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Post by rabidusfossor on Feb 27, 2007 0:34:30 GMT -5
This game I just thought of. My brain literally just went, "Hey, check this out!" It's writing a story using quotes from books that have already been written. The story can just be built on and the expected outcome is infinite insanity.
Allow me to begin:
"Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there."
"No one [back home] had the vaguest idea what we were in for. The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy."
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 1, 2007 18:31:54 GMT -5
My old man taught me two things: "Mind own business" and "Always cut cards." Politics never tempted me. But on Monday 13 May 2075 I was in computer room of Luncar Authority Complex, visiting with computer boss Mike while other machines whispered amoung themselves. Mike was not official name; I had nicknamed him for Mycroft Holmes, in a story written by Dr. Watson before he founded IBM. This story character would just sit and think--and that's what Mike did. Mike was a fair dinkum thinkum, sharpest computer you'll ever meet."
-Heinlein "The moon is a harsh mistress"
( I think that you should put up the credits from the books you use, just for care and for interest's sake.)
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Post by zemalia on Mar 1, 2007 18:41:12 GMT -5
Hard luck seemed to steep out of the ground itself, as though the devil's rooms in Hades were directly beneath these streets, his sleeping loft so near the surfacethat his fetid breath, expelled with every snore, percolated through the soil.
- Odd Thomas: Dean Koontz
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Post by moroiiangel on Apr 1, 2007 22:10:22 GMT -5
No old words issued from my lips; I was becoming solid. It was happening, as it had in New York when I chased her killers. I felt it. I felt myself enclosed in the good body, the body I liked, though what that meant I wasn't sure.
-Anne Rice "Servant of the Bones"
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Post by rabidusfossor on Apr 3, 2007 10:48:18 GMT -5
Chen bunched up the gauze and snipped it. He continued to unroll, revealing a rich and delicate crucifix within a heart, large over the hump of the shoulder. In Gothic letters under the crucifix: The Lord Keeps me -- Mark 16. The gauze was off the arm.
-Vincent Lam "Bloodletting and other Miraculous Cures"
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