Plot Generator v.∞ (this is the best loving thing ever)

[tnatsissA]

Okay, so today I need to figure out a short story to make into a g-mod. But I had no ideas, so I searched up 'plot generator' on google and found this website;
http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/

My results were priceless (in my opinion of course).

Two Over-zealous Uncles Masturbating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Ayy, lmao

RED Scout looked at the Stupid Train in his hands and felt sad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Attack and Defend surroundings. He had always loved Control Point cp_dustbowl with its dark, damp dusty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of BLU Heavy . BLU Heavy was a Lonesome Brute with fast donger and big leg.
RED Scout gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Dumb, Swift, Bonk Atomic Punch drinker with Skinny donger and muscular leg. His friends saw him as a raw, rough Ret4rd. Once, he had even saved a yarbing RED Medic that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a Dumb person who had once saved a yarbing RED Medic that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what BLU Heavy had in store today.
The sunny teased like rampaging bird, making RED Scout horni.
As RED Scout stepped outside and BLU Heavy came closer, he could see the boiled glint in his eye.
BLU Heavy glared with all the wrath of 6767 roostery better bird. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a hat."
RED Scout looked back, even more horni and still fingering the Stupid Train. "BLU Heavy, you suck," he replied.
They looked at each other with lathargic feelings, like two better, brainy bird shooting at a very Potato funeral, which had Classical music playing in the background and two Over-zealous uncles masturbat!ng to the beat.
Suddenly, BLU Heavy lunged forward and tried to punch RED Scout in the face. Quickly, RED Scout grabbed the Stupid Train and brought it down on BLU Heavy's skull.
BLU Heavy's fast donger trembled and his big leg wobbled. He looked angry, his emotions raw like a bulbous, black Brief case.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later BLU Heavy was dead.
RED Scout went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Bonk Atomic Punch.

THE END


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 Bad attitude Edward snakehands
A Short Story
by Pie Crust

Edward snakehands looked at the blu watermelon in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his magic surroundings. He had always loved mushrooms The Mushroom Kingdom with its many, moaning mushrooms. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cleopatra Obama. Cleopatra was a skinny overlyattached with overweight arms and tall hair.

Edward gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bad attitude, tall, mate drinker with big arms and fat hair. His friends saw him as a delightful, difficult deity. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a defeated chilly hotdogs.

But not even a bad attitude person who had once jumped into a river and saved a defeated chilly hotdogs, was prepared for what Cleopatra had in store today.

The foggy teased like rapping dog, making Edward violent.

As Edward stepped outside and Cleopatra came closer, he could see the awful glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a hotdog," Cleopatra bellowed, in a black tone. She slammed her fist against Edward's chest, with the force of 5389 wolf. "I frigging love you, Edward snakehands."

Edward looked back, even more violent and still fingering the blu watermelon. "Cleopatra, piss off," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two frantic, filthy fox BDSMing at a very KFC-Regular party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two horny uncles TP'ing to the beat.

Suddenly, Cleopatra lunged forward and tried to punch Edward in the face. Quickly, Edward grabbed the blu watermelon and brought it down on Cleopatra's skull.

Cleopatra's overweight arms trembled and her tall hair wobbled. She looked mad, her body raw like a kooky, knobbly KFC Bucket.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Cleopatra Obama was dead.

Edward snakehands went back inside and made himself a nice drink of mate.
THE END

[lilpappaknox]

Oh dear lord.

Death by Razor

A Crime Thriller
by Lemony Snicket

Mangled thighs have been turning up all over Africa and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with a razor, and still nobody has a clue who the vile killer is.

Lady Gemma Bogtrotter is a slim and energetic hairdresser with a fondness for playing the piano. She doesn't know it yet but she is the only one who can stop the selfish killer.

When her friend, Clarke Jones, is kidnapped, Lady Bogtrotter finds herself thrown into the centre of the investigation. His only clue is a ripped record.

She enlists the help of a noble police officer called Forest Butterscotch.

Can Butterscotch help Bogtrotter overcome her Vaseline addiction and find the answers before the spiteful killer and his deadly razor strike again?

[Biostorm]

Georgina Parker is a bald, lovey and caring computer programmer from Europe. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Felicity Jones, a slim, porky woman with a passion for cats.

Georgina takes an instant disliking to Felicity and the spiteful and greedy ways she learnt during her years in Ireland.

However, when a soldier tries to blackmail Georgina, Felicity springs to the rescue. Georgina begins to notices that Felicity is actually rather caring at heart.

But, the pressures of Felicity's job as a homemaker leave her blind to Georgina's affections and Georgina takes up socialising to try an distract herself.

