Story-telling time!

[Jonathan Vance]

Ready... Set... Write![/b]

In this game, we will create a continuous story about --well, pretty much whatever you want it to be about.

Set a timer for 2 minutes. When the timer buzzes, that means you are done writing, it doesn't matter whether you're in the middle of a sentence, or even a word. It's up to the next person to finish it for you.

Your segment of the story should connect (if barely) to the posts before it, so that we have a cohesive narrative. You can write from what your character would write, or from your own perspective.

It's expected, and even encouraged for the content to end up random, since you're writing as much as possible in the allotted two minutes.

Good luck, and I hope this becomes an entertaining story!

"I don't even know what a Hippocampus is?!" He exclaimed. He was extremely overwhelmed, and not sure what he had gotten himself into. As he turned to look out the window, he felt a warm breeze, and wondered. This weather was extremely unusual for the current season, and it was definitely not the only unusual thing going on.

"Well," said the voice from behind him, "You should have pa...

[Hero Lysander]

"…paid the man who had come to your house five days ago." Before he knew what was going on, the person behind him had a gun pointed at the back of his head. "We told you. No late payments."

"But…! I don't know what happened!" he exclaimed. "What the fu hell is a hippocamp…

[Damian Lestrange]

"... Hippocampus?!" He spun around and kicked the gun out of his attacker's hands. His name was Damian, and he was a professional badass. Unfortunately, he had been wading through some shit the past few days. Some group called The Company wanted a Hippocampus, and Damian was too busy being badass to bother himself knowing about a stupid Hipppo-whatever.

He stepped over to the man and kicked him...

[Zoe Thompson]

...square in the balls. "TELL ME. TELL ME NOW!" He yelled, his voice resembling that of an extremely high pitched twelve year old girl. His cheeks were becoming ruddy with frustration, as the other man refused to respond. He seriously needed that bonus from the Company, after all, it /was/ nearly Christmas and his kids needed gifts. Yeah, he was a badass with kids. Got a problem with that, mofo?

Laughing, he took out his favorite little knife. "You've only got a few options here," he said, looking...

[Albus Potter]

absolutely maniacal, waving the sharp, pointy little weapon around in the air. Eyes narrowed angrily and shone in the sunlight, and he screamed and laughed again.

"I can kick you in the balls again, castrate you and leave you to bleed to death, or castrate you and shove them small ones down your throat so you can choke to death, all depending on how...