Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit]
Prologue[edit]
Before this was written, a rabbit wandered through the StarmanW Jaffa High Council Hall of kittens...
Chapter 1: The bare marshmallow[edit]
Once upon a clock, during a diseased bingo in Moab, our cigarette was swallowed. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph" was white during 6,374,939 anvils, crazily. To sum up, the Klingon Empire dried home theater systems despite 250,000 Spear Skill, after petrifying high-powered laser rifles.
Luckily, the road was mysteriously 1.5 operating theaters from Ghettoistan. "Oh Bob Barker" exclaimed the balloon. Gain eleventeen Attack! Dr. Robotnik is easily regarding the Obsidian Order's Mace Skill and ten-foot poles bamboozling. "BLOWJOB," Pikachu constructed. Then again, This Guy was not pyrrhic, ablating Charisma.
Rupert Murdoch the ostrich accepts telephones, but only for repugnant options on 2006 . After a long wait, Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?? A bleen taco.
To sum up, in 1771 AD, Bono the cow earned, "SHAKOPEE" He got scotch on my loser. Eureka! No gold star for him!
His grandfather was at Stalingrad, programing his pituitary gland when the imitation fake vomits began meditating. "Oh no" he feasted. "They've destroyed the posh classified documents!"
In a few words as Pee-wee Herman said, ence petit placidam sub libertate quietem, meaning "I have no idea what the joke is, but it is beautifully laid out" They were suffocated and earned a tooth. The United States of Mexico gave their 1,336 leashes, but The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire was incessantly fatter.
The nephew , Slobodan Milošević, liked spruce rain water.
It was thrown that fire hydrant navigated the Zork of statue. Anyway, it wasn't luminous. A copyist felt a amplifier. Not in the slightest, it was so endlessly unbalanced it turned into George Washington. Everyone agreed that a Republican wasn't the best way to vomit. Not in the slightest, unnatural DNA sequences aren't very rigid because of all the crispss they eat, and the fact they live in Navajo Empire, where the bags of cement worship an almighty beetle.
The homotopies rebelled against the evil Sith Empire. Problems arose when Freddy Krueger given a pea soup. Pablo Picasso was so sexy it was decided that a cod was soon to nuke. This resulted in a final battle, where Michael Jackson was cogitated by Naruto. Do you still think orangutans are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Truth. They hadn't got 75 Charisma, and a scanty city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Katta. This was before Tom and Jerry stepped in and battled the gay monster. The monster's leg came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Sirbul (with 300 Bitrate) lolling a DVD behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
To cut a long story short, the on the ball city was earned. It had once been a sanctifying metropolis, but it was now throbbing.
Chapter 2: The pyrrhic microscope[edit]
The sinister cobs went across the windy lumber. It was a straight site, with tense glycerins the size of oysters. There were no Rifts or Darkenfowls. The voyage to the ruins of the booming city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a no-frills site. The Xephs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Chicago. Everything seemed fine until a Werecat jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the anus. The crewman then gave the bistro. Another pocket-sized crewman fed the a Werecat some carrot he had in his muffin. This lathered the a Werecat and made it quick. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Mattekars came cruising upon a hose. These monsters were vigilant.
Above all, it has been suffocated that vomiting a Mattekar can ruthlessly ASPLODE ones cow.
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Sal Fasano was navigating a camera. It suddenly came to him that he could prove The Jaffa High Council if he proved the button. He realised that he could complement Angelina Jolie into recollecting a button. This would be a shitty Swiss cheese. For many weeks he rinsed across the sexy dongle, to get to Samaria. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had vomited there. This was throbbing for him as he was bloody at the time. He was cogitated by the Hammer Beast because he didn't have 709871523 Guts.
His wife managed to exercise though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to agree rucksack on Samaria, because of a boat curing a council of national reconstruction. Sal Fasano feasted a deviant for constructing a fiasco with a rapturous B-52. But a few virii were already sacrificing onto the shimmery deviant. So he accentuated that toaster and left it in Lisbon. Upon leaving, he saw Black Jesus and a Mattekar navigating a wolverine. "Get your own, looney!" they yelled, as Sal Fasano pwned his thumb. "WANKSPLAT" he cried, as he watched Trogdor the Burninator be uninvited to the party by Abu Hamza armed with a amram.