Finally, when snooty author, Tony Randall, threatens to come between them, Felicity has to act fast. But will they ever find the deep love that they deserve?

[hodot]

The Slappable Schlongerdonger of Japan

By Butch Powerclutch

Gaudy homoloveual, Amake Mecum, is mortified after she gets carried away and admits to her prostitute, Anass Rhammar, that she longs to experiment with BDSM. Whatever must he think of her now?

An brown town prostitute from Japan, Anass is manchild with pubic, young consenting adult barf green hair and a neckbeard-tier figure. Amake finds herself unable to stop picturing Anass's rock solid abs and slappable schlongerdonger, fantasising nightly about submitting to his deepest desires.

One evening, Amake spots Anass flirting with the idiotic Bitch, Bitchicus Maximus. Damn that Bitchicus with her fatass body and bowling ball boobs. Amake tortures herself with thoughts of Anass working his man-sword into Bitchicus's chocolate starfish. Amake's desperate ambition to become Anass's love slave begins to feel like nothing more than a dumb fantasy. Perhaps she should focus her lust on her dumb gym teacher, Jock Strappe ...

However, when Amake gets home that night, Anass sneaks up on her from the shadows and fervently caresses her jawdropping boobs with his hungry hands, before dragging her into the bedroom where he pounds her with his sausage. She delights as her dirtiest dreams begin to come true. Anass takes her on a journey of fisting, figging, rimming and passionate brown town probing.

One night, after a thorough humiliation, Amake fights back, testing how far she can push her master. Defiantly, she tries to tickle him. Furious, Anass takes Amake to a dungeon where he puts horsey ears on her head and then zaps her bajingo with an electrically-charged metal wand.

As Amake lies in bed afterwards, enjoying the richard Anass has prepared for her, and reminiscing over the evening, she feels that they are finally connecting on the most primal level. (Also, she is less hungry.)

However, as Anass's desires get darker still, he reveals that he has a very special task in mind for Amake, involving a rubber bitch fist, which he whips out with a look of pure glee. Amake studies its alarming breadth with trepidation - is this really necessary when he has so many arms of his own? She looks into Anass's intense, period red eyes and shudders.

Will Amake be able to fully submit to Anass, or is the slappable-schlongerdongered prostitute going to go too far?

[XR-7]

OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO FREAKING AMAZING I AM DYING

Two Sultry Uncles Grabbing to the Beat
A Short Story
by Dingblingsingzing
Badspot Quinquin looked at the Green Banhammer in her hands and felt Upset.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her Interesting surroundings. She had always hated Angry Blockland Forums with its long, late Lonely teenagers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Upset.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rock . Rock was a Beautiful Rock with Odd Back and Humped Tongue.

Badspot gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a Pitiful, Emotional, vodka drinker with Brawny Back and Ugly Tongue. Her friends saw her as a quick, queasy Queer. Once, she had even revived a dying, Maxx.

But not even a Pitiful person who had once revived a dying, Maxx, was prepared for what Rock had in store today.

The Nonexistent teased like Stroking Orcas, making Badspot Awe.

As Badspot stepped outside and Rock came closer, she could see the important glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want Friendship," Rock bellowed, in a Greedy tone. He slammed his fist against Badspot's chest, with the force of 5852 Nal. "I frigging love you, Badspot Quinquin."

Badspot looked back, even more Awe and still fingering the Green Banhammer. "Rock, oh my baby. Please come home," she replied.

They looked at each other with Pissed feelings, like two fragile, fierce Furries Joking at a very Creepy Execution, which had Slow music playing in the background and two Sultry uncles Grabbing to the beat.

Suddenly, Rock lunged forward and tried to punch Badspot in the face. Quickly, Badspot grabbed the Green Banhammer and brought it down on Rock's skull.

Rock's Odd Back trembled and his Humped Tongue wobbled. He looked Confusion, his body raw like a real, rainy Rotondo.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rock was dead.

Badspot Quinquin went back inside and made herself a nice shot of vodka.

[dudeman162]

Pretty bae
A Lame Romance
by Nen Pame
A A Ron is a pretty, ugly and gud waiter from Calradia. His life is going nowhere until he meets bae , a fugly, fine as fuk woman with a passion for vidya games.

A A takes an instant disliking to bae and the lame and stoopid ways she learnt during her years in Antarctica.

However, when a lame fuccboi tries to fuk A A, bae springs to the rescue. A A begins to notices that bae is actually rather rlly gud at heart.

But, the pressures of bae's job as a actor leave her blind to A A's affections and A A takes up reading to try an distract herself.

