on every shore
And I’ll try, oh mithras, I’ll try, to lynch the scum
I look to the chair, I remember kings who had sat there
Some good kings, some bad
I think of past games, and the wins i’ve had
I match evils everywhere
But it’s not easy to do, with this ocean air
So i’ll buy, oh, i’ll buy, a puuuurifier.
A gathering of pirates, appeared onto my ship
They spoke to me, this song of need, and this is what they said
They said, you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
I thought that they were cultists, but to my surprise
They last thing that they wanted, was my night 1 demise.
Saying, you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
you have clean air, from that thing over there,
So please give it to me
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It’s Oprah’s Opera where you bring Oprah’s Bar of Opera soap, which sings whenever you use it, but entirely off-key.
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The Alcoholic sighed and entered the subway train. He was hungover, and he craved a drink. He entered the car and slumped down, exhausted. The train started moving.
zoom!
The train was eerily silent. The Alcoholic should have found this strange but…
He couldn’t find the energy to care.
The train went faster, and faster, and faster, until it came to a sudden halt.
screech!
The trains lights blinked out.
The Alcoholic looked up.
“What the actual hell?”
Hanging from the ceiling of the train…
Was a single microwave.
It’s light from the inside illuminated the train car.
zzzrooooooommmmmm
The Alcoholic looked for it a bit. The train still had not started moving again, and he could have sworn people had gotten on with him but…
There was nobody.
He was completely alone.
The Alcoholic rubbed his eyes, convinced he was seeing things.
The microwave swung back and forth, suspending from the ceiling by a rope.
The Alcoholic got up and looked out of the train window.
It was eerily dark.
A set of yellow eyes peered back at him.
beep beep beep
The Alcoholic jumped, terrified. He looked back at the microwave. The light had gone off, and there appeared to be something sitting in it.
He looked back at the window.
The yellow eyes started back.
The Alcoholic slowly, ever so slowly, crept his way to the microwave.
The yellow eyes watched him.
beep beep beep
The microwave reminded him.
He opened the microwave door.
And he started into what seemed to be…
Eerie darkness.
The Alcoholic looked up, confused. He looked behind him. The yellow eyes… blinked at him.
The Alcoholic shivered.
He peered back into the microwave, and ever so carefully stuck his hand in, as if to grab something.
The darkness felt cold.
Very cold.
The Alcoholic started feeling around for things in the darkness.
whispers started filling the train car
The Alcoholic looked up, startled.
but
Something grabbed his hand.
The Alcoholic
screamed
He was taken into the darkness of the microwave.
He glanced behind him one last time
The yellow eyes…
Seemed to be smiling.
and
then
he was
gone
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u could’ve made it a story about how Chernobyl actually happened but u missed it D:
