Lets make a story together regarless of how stupid it is.

I have this weird idea to start a fictional story about metal.. What you do is you write a sentence and the next person does it and so on you can do anything. I dont know how well this will work but its worth a shot. I'll go first.


Once upon a time there was a great man named Tony Iommi who wrote a riff so powerful he himself could not play it.

Then the Metal God of Metal Gods said from above: "How the f*ck did you write a 'riff so powerful that you could not play it' if you could not play it?" The world went silent. "You, Tony Iommi, are a ridiculous poser!"

Lightning crackled from a giant finger poking through the clouds. And then only smoke and ash remained where Tony Iommi once stood. Black rain began to fall.

A boy named Eric Cartman said "They've killed Tony!" And Ozzie sang the line from Sabbath Bloddy Sabbath "You Bastards!"

And life went on. The End.

Or was it?

He was burried in the cemetary, and brought back from the dead by melissa with ....... King Diamond singing the incantation - "He was born in the cemetary...... under the sign of the mooooooon....... straight from his grave.... to crush out new riffs!!!!!"

Then Don Knotts showed up.

When I was a teacher, I used to do this exercise with my honors classes. It was fun.

.....said Knotts

TrogDawn wrote:

Eyesore wrote:

Then the Metal God of Metal Gods said from above: "How the f*ck did you write a 'riff so powerful that you could not play it' if you could not play it?" The world went silent. "You, Tony Iommi, are a ridiculous poser!"

Lightning crackled from a giant finger poking through the clouds. And then only smoke and ash remained where Tony Iommi once stood. Black rain began to fall.

And then Eyesore was gang-raped repeatedly by the members of GWAR (in full regalia) for writing such a horrible story, which caused more than just his eye to be sore.

Really? I heard it was Herbert Kornfeld.

Someone needs to be force-fed their own intestines at some point in this story.

Just saying. (not me)

TrogDawn wrote:

Eyesore wrote:

Then the Metal God of Metal Gods said from above: "How the f*ck did you write a 'riff so powerful that you could not play it' if you could not play it?" The world went silent. "You, Tony Iommi, are a ridiculous poser!"

Lightning crackled from a giant finger poking through the clouds. And then only smoke and ash remained where Tony Iommi once stood. Black rain began to fall.

And then Eyesore was gang-raped repeatedly by the members of GWAR (in full regalia) for writing such a horrible story, which caused more than just his eye to be sore.

UltraMagnus007 wrote:

TrogDawn wrote:

Eyesore wrote:

Then the Metal God of Metal Gods said from above: "How the f*ck did you write a 'riff so powerful that you could not play it' if you could not play it?" The world went silent. "You, Tony Iommi, are a ridiculous poser!"

Lightning crackled from a giant finger poking through the clouds. And then only smoke and ash remained where Tony Iommi once stood. Black rain began to fall.

And then Eyesore was gang-raped repeatedly by the members of GWAR (in full regalia) for writing such a horrible story, which caused more than just his eye to be sore.

It made his brown eye sore

Then Tony cut of the tips of his fingers and was able to play that powerful riff and we all lived happily ever after.

Perfect ending