Really dumb story I did with @mousetail101
Okay so basically, we did this thing where we would each take turns writing sentences.
Once upon a time there was a fr*nch person.
They had a pet dog named Bob Bobbing Bob the Bob.
They took Bob Bobbing Bob the Bob on a walk.
While they were at the park walking they tripped over a rock.
Bob Bobbing Bob the Bob fudge ducking dies.
He died of brain cancer suddenly and shockingly.
Except… his brain was actually working perfectly fine and he was being dramatic.
So anyway, The nameless protagonist tripped over a rock and landed on their face.
They fudge ducking died, but in a cool way so that nobody could even be sad.
They woke up as a ghost and said, “Well cool Guess I'm a ghost now. :D”
Except ghosts weren’t real.
So they actually became a squirrel because squirlf.
And then Bob Bobbing Bob the Bob saw the squirrel and chased after them.
So they ran and ran and ran and ran and ran right in front of a desoto adventurer.
And that's when the war started…
WORLD WAR SEVEN AND A HALF. . !
Their were bullets flying and lots of important red body juice evreywhere.
The red body juice was paint that the soldiers stored in their bodies.
They all were addicted to drinking the foul stuff.
They were all… paint drinkers. . !
The human(?) turned squirrel was horrified yet intriged.
So they started drinking paint aswell.
They chugged paint after paint after suspiciously blood like paint.
Eventually they ran out of “paint”.
They sobbed in squirrel turned paint addict and cried out to the goddess of paint.
They ended up massacring all of the soldiers to find more of that addictive “paint”.
Suddenly Bob Bobbing the Bob ran over and screamed like a school girl stepping on a Lego brick.
Because Bob Bobbing the Bob had attained a concerning amount of “paint”.
Him and the squirrel fought over it before a bird showed up.
The bird had even more “paint”.
They all started a cult dedicated to the red stuff.
Five the rat showed up in a flying yacht.
And they were walking their pet human.
The human, a 50 year old man named Jake pointed at the Cultists.
“You… you must stop drinking the ‘paint’.”
The squirrel stared at him “why bruh, this taste bangin, yo”
Insert evreyone gasping dramatically like in those Mexican soap operas where it turns out so an so was actually dating that guy's brother but was also secretly impersonating her secret twin sister who's ex boyfriends in the mafia.
Then everyone died of prion disease.