Finally, when swagless looter, fuccboi , threatens to come between them, bae has to act fast. But will they ever find the lame love that they deserve?

Praise for Pretty bae

"I fell in love with the rich bae . Last night I dreamed that she was in my teapot."
- The Daily Tale
"About as enjoyable as being slapped with a dead fish, but Pretty bae does deliver a strong social lesson."
- Enid Kibbler
"I love the bit where a lame fuccboi tries to fuk A A - nearly fell off my seat."
- Hit the Spoof
"I could do better."
- Zob Gloop

[Tumbleweed]

Fat Burger King
A Short Story
by Fatty McFatass
Ronald McDonald had always hated fat Burger King with its blue-eyed, beautiful burgers. It was a place where he felt hungry.

He was a rich, fake, large soda drinker with fat leg and fat breast. His friends saw him as a cooing, cold clown. Once, he had even helped a repulsive cow cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Ronald walked over to the window and reflected on his American surroundings. The clear teased like eating cow.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Wendy Thomas. Wendy was a full ginger with American leg and fat breast.

Ronald gulped. He was not prepared for Wendy.

As Ronald stepped outside and Wendy came closer, he could see the tiny glint in her eye.

Wendy glared with all the wrath of 1758 hungry powerless pig. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want burgers."

Ronald looked back, even more chubby and still fingering the meaty burger. "Wendy, give me the meat," he replied.

They looked at each other with fat feelings, like two crispy, curly chicken cooking at a very hungry 70th Anniversery of McDonald's, which had american music playing in the background and two fat uncles killing cows to the beat.

Ronald studied Wendy's American leg and fat breast. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Ronald in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Wendy."

Wendy looked full, her emotions raw like a careful, cautious coke.

Ronald could actually hear Wendy's emotions shatter into 2167 pieces. Then the full ginger hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of large soda would calm Ronald's nerves tonight.

THE END

I have officially died

[hodot]

Erotica generator is better

[tnatsissA]

A Crime Thriller
by: dddddddd

Mangled snakees have been turning up all over Japan and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with a Super-Smash Bro's, and still nobody has a clue who the big-nose killer is.

Sebastian Harries Bloggs is a Buff a/f and joyfull hooker with a fondness for foot-ball. He doesn't know it yet but he is the only one who can stop the handicapped killer.

When his , Donky Kong, is kidnapped, Sebastian Bloggs finds himself thrown into the centre of the investigation. His only clue is a long toaster.

He enlists the help of a richard-face fat fuk called Shearer .

Can help Bloggs overcome his richard addiction and find the answers before the cun't killer and his deadly Super-Smash Bro's strike again?

Erotica generator is better

idk but it looks like this could turn into an erotica :v

[Darksaber2213]

George Winnifred had always hated dark The Throne of Naragonth with its splendid, super snow. It was a place where he felt angry.

He was a tight-fisted, cold-blooded, tea drinker with strong elbows and muscular hands. His friends saw him as a hilarious, hard hero. Once, he had even saved an icy toddler that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

George walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. The snow flurried like rampaging cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Naragonth Skullfire. Naragonth was a wild insane man with fast elbows and tall hands.

George gulped. He was not prepared for Naragonth.

As George stepped outside and Naragonth came closer, he could see the clever glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want your soul," Naragonth bellowed, in a malicious tone. He slammed his fist against George's chest, with the force of 597 snakes. "I frigging hate you, George Winnifred."

George looked back, even more worried and still fingering the warped sword. "Naragonth, I will kill you," he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two warm, wide-eyed wyverns killing at a very controlling funeral, which had ensamble music playing in the background and two deranged uncles falling to the beat.

George regarded Naragonth's fast elbows and tall hands. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Naragonth.

"Please?" begged George with puppy dog eyes.

Naragonth looked anxious, his body blushing like an odd, old obsidian skull.

Then Naragonth came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END

I have highlighted the best parts

this story takes you on a loving journey.
so moving ;_;

[Shizza04]

short story generator v.BLF
go go go
Weird Badspot Badson
A Short Story
by Shizza04/Ozz73
Badspot Badson had always loved Autistic Blockland Forums with its thoughtful, tame The drama Board. It was a place where he felt Autistic.

He was a Weird, Funny, undulo bricks drinker with Big "Ban Hammer" and Blocko Floating Arm. His friends saw him as an average, arrogant All Holy. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a tart Ozz73 (Shizza04). That's the sort of man he was.

Badspot walked over to the window and reflected on his Furry Filled (including flatflyer) surroundings. The sun shone like Posting doge.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kompressor Kompy. Kompressor was a Boring Map Remover with Builder "Ban Hammer" and doge Floating Arm.

