First Line Last Line

[Forever Atlas]

This is based on an improv game that I used to do with my improv group.

Due to the fact that this is in a thread, of course things will be adapted for it.

So here's how to play:

Being a thread, we cant have dialogue the way the original game calls for. So we each will create a short monologue.

I will do the first monologue.

After my monologue, the next person to post will take THE LAST LINE (sentence) and create a whole new monologue beginning with my last line.

Please Note: Each monologue should be completely unique, having nothing to do with the monologue before it.

Example:

(first)
I was riding my bike Saturday. I figured I would just pass by Kenny's house and see what he was up to. Turns out... Kenny wasn't home. So I rode back home. Catherine my sister's best friend showed up.

(next person)

Catherine, my sister's best friend showed up. She was the prettiest girl in town and this was a great party, so I had to ask her to dance with me. So I got up and made my way across the floor.

.... Get it?... Of course that was a lame example but it was just for you to get the point.

So have fun be funny, creative, etc. and lets get this started! :D

(btw next person starts with the last line in the "dance with my sister's friend" monologue.)

[ViVi94]

(Dude... Im a girl lol, oh well, I'll improvise)
So I got up and made my way across the floor. On my way there I tripped and fell on top of the punch bowl. (seriously, this would really happen) People laughed uncontrollably until I glared at them and walked over to the knives... they shut up after that.
(I'm feeling sadistic today :D)

[Forever Atlas]

lol

They shut up after that.... I mean imagine that! After all these years of kids teasing me and never believing me.... I finally showed them.... Pokemon are real! HA! You should have seen the terrified looks on their faces when I said those words " I CHOOSE YOU! " and out came my charazard. They peed in their pants.... and I smiled.

(lol)

[Anonymous]

They peed in their pants.... and I smiled.
I never thought I was quite that mean, but I found myself giggling maniacally as they pushed and shoved to get out of the house. Charizard was breathing fire in all directions, and several of the party guests were desperately patting their backsides to put out the hot flames.

By the end of the night, the entire house was engulfed in flames, and I was being interrogated by the fire department.

[Anonymous]

Gasp, the server fails me.
I hate double posts.

[Forever Atlas]

xD Although the posts are creative, I dont think you guys are quite getting the game :/ .....

The post before yours and your post are not supposed to be linked together. You must start a whole new scene/story with the last line. :/

By the end of the night, the entire house was engulfed in flames, and I was being interrogated by the fire department. Who knew they had a fire department all the way up here on top of this volcano. I always knew it was a bad move.... but noooo. Dad just couldnt give up the view. Now look at where we are.

[marvx12]

Now look at where we are.
In a car, all smooshed together. The clown who was next to me was getting his stark white face make-up all over my bright blue pants. Why did I go to Clown Camp? I asked myself. The trunk door of the tiny red Volkswagen bug opened. We started getting out, one by one.

[Forever Atlas]

We started getting out, one by one.... Yep, out of our pods we went. I must say being a few peas in a pod is much harder than you think.... okay, no its not. Its an easy life. We get planted. We grow. Someone picks us. Then what happens? Well I've never met anyone who's actually done it... but legend says: when we get picked, we are treated like kings and bathed in the most wonderful hot baths filled with awesome aromas. Today I have been picked! The bath?! Ah, I must say, I cant wait for that day to come.

[Anonymous]

Ah, I must say, I can't wait for that day to come. What day you ask?
Why, the day when I can finally break out of this cocoon! This tiny, dark cave is the very definition of hell, and I'm just itching to spread my new wings and take to the skies.
You try squeezing yourself into such an awkward position for months at a time.
Trust me, it's not fun.

[Ta-chan]

Trust me, it's not fun.
i HATE car rides, me and my siblings have a bad habit of throughing up in the car.
but, rex, our dog was able to keep his lunch down.
He's such a good boy.

[Forever Atlas]

He's such a good boy..... that Peter Parker. His uncle Ben would be proud that he has grown up to be such the responsible young man that he is. He even takes care of me! his poor aunt. Such a blessing he is to have around the house. Ah, I just hope he takes some time to slow down. He's always so busy taking care of me and working for that paper. He never has time for himself.... oh and I know he is still in love with that darling Ms. Watson. Well, he's not superman. He cant do everything and not look after what he wants too. One day he'll have to realize that she needs him just as much as he needs her. When that day comes, I can finally say my life has been a complete success and proved happy. That will be the day I can finally rest.

[Anonymous]

That will be the day I can finally rest- the day I see the northern lights.
The aurora has captivated my imagination for decades, and I can no longer bare to keep myself away. I have to see those dazzling spirals, and when I finally do, I can say I've seen it all. Perhaps my life was a total waste... if that's all I ever hoped to achieve.

[paoupu girl]

Perhaps my life was a total waste... if thats all i ever hoped to achieve. Yes, that's what i'd always longed to be- a chocobo riding moogle that speaks Al Bhed. I have never seen a moogle accomplish those things. Right now I'm working at the KFC, or Kentucky Fried Chocobo, where i am frying chocobos each day. the Al Bhed are the only ones who come in to eat because they don't rely on chocobos like the others. Now i want to be a weird moogle who speaks Al Bhed and rides chocobos. That dream will probably never come true...

[Glaurung]

That dream will probably never come true...Dr. Piddlestein's dream of creating the revolutionary pickled garlic ice cream flavor. He had tried time and time again, but he just couldn't get the flavors quite right. Pickled garlic was his favorite food, besides ice cream, of course, so he knew that his ice cream would be a big hit, if he could only get the formula quite right. Kids like that stuff, right?