Well looks like that's the end of this story.

Paisley said:

when it is actually the begining of a new one... but i'll
let you figure it out

00769BAD said:

Ok well here's the beginning of a new one, the murderer then began to walk the streets killing anyone who got in his way. AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

Paisley said:

Then one day he walked past a little sto front church down on 43rd St. The sound of the drums banging and the children sanging touched his wicked soul. He did not entered however, for his evil deeds were so harsh and so profound, he dared not enter for fear of being struck down in the threshold. So he sat in the gutter, and listened AND THEN IT HAPPENED...
[This message was edited Tue Apr 29 16:42:33 PDT 2003 by Blackcat]

Blackcat said:

while sitting on the curb by the gutter a small frog peeped out of the sewer drain man hole hopped over to him AND THEN IT HAPPENED...
[This message was edited Tue Apr 29 16:46:05 PDT 2003 by pejman]

He began to cry realizing what a mean evil person he had been and it was right then and there that he decided to sell his soul to god.

Paisley said:

But he was hit by a train and died.
The End.

SuperC said:

But then his spirit came alive and his legacy lived on. AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

Paisley said:

And it too was hit by a supernatural train and died.
The real end.

SuperC said:

it aint over til it's over.

Paisley said:

I hear her singing, she's overweight and i'm saying OVER!

SuperC said:

Her fingers tapped the keys lightly. Paisley had had enough of this story for one day. She was done. Her well manicured nails glistened in the dusk sunlight that dipped through her apartment window. Slowly she rose from her blue E-Z comfort chair she had bought on sale for twenty bucks at the Back Store. Paisley was hungry and bored and so deciding to do something about it, she walked over to the cofee table that pretty much held everything from her keys to last months' unpaid internet bill and grabbed the ten dollar bill that stood triumphantly above the dogeared copies of Uptown magazine.

She paused. The steady beat of a Prince song broke the silence:

Dorothy was a waitress in the Promenade,
she worked the night shift, dishwater blonde
tall and fine, she got a lotta tips...

Paisley smiled. It was a good day. It was going be a beautiful night. She grabbed her keys and the tenner, walked out the door and down the steps into the pale moonlight.

NovaAngel said:

WOW, I'm touched.

Aww. thanks Paisley
[This message was edited Tue Apr 29 18:21:57 PDT 2003 by NovaAngel]

NovaAngel said:

Your welcome

Paisley and NovaAngel decided to have coffee and do the 'friendly thang, but just as they found a nice table
there was an earthquake AND THEN IT HAPPENED

00769BAD said:

The building collapsed and they were never heard from again.
The End

They then ran out the door and saw BAD running down the street crying. AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

Paisley said:

Another building fell on them crushing them both.
The End

SuperC said:

I take it these stories are getting on your nerves?

Paisley said:

No, i'm just being "C".

SuperC said:

C

[This message was edited Wed Apr 30 4:13:38 PDT 2003 by NovaAngel]

Paisley said:

Paisley & Nova ran to him in fright...BAD, what is wrong with you? Bad replied...I just got bumrushed by a mob of angry ex-Prince fans at the Prince Music Forum. They were led by this ugly grizzly-adams looking fucker named XLBubba. I came back to get my BAD TEAM, so quick get yo ass overthere now! and THEN IT HAPPENED...