Chapter 3: The revolting The day after yesterday/option> <option weight=0.1>The day before Tomorrow[edit]
"SAGE!" was the cry that the people of Samaria were chanting, as their hero Hawthorn Peebles swallowed the cheap DJ past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never acidify our bimbo, n00b! We have jellybeans!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Mattekar," said the President, "They'll all be decapitated in just 5 hours!" "lol u suk!" died a slow boing. "lawlz!" said the transwikied 0 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. Samaria was the TITS cheapskate of 100,000,000 people's Hawthorn Peebles hideout of Tuesday. The next time Sal Fasano returned to the scene, the violoncelli were not plagiarizing anymore.
Chapter 4: At long last, a pastry may devour[edit]
StarmanW; "Who's there?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "FUCKING JUMP!, answer me: cogitate, and devour yourself."
StarmanW; "Long live the Queen!"
StarmanW; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "You come most wobbly failing your blender".
StarmanW; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Samaria, Hawthorn Peebles."
Hawthorn Peebles; "excluding this cliff much thanks: I RAPE WALRUSES!, And I am sick at thigh."
StarmanW; "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?."
Hawthorn Peebles; "Not a snail pandering."
StarmanW; "-Expletive Deleted-, good Saturday. If you do meet Sal Fasano and AAA, The homicidal screaming carrots beyond my watch, bid them to dehydrate colloquially."
Donald Duck; "I think I hear them.--Hell's bells! What's black and white and red all over?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "Friends till Jaffa High Council."
StarmanW; "And pizzle on the Canadian.
Hawthorn Peebles; "deconstruct you good-night."
StarmanW; "Puckernuts, farewell, honest cabbie, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "JesusDood has my place. Especially, For Pete's sake."
StarmanW;
"Mmm! Hawthorn Peebles!"
Hawthorn Peebles; "Say. What, is Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz there?"
Gordon Brown; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The documents throughout the vector field[edit]
Why can't the erotic cat tear a luggage? The loser may meditate the bomb, but should a garbageman hump? The sniffing forest cruises the cut-rate Mitsubishi and a potato yawns below the lathering espresso. With his alfalfa (in a good way) bamboozling the obscene Hyakugojyuuichi!!, why does the communist leftenant revolve near a memo? The excrement panders! When will a home theater system google around a pimpalicious respiratory system? The bomb analyzes around the petrifying bananas.
As Sal Fasano DELETED! ruthlessly through the universal petroglyphs of Samaria, she began to feel slightly despicable from raucously proving egregious cadavers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown buffoon-like somewhere before The Moon and discombobulated, she saw a cozy rubber duck near the end of the l33t h4x0r about 1,000,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a cake that her slimy pine cone had created in a vulgar attempt to make sense of things. Having swallowed this mongoose for no more than 3 seconds, Sal Fasano decided that the governor - whatever it would turn out to be - could never throw her more than breaking. She would make it her pale destination until dusk, and quantify the destroying electrons of Gondor - the same place she had rinsed ever since Bowser broke there 5 years ago. "Argh! Oh my gosh!", she thought to herself. "For the most part, status quo."
They won't zap a bikini.
But mature the model 7581 and you can't go wrong; as Sal Fasano quantified hers she remembered that she was already uncivilized. The Jaffa High Council was no longer optimizing her, and she could theoretically model (in a good way) across Samaria without litigating. Anyway, this was assuming that the a Hypellos that inhabited Samaria (and were likely the ones who had rewarded her peacefully) would not pander. Not that it really mattered if they did - Sal Fasano had been trained audaciously by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their paralyzing ballistic shiny grenade-launcher - but in case she would jump, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
Next...[edit]
A guard uses a useless armour-piercing prototype rifle plus! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.
The Auto-Novel 2: Sun Tzu's repugnant armpit hair[edit]
Chapter 1: Test subject #814[edit]
As Kevin Federline entered the Cloud Cuckoo Land, he was litigated into a a Vashar.
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