Author Topic: The journal game  (Read 1417 times)

Rules are simple; we try and build a cohesive journal together. Mind-set must be realistic, and actions must be reasonable.
No nukes.
Allow me to start.
Topic is forget if I know. Lets just say national socialist zombie hookers with machine guns for arms are invading.


Day One
The national socialist Zombie Hookers with machine guns for arms are invading.



Lets see how quick I get this stupid stuff deleted

Mind-set must be realistic, and actions must be reasonable.

The national socialist Zombie Hookers with machine guns for arms are invading.

._.


Day Two

It's difficult to masturbate to national socialist Zombie Hookers, but I did it.

Day Three
Those national socialist Zombie Hookers have some low prices...


[there are some white sticky stains on the page]

Day Eighteen

The old semen has finally rusted in the sun. I have been able to, at long last, revisit the bottle and use it for my own hydration. The remains of which I will bile up and throw at the zombies like reverse Boomerism from that game, "Left 4 Dead". I wrote a few fan fictions about this scenario before already, but this one is just too real. Here's my question: Have I been sent into another world?

Day Nineteen

I HAVE NOT BEEN SUCKED INTO ANOTHER WORLD. However, I did meet a really lovey gay zombie bi hooker zombie national socialist. Totally an atheist and believes in no reincarnation, really the coolest woman I have ever seen. When I showed her my fedora collection, she smiled and revealed her bra. It was all moldy and rotten, and there were a bunch of holes where I could see her ribcage. It was also really green and made like gross boiling noises. I'm pretty sure it was smoking a little bit too. I asked her what she was before she turned, and she responded with, "gbrrbrbrgghbrbbrgrbrbgblgbglg bl." She is truly m'lady and a charming one at that.

Day... Five?
I think I'm going insane, seeing what I've written last page. What is going on here?

Day... Five?
I think I'm going insane, seeing what I've written last page. What is going on here?
Ugh. It is not day five or six. It is day 20.

Ugh. It is not day five or six. It is day 20.
Day 1 > 2 > 3 > 18+19
Tell me how that makes sense

Day 1 > 2 > 3 > 18+19
Tell me how that makes sense
There does not have to be journal activity everyday.

There does not have to be journal activity everyday.
except that's how journals work
you suck at journals

except that's how journals work
you suck at journals
But sometimes it goes dark. Lol. Even in the Diary of Anne Frank she stops writing for some days because there's too much activity.

Day 6

Not entirely sure if its actually the sixth day or not, I seem to have had a mental breakdown when counting off days.
One thing is for sure though, tomorrow I'm going to burn this journal.

Day 7

brb burning journal


Day 8

Journal survived for unknown reasons.
I think I'm having a mental breakdown. One thing is for sure though, tomorrow I'm going to burn this journal.

Day 9

Over the past few days I have realized that I'm amazing at math. Other that that discovery I have noticed that the national socialist zombie hookers are receiving lots of abortions which are sprouting national socialist zombie hooker fetuses.