One Word Story - Four Year Anniversary

A tradition for Litlcord on its anniversary, March 21, is to open up a one word story for the entire server to interact with. This year, we changed it up! We included an opening to the story to get it going a certain direction, and then it eventually hit chaos as always. We additionally included a slow mode for chat, reducing the amount of same people getting their words in, people accidentally messaging over one another, and making it easier for slower typers / readers to partake.

As always, there has been minimal adjustments to the story written through singular words - mainly grammar for adjustments like including commas, periods, exclamation points, and so forth.

Here's the start of the story:

The grand opening gala for the Kryllian Exhibit at the Smithsonian was a shimmering affair. Champagne flutes clinked, hushed whispers of awe rippled through the crowd, and the air crackled with the self-importance of academics and politicians alike. Spotlights illuminated the centerpiece: a meticulously reconstructed skeleton of a Kryllian, an alien race that had vanished from the cosmos ages ago, leaving behind only fragmented archeological evidence.

Dr. Eleanor Vance, the lead xenobiologist on the project, beamed, her face flushed with pride. “Years of painstaking research, cross-referencing, and educated guesswork,” she announced to a small gaggle of reporters, gesturing towards the towering Kryllian skeleton. Its six spindly limbs radiated from a central, armored thorax. Its elongated skull, housing what was believed to be an immense brain, perched atop a flexible neck. “A triumph of interspecies understanding!”

The Kryllians, based on their recovered technology and cryptic writings, were believed to be fiercely intelligent, masters of bio-engineering, and possessors of a dry, almost sarcastic sense of humor. This exhibit, Eleanor hoped, would humanize the alien unknown, bridging the gap between humanity and the vast emptiness of space.

Then, the lights flickered. A collective gasp swept through the room. And then, a voice, disembodied and booming, erupted from the museum's speaker system, silencing the champagne chatter.

“I AM SO INSULTED RIGHT NOW!”

The voice was deep, resonated with an ancient power, and dripped with utter disdain. Everyone froze, champagne sloshing unsteadily in trembling hands.

“You people have the audacity to call that thing a ‘faithful reconstruction’ of my skeleton?! AND you call yourselves scientists….”

And from here, it was free reign. Enjoy the chaos that ensues.

The entire skeleton army were screaming bloody murder because they were bones and now concerned about their fragile little arms breaking. They discarded bones into the exhibit, which activated all the security droids. They aimed ducks at passerby noodles, but the noodles weren't actually real but were cake made.

I realized that without the Kryllian bio-engineering skeletons there would be no chance of stopping Eleanor's rampage after Eleanor's pet died, RIP :(. Because, she ate her chocolate and hemorrhaged a bat. However, I managed Walmart so good that Billy ascended to godhood while Gertrude. I, they, threw out never to be seen again.

Recently, Kryllians have decided that gonna is bad because it sounds like death.

"Give me liberty. 50 percent pleasure, 50 percent pain. 100 percent reason to remember the name of Jesus."

"What do capybaras have that Satan doesn't?" - Goku

"I am confuzzled."

"How should kissing men help me kiss Eleanor?"

"It doesn't, you insolent FOOL nugget!"

"Historically they hated all rainbows and cherry pickers? Because they burned bones."

Ah, Fuzzlesnakes! What could you do for Skeletonia? If you steal souls of 55 burgers, 55 fries, 1 skeleton with big claws and sticky marrow rose.

"stand tall you despicable minion." A commander screamed in lowercase bold comic sans and Klondike bars. Because, what would you do if you kissed a man who loved another skeleton?

I never loved her Mephistopheles, only the big, black raven purses Poe.

"No!" Quote the clown with fat shoes. Ostriches eat humans and fish cannonballs.

"UNO GONNA give you down and give HENRY bones the detonator. With you floundering around Sanders, we found many berserkers berserking in Beserk ways."

Meanwhile, Larry is up to no machinations of maniacal berserking, but Katie decided never will they desecrate because no bitch shall cherry pick homosexuals and scream. Furthermore, soldiers of Poland gonna give you diarrhea forsooth. Perchance. Is not the proper way to divorce. Perchance. You let the evil snake become a woman. WAIT?! Snake? WOMAN?! Snitties Mindflayer cackle and you raise children abhorrently, leading a generation towards cannibalism and murder.

Thankfully, a sentient muppet with hands and glorious bagels, bouncing bombastically beneath bare cheeks. Oh! Down from up and never to forever without a mother, they decided that they couldn't trust anyone but Kryllians. From looking towards the distance, Michael realized Armageddon alluringly fast was winking towards apocalypse.

Yaoi? What circumstances brought it to existence? How can we birth God from a banana peel? We gonna kiss rocks until our feet withered. That became, problematic.

"RUN TO Narnia before Krampus consumes moles and voles and steals girlfriends away from you snivelling slungoid homosexual."

In fast developments across intergalactic romance skeletons — sans is killing God-Emperor Devido, Danny.

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And scene. That was the end of the story written this year.

In total we had 40 participants for this story. Thanks for always managing to make some weird stories that don't make sense. Here's to another year.