Writing Styles!
 

By popular demand, here it is!

I'll give you a run down of the rules:

1- In this game we tell one long and continuous story. Each player comes in as a character (himself or his NPF persona) and takes teh sorty a little further. There is no "goal" or end. It ends when it gets boring (or too long)

2- Each player will post a part of the story, and in the end he must add "NEXT STYLE: X" being "X" the Style that the next player must use in his post. Styles can be of anything (as long as the style is CLEAR ENOUGH) such as: "Conan", "Marvel Comics","Romantic Comedy", "Generic Sitcom" etc... however you may not give styles that are way too broad or imprecise ( Like: "Hulk Movie" or "Scarry" ) just as much as your style can not "drive" the next player (Like: "Fighting a bear" ) each player is free to take the story as he understands it.

3- DONT FORGET. When you post you are taking the story from the exact point where the last player left it. All the situations and momments are factual. However, you are not takign control of the last player. You are yourself. You're in that place, seeing what happens and taking it from there.

4- You may not remove another player of the game or cripple his posts (with stuff like "traps him in a box in space" or "Kills X with buzzsaw FTW" ). Also, is asked that you do not try to simply make a fool out of other players in your posts.

5- You may interact with other players and NPC's that you created at will. But in your scenes YOU should be the main character as much as possible. Remember that if you talk to another player and he is nto aroudn to answer it will just break the Pace of the whole thing.

6- When posting, try to at least read the former 2 posts before yours. You dotn have to read everything each time you want to post.

7- You may RESERVE A POST. if you're goign to do a big post. Just quickly post "POST RESERVED" and then start editing it with your real post. That way people wont get "Ninja'd"

8- This is not serious nor Comical. It is whatever you want it to be and whatever the next player wants to be. Respect eachothers freedom.

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START: "The Greatest Movie Evah Made"

Style: Freestyle


Bellsouth had just arrived in NPF City. It was dark that night... probably because of the whole "being night" thing.

He pondered to himself as he ate a burrito, walking down the street. He didnt want a Cab, it had been a long time since he visited his hometown. So he was walking. To catch a good look in how much this town had changed.

- I wonder how the park by the church is nowadays...

He said to himself as he walked towards the city park. The one built right in front of the Huge Church of Gaming Gods.


NEXT STYLE: Batman

Night. It brought out the shadows of the fair city of NPF. And among those shadows was a mysterious stranger. RussianReversal walked along, when suddenly... POOF! In front appeared a man wearing a Joker's mask. "Stop right there, small fry!" called out a cackling voice. "All walk and no play makes for a boring evening, don't you agree?" With a POOF! The masked stranger appeared next to RR, a small cylinder in his hand. "Have a laugh, why don't you!" Cried the stranger as he threw the canister to the ground. PFSHHHH! Suddenly a cloud arose from the can. "Feeling happy..." said RR woozily. The masked stranger moved in when suddenly PTANG! A bat shaped boomerang appeared in the moonlight, taking the Joker by surprise. "Curses!" He cried, "it's Batbrain and his little Sparrow!" Then, chortleing with delight, he fled into the night. Meanwhile, RR grogily got to his feet, and a bat shaped light apeared in the night sky. "Jumping Jackrabbits, Batman! The bat signal!" came a somewhat more nasal, adoleceant voice. A deep voice replied "we can't leave this man here, Robin. Help him to where he's going, then meet me with the bat-locator in ten minutes!" With a FWOOSH! RR could see a large figure take off into the night sky. "Where are you going?" came the boyish voice again, and RR turned to see a young lad dressed in green and yellow tights and wearing a mask. "The park" said RR. "Well, it's a dangerous night out tonight" said the boy-wonder. Suddenly...
(heh, forgot the "your account" thing)
[Next style: satirical comedy]

Zilla sat in the park handing out biscuits to the needy homeless people who slept there at night, when Bellsouth Minion and Russian Reversal approached, and she recognized them. Russian Reversal was being accompanied by a Robin cosplayer, who ran as fast as his weighty legs could take him, screaming something about "THE BAT SIGNAL AWAITS!"

Zilla went to meet both of the newcomers, who weren't even aware of the meeting designation, when one of the street urchins tugged at Zilla's side. "Please, ma'am, may I have some more?"

Zilla stared at the little cretin. He should be home and in bed, but instead, he had to put her through this Oliver Twist parody every single night.

With a sigh of resignation, Zilla half-heartedly bellowed "More? You want some MORE?!"

The child beamed with glee and nodded. "Well, help yourself!" she finished, handing out another biscuit.

Next genre: Noir

The dame gave me another biscuit. It was the same every night. Here I am, Franco Valenzetti, undercover cop for NPF city. I'd been tracking this dame for some time. I was suspicious she might be smuggling drugs in those biscuits, so every night I'd ask her for one. They didn't contain hash, colombian, fairy dust, alawan, or anything.

I'd been waiting for the day when she would refuse to give me a biscuit, because who'd want to give drugs to a poor street urchin with a heavy brooklyn accent?

