Once, Ernest Hemingway was challenged to write a six-word story. He wrote, "For sale: Baby shoes. Never used."
So it begins in ernest, friends!
The puns...I want to die.
"Started at birth, ended at death."
* Dont know if this really qualifies as a game.... are there prizes?
The only prize...is your happiness!
Icequeen's cold. as within, so without.
steve rogers is killed. fanboys shrug.
Gin without tonic, is just gin.
He hangs his head in silence.
We are the Champions, my friiiii-eeeends...
Orphaned at birth, adopted by death.
(a piece to continue in Papa's vein and to match my own sour mood)
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Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
Oh sure, go all literary and make mine look like a Grisham novel.... :P
Surrounded by friends, he died alone.