If you don't have a great idea when you learn that it is your turn, don't just make a round that you don't even think is good. Try to think to come up with a good idea for a round, and then if you can't, then make a round that you don't even think is good.
Also you're encouraged to start the round in this format: "You have one post to [what you have one post to do goes here]"
Additionally don't end the round early. Rounds should be at least close to a day long. If you started the round at night, you can't end it tomorrow morning. If you started it in the morning, you shouldn't end it before you go to bed.
Interrounds:
The people running rounds are ideally supposed to judge approximately 24 hours after they start the round, but from now on if they haven't judged after 30 hours (6 hours late) then anyone is allowed to start a round between rounds, like the guess when Livio will start the next round, guess how many dogs shos has, ect.
You're also allowed to do this if the round has been judged within 30 hours, but the next guy hasn't started their round within 12 hours of the other round being judged.
The catch is of course that the round could end at any time, because these rounds last until the current round is judged and the next round begins.
You may judge rounds however you'd like, but at the end of the round there can only be one winner.
These rounds will be marked as ".5"s in the previous rounds and winners
You have one post to give 5 seperate reasons for why cookies are awesome, why I am awesome and why I should give you a cookie.
5 seperate reasons. Did you guys not catch that? No-one gave 5 seperate reasons for all 3 items, only 5 for the first one and hardly any for the others. So you all get 0/10. Since there are no winners, let's try this again...
You have one post to impress me by writing a very short story involving a meteorite crash.
One day Bob was walking along, he was on holiday with his best friend Silver and it was sunny. He was looking at the pure blue sky when he saw a huge meteorite. It was heading for London! Bob decided the right thing to do was to ignore it and go and watch TV. A couple of hours later, there was still no mention of the meteorite. Bob decided to tell his best friend, Silver. Silver was an awesome action kind of person. She immediately set out to warn everyone, but there was no time. Silver went and grabbed Bob, who was hiding under his bed, and got herself in a cannon. She told Bob to fire it. Silver was so awesome she was used to being fired super-fast out of a cannon. She landed awesomely on top of the meteorite. Silver then got out a few sticks of dynamite, which she had taken up, and set them in good places. She then pulled the plunger and the meteorite exploded in a giant fire ball. Silver was thrown through the air, and began to fall to her death...
Meanwhile Bob was bored. Bob decided to go back and sleep in his house. Any moment now Silver was going to splat. She, staying cool under the pressure of imminent death, tilted her body towards Tom's Trampolines. The shop was nearly below her, but she was still straining to reach it. Silver new that just this wasn't enough. She steered, as well as she could whilst falling through the air, towards a chunk of meteorite. She just hit it and it propelled her into the roof of Tom's Trampolines. She crashed through it and landed on a trampoline. Apart from very nasty bruises, she was fine. She had also saved London. The small fragments of meteorite that did hit only caused minor damage. Silver walked out of the shop. She was greeted by hundreds of scared Londoner's. "Silver! Silver! Silver!" they chanted. Silver smiled, despite being battered and bruised Silver had never felt better. Silver thought to herself "You know, I might stay around here for a while..."
In the small state of Kentucky, lived a man named James Harrison Clooney. The year was 2301and for the seventh day running James was doing nothing but watching old movies that a distant relative of his had starred in. He was on to his sixteenth movie, The men who stare at goats when the door rang. James desperately fumbled about trying to find his zapper so that he could pause the movie and answer the door. He was sure he placed it on the arm of his cyberseat, but as his uncle always said, "What you place on the arm will be sure to go, DARN!". The doorbell rang again, more furiously this time. He sighed loudly and slouched over to his metallic yellow door.
Silver was standing at the door, James was suprised that his grandma was not dead after 303 years of living. Well, cryogenics were super advanced these days anyway. Silver was holding an alluminium tin, no doubt storing another can of cybermush. James didn't want to be rude and so acceped it gratefully. He was going to dump it into the gyberincinerator when his grandma left. But, to his great astonishment, Silver followed James into the house and signaled for him to eat it. This was out of character and he instantly assumed it was a sideaffect from the cryogenics Silver told him was the key to her age and her unusually young complextion.
James was the last in Silver's family. All of his relatives had mysteriously died over a many number of years. Silver always told him that cryogenics were the only thing saving her. James ate up the cybermush and washed it down with some coca-cola. Within no more thn six minutes of eatuing, James started to rech and choke, he could feel his neck swelling and breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. He was gasping for breathe and was trying to get Silver to do something, but ti was as if she could not see that he was in trouble and she was staring blankly into the window nearest the table they were sitting on. James' lungs were screaming for air and a minute later, they gave up on him after thirty years of taking in Oxygen. Once Silver had checked James' non-existent pulse, she calmly opened the door and strolled back to her shack on the edge of the forest. She then opened the barn at the end of her field and started to clear the straw of of a brown chest . She reached into the pocket of her trench coat and pulled out of the key that she opened the chest with. Her face was instantly lit up by a deep blue glow. Under this light you could see the crinkles begining to appear. You could see the tired eyes and worn down cheeks, Silver was lokking old. She reached into the box and touched a small light-emmitting rock from the bottom of the chest. Silver started to shake vigourously. She started to chatter and to convulse. She let out a few yelps and squeels but was sure to not draw attention to the barn. She then dropped the rock back to the bottom of the chest and scrambled up back off the floor.
Out of the barn walked a beautiful lady who looked no older than 25. Her hair was smooth and her face impeccible. Those 'cryogenics' worked a treat...
