Continuous story

Here's how it works. I write the first paragraph of a story, then another person writes the next, then another person writes the next, but the same person cannot continue it twice in a row.

Here we go:

Jareth backed up, and held up his keyblade in a defensive position. He was pinned. The humongous thing, which might not even have been a heartless, lurched foreward. Slowly, it moved out of the shadows. First only it's glowing orange eyes could be seen, then a clawed foot set down within the small area of light made by Jareth's glowing Keyblade. Soon it's features began to become distinguishable. Jareth felt his stomach do loop-de-loops under his skin.

Jareth knew he was no match. Like a little girl, he skimpered away in terror. During his escape, he saw a bar. The humongous thing wouldn't be able to get through the doorway, and it was a chance for Jareth to get wasted. He rushed inside, but upon entry, he gasped in terror. He couldn't believe his eyes...

although he knew the thing wouldn't fit through the doorway, the thing didn't care. the thing just made itself able to gain access to Jareth (you think a door can stop such powerful beast?) . although just before the thing attempted to attack Jareth...

With the beast defeated, and a gaping hole in Jareth's stomach, he passed out among the countless alcohilic drinks behind the counter. An unknown amount of time later he woke up in what appeared to be a hospital room. Something was wrong. His hands and feet were strapped down, and he couldn't move. It was then that he noticed how different his body was. From what he could see, his skin was black, tinted blue, like a heartlesses, only he lacked the symbol on his chest. His fingers each ended in long sharp claws. He tried to break free of the straps, but to no avail.

He looked over, and saw a TV on a stand. As he watched, the TV flickered to life. "I want to play a game Jareth. All your life you have killed Heartless, but yet, you are the heartless one", Jigsaw said. "You enjoy killing them. You relish it. Now let's see how you like it when the tables are turned".

(Hooray for Saw!)

Jareth had had enough of this horrible movie parody. He knew that the face behind the screen couldn't be jigsaw. Jigsaw died in the third movie! Using his rage-fueled heartless strength, Jareth broke free from the bed and lobbed a chair at the Television, busting a hole in the screen. "That's what I think of your game, Jigsaw, if that's your real name." No sooner had he finished the sentence than a bunch of trap doors opened all along the walls of the room, and nobodies began pouring out.

The Nobodies, Tall white and shiny, attacked Jareth on sight. Jareth tried batting them away with his claw like hands, only to find them just slithering around the blows like snakes, and whiping back around at him with sharp legs. The force of the nobdies attack launched Jareth into the next room, a corridor that seemed to go on for miles. Lighting fast traps began opening in the walls of the corridor much like the ones in the room. This time Armored knights Started climbing out of the walls. Will saw a door with sunlight streaming through the window at the end of the corridor; past the hundreds of armored knights. Will had very little time to think as...

Rakshata wrote:Will saw a door with sunlight streaming through the window at the end of the corridor; past the hundreds of armored knights. Will had very little time to think as...

WHO THE HELL IS WILL?!?

(OH GEEZE! sorry! I ment jareth! I was reading the subtle knife ealier so I got the name mixed up. sorry)

Completely disregarding whatever was happening to him, Jareth jumped up and sold his soul to Aids. He became wealthy, and very handsome. However, everything has a price. Jareth died. He went to hell. Aids sent Ani to make Jareth a slave. A sex slave. All across the KHO forums there was rage because I said sex. OH EM GEE.
IT could end there, but suddenly, PINEAPPLE GRENADE.

Jareth shook his head..... The last post was all just a delusion....

In order to get to venus rapidly, however, Jareth started CONSUMING PEYOOOTEEE. HE GOT THERE FASTER THAN A GREASED SQUIRREL SKIING DOWN A SNOW MOUNTAIN IN JUNE.

Jareth shook his head once more, yet another delusion. He saw the coridoor filling with laughing gas as well as the armored knights. The heartless seemed to not be affected, but Jareth's vision was starting to go nuts. without pause, he bolted for the exit, dodging armored knights as he went.

Unluckily enough, one of the Armor Knights managed to graze his right shoulder with whatever weapon said knight was wielding. Jareth squirms in pain as he barely escapes.

Jareth sprinted out of the corridorr and into the sunlight. He was injured, but free. Or so he thought. It wasn't over yet. He was in a courtyard surrounded by 15 foot walls. Looking around he saw a garden to the right, a door to the left, and a small pond straight ahead. He decided to go to.....

Into the pond. As he swam down into the unexpectedly deep pond, he found a chest. He tried to open it but obviously failed, being underwater and what not. He swam back up for air, and upon emerging, noticed two large rocks. He decided on insanity. He tied them to his feet and jumped down, going faster than usual. When he reached the bottom, he opened the chest from this easier position, and inside found...

He was attacked by lollipops. The demonic kind. He tried to fend them off, but they'd just stick and stain his clothes. As any fashion diva knows, it gives off awkwardly homosexuality to have lollipops attached to you. So he quickly got naked and ran singing "It's Raining Men". Unfortunately for him...

Inevitably, his fate was sealed. He had fallen to the ground with a mortal injury. He gasped for air, but instead, blood came out. He tried to reach up to the heavens, for anything, anyone, someone to save him. He cried out "HELP ME!" but no one came to answer this sad child's dream. He began to shed tears, all the things left undone, all the love that hadn't been given, all the dreams yet to come true... and still, as he agonized knowing his time was short, he couldn't help but muster the words "Is there a God?"... and shortly after, his heart stopped beating. He look up to the sun once more... knowing there was nothing awaiting. Jareth let out a small sigh, as if of relief, and closed his eyes.
Jareth... had died.


MOTHERFUCKER I CREEPED MYSELF OUT WRITING THAT. SHIT. I'M DISTURBINGLY GOOD AT THIS.