[GAME] Line by Line Story

[victorianflorist]

Let's write a story! Each user adds a line to the story. After 100 posts I'll put it together and post in the Morbit Discord!

I'll start.

A grape-type steps up to a lemonade stand run by a merchant-type.

[Clockwork Citrus]

A duck type waits for some lemonade

[King-Clod]

The grape-type was a detective, looking into the murder of one "Mr. Weasel," a duck/giant hybrid.

[victorianflorist]

The grape type holds up a terribly inaccurate rendition of the duck/giant hybrid to the merchant-type, "have you seen this TCP?"

[King-Clod]

The duck-type, who had been waiting in line for lemonade for about an hour now, shoves him to the side, saying "Hey, do you mind?"

[Clockwork Citrus]

The grape type shoves the picture in their face “have you seeeen this tiny cat”

[victorianflorist]

The merchant type grumbles, "are you two going to order or what?"

[Clockwork Citrus]

“Yes i want your lemonade” says the one “all of t this is a stickup”

[King-Clod]

Upon hearing this, the grape-type pulls out his weapon and faces the duck type.

[1011686]

[Wait is the duck type the one doing the stickup?]

Before the grape-type can do anything, the merchant type leaps over the counter and tackles the would-be theif to the ground.

[victorianflorist]

The duck-type and the merchant type shout as they tumble down to the ground, grappling; the grape-type points their weapon between the duck type and the merchant type, trying to get a clear shot with the tranquilizer.

[Clockwork Citrus]

a friend type comes up and looks around deciding better of it and walks back away

[King-Clod]

The grape-type managed to shoot a dart into the duck-type's arm, and once the duck-type fell asleep, he helped the merchant type up off the floor.

[1011686]

"Ain't nobody getting my lemonade through illegal means" grumbles the merchant-type.

[Clockwork Citrus]

the friend type returns "hello can i have some lemonaid!!!"

[victorianflorist]

"No, buzz off. I'm closing." The merchant type dumps the remaining lemonade on their head.

[AceOfNothing]

The friend type tries shaking the lemonade off itself before sitting on the ground and rolling around, ultimately just getting very dirty and sticky.

[victorianflorist]

The merchant type smashes their stand with their fists.

[Dragonesque]

A bastard type who was sleeping on a bench finally wake up at the noise "..wuzz goin on?"

[King-Clod]

The grape-type turns to the bastard with a shrug, saying,"Attempted theft, and few answers."

[Dzib 9001]

The bastard, bored out of there mind asks "Can i join in?"

[King-Clod]

The grape type raises a non-existent eyebrow, asking, "Join in what, pray tell?"

[AceOfNothing]

The bastard type shrugs and fold their hands on their lap, claws tapping togetherwith soft clicks, "well you said you were robbing the lemonade stand, I thought I could help."