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One Thousand Club
How it works: A plot is given by stringing together six nouns. The first player has to make a short story with beginning, middle, and end, based around those nouns. The next player then makes a plot using the first three nouns in the first player's story and the last three. The first set of six nouns will be (as determined by a random noun generator): Blight, Handle, Hawk, Populist, Rain, Ripple. I'll do the first story.
As I look across the fields of my youth, once filled with nostalgic joviality and soy as far as could be seen, a feeling of strange parallelism of my own life ripples through me. It's all faded to grey, with nothing in sight but hawks picking away at the corpses of this season's sows. The Populist regime had come and gone, burning the idols of the old culture, leaving decay in its wake. It seems as though the "interests of the common man" is to farm the soil in massive communes until it can be farmed no more. The rain fell upon the fields no more, and the wind was low and full of dust. My youth has come and left, and soon the rains of life will no longer sustain me.
Nouns: fields, youth, joviality, life, rains, dust
As I look across the fields of my youth, once filled with nostalgic joviality and soy as far as could be seen, a feeling of strange parallelism of my own life ripples through me. It's all faded to grey, with nothing in sight but hawks picking away at the corpses of this season's sows. The Populist regime had come and gone, burning the idols of the old culture, leaving decay in its wake. It seems as though the "interests of the common man" is to farm the soil in massive communes until it can be farmed no more. The rain fell upon the fields no more, and the wind was low and full of dust. My youth has come and left, and soon the rains of life will no longer sustain me.
Nouns: fields, youth, joviality, life, rains, dust