Silver, I put effort into that list. Consider this my revenge:
It was a great party; lots of hobos, transparent strobe lights, and even a Vietnamese clown. I followed my typical party habits of constantly hovering over the punch bowl and telling lame and offensive jokes to scare away anyone that approached, leaving more punch for me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The host opened it up enough to see a pompous meteorite with 2 dimwitted, underage chondrites around his arms.
"Sup yall, name's Chet", said the already-having-a-bad-reputation intruder
"Did I invite you?", questioned the host
"Nope, but me and the lovely chondrites just showered together and needed a place to crash. Why not at crappy party?"
That angered me; the host was a good friend of mine and knowing him, he'd probably go kill himself with a banana and a cornhole board after accepting that insult. The unwelcome guest slowly rolled his way to the punch bowl, I started to mentally sweat; who prepares meteorite slanders in advance! He was at the punch bowl, ever so ready to drink punch. I had one chance.
"So.... what do meteorites say to each other after they sneeze?", I asked him
"Well actually, we don't sne-"
"Tunguska! DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", I answered and chortled manically as punch squirted out my ears.
"Ay, shut yer mouth or I could easily give you unwanted super powers or radiation poisoning", Chet warned
I did nothing, too busy rolling around in my punny filth. Suddenly, defying physics, he picked up the punch bowl and chugged it right before my eyes. When he set it back down, all that was in there was some gravel that had drooled. I couldn't take it anymore; he had crashed the party, was with preteen meteorites, brought upon my friend's death, and drank all the punch. I kicked him square in the vesicles with punch still dripping out of my ears. Rolling on the floor, knocking over hobos and setting the carpet on fire, Chet was out of commission for the night. With the help of Quang, the clown, we roughly set him and his escorts in the front yard where they were quickly seized by the government. FIN
COMING SOON: A giant meteor. Please.
Give me +karma. Give me +karma.
Silver was so awesome she was used to being fired super-fast out of a cannon. She landed awesomely on top of the meteorite.
'Dezzla' said:
Silver was standing at the door, James was suprised that his grandma was not dead after 303 years of living.
suck ups!
I was about to point to that one Never Ending Story series of caves that I think started with a meteor crashing, but upon closer inspection I think that's supposed to be a ship crashing?
In that case...
Once upon a time, a seven-mile wide comet is on a collision course with planet Earth. As President of the United States, it's Morgan Freeman's job to lead an international emergency space mission to blow the comet up. When the astronauts stated doubts about whether they could actually complete this mission, Freeman smiled, gave them a thumbs up and said, "impress me." By now they had so much confidence that they felt they could give their lives for the mission, just because it would've made Freeman smile again. Before blowing up the comet, the astronauts honor their president by writing a very short inscription on the surface of the comet claiming it to be the property of the 45th President of the United States of America. However, this story doesn't end with a happy ending. The astronauts suddenly realize that they spent too much time trying to remember some running joke involving the President's middle name which was discovered by the tabloids not too long ago, and so they were unable to finish the inscription. How sad. In the end, however, they were able to avoid a really bad meteorite crash.
Impressive! However, more paragraphs could have been used. Also, your characters aren't very original - Bob is a typical overused name these days, and I know you're trying to grab my attention by using my name. 6.5/10
'Cedric_09_' said:
One day a meteorite fell from the sky and landed in an ocean. The end.
While I appreciate you having a go, this story fails. Nothing interesting happens, and there are no characters. 0.5/10
'shos' said:
hey! you didn't say 5 EACH. I gave you five - 3 for the cookies, one for the others..
I did, and I was trying to sound more mature. Shos, you fail a million times over for being ignorant, for not writing a story about a meteorite crash, complaining, and complaining about the last round. Keep your complaints inbetween rounds, please. -1,000,000/10
'Dezzla' said:
story
A very nice story! However, it needs more paragraphs, and there is no meteorite crash. 4/10
'Yaya' said:
story
Yes. 7.75/10
'Dekudude' said:
A meteorite crashed.
No middle, end, characters, or interesting events. 0/10
'shos' said:
yea, uh, meteor and stuff, humanity dead.
Shos, I've already discussed this with you. Also, that was the worst story I've ever seen.
'soccerboy13542' said:
There was a loner at a party. He cried in the corner. He was hit by a meteorite. It went through his skull. The End.
Short and sweet, but it's not very descriptive or interesting. Also, critical research failure - meteorites are not that small. 2.25/10
'Livio' said:
'Yuggy' said:
Silver was so awesome she was used to being fired super-fast out of a cannon. She landed awesomely on top of the meteorite.
'Dezzla' said:
Silver was standing at the door, James was suprised that his grandma was not dead after 303 years of living.
suck ups!
I was about to point to that one Never Ending Story series of caves that I think started with a meteor crashing, but upon closer inspection I think that's supposed to be a ship crashing?
a story
You lose points because of the quotes at the top of your post, though you get 0.5 for actually noticing the suck-ups.
Your story is very interesting, but the bold text is uninteresting. Also, rule #4 of the Storytelling Rules for Better Stories states "no emoticons/emotes/smilies". 5.5/10
I would say that the winner is Yaya, but Dezzla has not had a turn yet. So it is Dezzla's turn!
Don't worry, Yaya, you're not going unloved. (gives soda)
@Yaya: Here is something you can't understand: how he could just kill a man.
You went to the bottom of the sea to try and find the Nautilus, but instead found an underwater species, which you named DURK, for their Dumbly Underrated Ruined Knives.
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In the end, however, they were able to avoid a really bad meteorite crash. 