Oh yeah, everybody.

Next style: Dick & Jane

Masked see wasoe.

Masked see wasoe take cookie.

Masked walk to wasoe.

Walk, Masked, walk.

Masked take cookie from wasoe.

wasoe is mad.

Run, Masked, run!

Next Style: Blaxploitation

"Freeze! Motherfuckers!" Said Death by Stabbing.

"I'm looking for generic racist white guy villain! He kidnapped my partner and I need to gather a team to make a daring rescue. Would you motherfuckers like to help

me?"

DBS held out his large, sharp knife to the motherfuckers in front of him. It was pretty clear they didn't have a choice in the matter. Everyone nodded.

"Alright then, I traced the racist son of a bitch to a warehouse down by the docks." DBS opened the side door on his van that he drove in. "Everyone grab some sort of weapon and let's roast this motherfucker!"

Next style: Romantic/erotic
I'm not making it easy XD

- Any kind of Weapon, you say?

Bellsouth said, gently wraping his hands around DbS's waist. Gently twisting him around as he grabbed calmly with a tender touch to DbS's chin, Starring those profoudn eyes with glare and lust.

- Dont worry... i wont let you go away.. Cupcake.

Bellsouth butt-slapped DbS as he walked towards the warehouse, wrench in hand.


NEXT STYLE: High School Musical

Just as they were about to enter the warehouse, music hit and October Raven appeared from seemingly nowhere.

"Hey! What are you doing in my warehouse?
There are ninjas entering the White House!
The president is being kidnapped by ninjas,
are you bad enough to beat down the ninjas?"

Then, DBS and Bellsouth, as well as the entire NPF community, joined in to the song and danced in unison.

"We need some really really bad dudes
The kind of dudes that might be rude
The President is being kidnapped again
And somehow he looks like Ronald Regan!

(Just DBS and Bellsouth) We need some one to stop them...
(Just OR) We need some one to stop them...
(All) We need some really bad duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudes!"

Then they all froze in place for a good five seconds.

NEXT STYLE: Wu Xia

What's Wu Xia?

"You need a bad dude?"

Ryu Kurai walked towards the singing group from the distance, the sea wind brushing his robe past his feet. He lifted up his bowl-like hat and greeted the group with a smile.

"The president of the U.S.'s kidnapping could start a war, and war is good for no-one. I would be honored-"

Ryu stopped mid-sentence, looking up at the top of the warehouse.

"You should come out now, I know you're up there."

A black clothed silhouette leapt from the top of the warehouse, drawing a sword from his back and plunging down at Ryu. He spread his arms out wide, performing a backflip before the shadow warrior touched the ground. Almost floating, he landed about twenty feet away from the ninja, who had taken up a fighting stance. Ryu cracked a grin.

"Ah, it would appear that the ninja know that you know. I shall deal with this assassin."

The ninja charged Ryu as he took up a fighting stance, making a series of quick lunges with his blade. Ryu side-stepped most of these, one strike inflicting a shallow wound close to his stomach. He stepped back from the melee momentarily, dipping a finger in his blood and tasting it.

"Oh, you've ripped my clothing. I'm afraid I'll have to actually get serious."

Ryu kicked up an iron pipe laying on the ground near him, grabbing it in mid-air and spinning it around and around, slowly advancing on the bewildered ninja. The ninja brought his blade to bear, but each time it was knocked aside by the heavy iron pipe. Ryu suddenly broke his spins, rushing forward with a series of thrusts, each to the ninja's midsection. The ninja flew back, clutching his chest. He ran up the side of the nearby warehouse. Ryu followed, sending a series of wide, swinging strikes towards the retreating warrior.

The ninja ran across the roof, leaping towards a set of telephone poles. Ryu followed, kicking off of his pipe in mid-air to aid in his temporary flight. The ninja balanced on one half of the pole, and Ryu on the other. The ninja had sheathed his blade for some reason, sending a flurry of punches at Ryu as he landed. Ryu deflected each, slapping the ninja across the face after deflecting the last attack. Although the ninja's face was masked, his eyes betrayed his anger to Ryu. The ninja attacked again, and Ryu grasped at each punch, seizing one and flipping backwards, lifting the ninja up with his foot and hurling him towards the sea.

The ninja leapt off of the crashing waves as he landed, and Ryu jumped off of one of the buildings, letting out a high-pitched cry as he landed a flying kick in the ninja's chest. He followed the ninja, flying alongside him and pummeling him with punches and kicks. They leapt across the water until finally the ninja curved and jumped towards dry land. Ryu let out a loud shout, following the ninja with a leap that send huge waves from the water as he lifted off. They both landed in front of the NPF members, each looking towards the other, each one waiting for his opponent to make a move.

The ninja suddenly seized up, falling forward like a rag doll.

"I used Dim Mak to strike his pressure points. He was dead before he landed." Ryu said solemnly. "So, where are these president capturing ninja?"

NEXT STYLE: Horror B-movie