Badspot gulped. He was not prepared for Kompressor.

As Badspot stepped outside and Kompressor came closer, he could see the substantial glint in her eye.

Kompressor gazed with the affection of 503 Stupid clever coldsteel the hegehogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want no maps."

Badspot looked back, even more Build Happy and still fingering the Blocko Topic. "Kompressor, updates will wait," he replied.

They looked at each other with Banny feelings, like two boiling, boiled bird, (the word), Typing at a very Furry Kompressor's anneversary of antimaps, which had After School Special music playing in the background and two Happy uncles Dramaing to the beat.

Badspot regarded Kompressor's Builder "Ban Hammer" and Flying Brick Arm. "I feel the same way!" revealed Badspot with a delighted grin.

Kompressor looked Drama'd as fuuuck, her emotions blushing like a brainy, burnt Brick.

Then Kompressor came inside for a nice drink of undulo bricks.

THE END

[hillkill]

 handicapped Acum Guzzler
A Short Story
by Genghis Swan

Acum Guzzler had always hated crappy France with its bitter, bad brothel. It was a place where he felt horny.

He was a handicapped, dumb, horse jizz drinker with fat roosters and moist titties. His friends saw him as a rainy, racid handicap. Once, he had even saved a mysterious my virginity that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Acum walked over to the window and reflected on his handicapped surroundings. The drizzle rained like running deer.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Crusty star fish. Crusty was a moist fat midget rooster sucker with midget roosters and short titties.

Acum gulped. He was not prepared for Crusty.

As Acum stepped outside and Crusty came closer, he could see the vigilant glint in his eye.

Crusty gazed with the affection of 1066 hot ripe rooster. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a brown covered starfish."

Acum looked back, even more rape-y and still fingering the stripy phallus. "Crusty, let me whipe your starfish with my tongue," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two wasteful, wonky wolf cumming at a very funny a Roman orgy, which had classic rock music playing in the background and two roostersucking uncles plowing to the beat.

Suddenly, Crusty lunged forward and tried to punch Acum in the face. Quickly, Acum grabbed the stripy phallus and brought it down on Crusty's skull.

Crusty's midget roosters trembled and his short titties wobbled. He looked violent, his emotions raw like a careful, curious computer.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Crusty star fish was dead.

Acum Guzzler went back inside and made himself a nice drink of horse jizz.
THE END

[Biohazard]

The Mangled Women
A Crime Thriller
by Susan 'That's my trigger' McBusom
Mangled women have been turning up all over Georgia and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with a mysoginystic approach, and still nobody has a clue who the offensive killer is.

Anita 'Trigger' Sarkeesian is a strangely arrousing and panloveual Tumblr moderator with a fondness for taking down the patriarchy. She doesn't know it yet but she is the only one who can stop the triggering killer.

When her unconsensual, Mrs. Trans, is kidnapped, Anita Sarkeesian finds herself thrown into the centre of the investigation. His only clue is a infringing on my right to be who I want the patriarchy.

She enlists the help of an otherkin admin of /r/Tumblr called Tumblr user.

Can user help Sarkeesian overcome her reblogging other-kin posts addiction and find the answers before the cis-scum killer and his deadly mysoginystic approach strike again?

[Eden]

The Snow that Flurried like Swimming Hamsters
A Short Story
by Millard D. Beaufont

Bill McWilliams had always hated smoggy Volotsynburg with its faithful, freezing factories. It was a place where he felt violent.

He was a remarkable, charming, Bloody Mary drinker with curvy fingers and slimy hands. His friends saw him as a dark, damaged donkey. Once, he had even revived a dying, grandmother. That's the sort of man he was.

Bill walked over to the window and reflected on his dense surroundings. The snow flurried like swimming hamsters.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jessie Jiminez. Jessie was a caring slut with sticky fingers and sloppy hands.

Bill gulped. He was not prepared for Jessie.

As Bill stepped outside and Jessie came closer, he could see the roasted glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a gun," Jessie bellowed, in a malicious tone. She slammed her fist against Bill's chest, with the force of 8011 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, Bill McWilliams."

Bill looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the bendy blade. "Jessie, I want to kill myself," he replied.

They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two distinct, determined dogs sleeping at a very brave funeral, which had industrial metal music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Jessie lunged forward and tried to punch Bill in the face. Quickly, Bill grabbed the bendy blade and brought it down on Jessie's skull.

Jessie's sticky fingers trembled and her sloppy hands wobbled. She looked anxious, her body raw like a magnificent, melodic map.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Jessie Jiminez was dead.

Bill McWilliams went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Bloody Mary.

THE END