Let's write a story backwards...

[dennilfloss]

I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

 

[FleshLight]

Realizing he accidentally the whole fleshlight

 

[BassBomb]

I thought you were banned?

If you wanted to write a story backwards, wouldn't you start with The End?

Here goes though:


He now knew he was what ultimately killed ATOT.

 

[Crono]

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

He shot the sheriff... but he did not shoot the deputy.

 

[cirrhosis]

Her note concluded with "Goodbye".

Edit: Dammit, don't answer so fast guys!

 

[M0oG0oGaiPan]

yrots a

 

[CPA]

Originally posted by: M0oG0oGaiPan
yrots a

/thread

 

[darkxshade]

Originally posted by: CPA

Originally posted by: M0oG0oGaiPan
yrots a

/thread

a story backwards...


gotta have all your bases covered

 

[SagaLore]

Originally posted by: CPA

Originally posted by: M0oG0oGaiPan
yrots a

/thread

daerht\

 

[AreaCode7O7]

Originally posted by: cirrhosis
Her note concluded with "Goodbye".

He couldn't believe it! He had always loved her, even throughout the period in her life when she was imprisoned for that thing involving cats and corkscrews, and this is how she repaid him?

 

[Perknose]

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

 

[nace186]

It was a cold and stormy night...

 

[Shawn]

a story backwards...

 

[AreaCode7O7]

nm, too late to the game

 

[zerocool84]

She comes in, then I put on my robe and wizard hat.

 

[ggnl]

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

 

[Turin39789]

:yb detsop yllanigirO naPiaGo0Go0M
yrots a

siht

 

[AreaCode7O7]

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

"Professor, can we talk about my grade? I found Truth in Scienotology and I now know that it was wrong to sleep with you to get an A++++ but if I did some extra assignments..." He brushed past the groveling undergrad with nary a word as he strode towards the lecture hall, digging his crumbled, pathetic excuse for lunch out of his pocket and ripping off the wrapper.

 

[yh125d]

Once upon a time...


there was the beginning. now let the thread die!

 

[OCGuy]

bacon, cheesecake.....BACON CHEESECAKE???

 

[Turin39789]

Originally posted by: AreaCode707

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

"Professor, can we talk about my grade? I now know that it was wrong to sleep with you to get an A++++ but if I did some extra assignments..." He brushed past the groveling undergrad with nary a word as he strode towards the lecture hall, digging his crumbled, pathetic excuse for lunch out of his pocket and ripping off the wrapper.

The story begins outside his office, in a dimly lit hall as the hairy and unwashed undergraduate slowly approached his door. He couldn't go home to his parents with these grades, so he knocked cautiously then boldly opened the door.

 

[joesmoke]

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

Finally, in a frantic tug, the professor managed to close his trunk. He'd never had a problem like this with it before. But then again, he was usually only storing one dead hooker. When the number increased to seven, he was finding that limbs had to be broken, body cavaties kicked in, and even then it was a tight fit. Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, he pulled his mundane sedan into his garage, went directly upstairs without removing his bloody loafers, and shot himself up with the heroin his brain had long since been able to function without.

Waking refreshed the next day, he headed of to the lab without a second thought to the contents of his trunk.

 

[Turin39789]

Originally posted by: joesmoke

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

Finally, in a frantic tug, the professor managed to close his trunk. He'd never had a problem like this with it before. But then again, he was usually only storing one dead hooker. When the number increased to seven, he was finding that limbs had to be broken, body cavaties kicked in, and even then it was a tight fit. Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, he pulled his mundane sedan into his garage, went directly upstairs without removing his bloody loafers, and shot himself up with the heroin his brain had long since been able to function without.

Waking refreshed the next day, he headed of to the lab without a second thought to the contents of his trunk.

The story begins as the professor approaches his car, a used subcompact. He opens the trunk and fills it with the burlap sack, struggling to close the trunk.

 

[ggnl]

Originally posted by: joesmoke

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

Finally, in a frantic tug, the professor managed to close his trunk. He'd never had a problem like this with it before. But then again, he was usually only storing one dead hooker. When the number increased to seven, he was finding that limbs had to be broken, body cavaties kicked in, and even then it was a tight fit. Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, he pulled his mundane sedan into his garage, went directly upstairs without removing his bloody loafers, and shot himself up with the heroin his brain had long since been able to function without.

Waking refreshed the next day, he headed of to the lab without a second thought to the contents of his trunk.

"Why get one seventy-dollar hooker when you can get seven ten-dollar hookers" the professor said mockingly to himself as he surveyed the grisley scene. His assistant was still slumped in the corner sans head and pants. Poor basterd didnt have a chance when Jizzabelle found out just what the prefessors invention could do.

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

With a sigh, he resigned himself to the unglamorous task of cleaning up the classroom. The principal was not going to be happy about this.

 

[Perknose]

Originally posted by: AreaCode707

Originally posted by: ggnl

Originally posted by: Perknose

Originally posted by: dennilfloss
I'll start with

He then turned the gun on himself...

Cursing his assistant's absence at the introduction of his revolutionary electric pistol, he strode onto the stage and pulled the wraps off his invention. Pausing briefly to fart,

The professor chewed nervously on the protein bar, knowing full well the seismic effects it would have on his gastrointestinal functions. But who has time to eat full meals when you're caught up in the life or death struggle of the underground super science scene? It had already claimed his assistant, and he wasn't going to go out the same way. Not without pants....

"Professor, can we talk about my grade? I found Truth in Scienotology and I now know that it was wrong to sleep with you to get an A++++ but if I did some extra assignments..." He brushed past the groveling undergrad with nary a word as he strode towards the lecture hall, digging his crumbled, pathetic excuse for lunch out of his pocket and ripping off the wrapper.

Bob knew his ill-advised praise of the rival hydraulic knife concept had all but killed the erotic tension between himself and Prof. Gunderson, not to mention his chances to graduate with a perfect 4.0, but he desperately hoped as he strode into the Prof's office clad only in an iridescent speedo and a conquistador's helmet that this one last mad gambit might work.