Anime North -2016- Hype Thread

[smartdude1212]

So here's the group story that was written by me, gold stinger, bmah, Mark, Moe, Booby, remedy, Trevor, Mayo, Bridget, Tall Chris, Jteh, and Ally, with Stian floating around the room. The rules are these: write three lines, cover the first two, and leave the third line visible for the next person to continue the story. Repeat until finished. (looks like one person fucked this up and I think it was Trevor)

I'll separate the story by lines/contributions, but I don't necessarily know who contributed what because we mixed it up on the second go-'round. I wrote the beginning and the ending.

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"Welcome Anime," read the sign. It baffled the entire crew of Fiffer
individuals (which did not take much), but the excitement of fondles
and Gay Sex 101 panels could not deter any of them. Suddenly, Jteh and

Stian found the magical buttplug hidden underneath the
floorboards at the convention. It created a magical glow that
raised the horniness levels of everyone attending. So far, everyone

had taken off their pants and were looking at each other very
suggestively. Soon afterwards, penguins started raining down from
the heavens, flopping on everything and everyone around. Unfortunately,

the giant RV in the sky had other plans as it crashed into the
ground releasing a swarm of Tim Hortons coffee coupons. Everyone
turned their heads in order to witness this awe-inspiring event unfold.

Within a matter of minutes, gallons upon gallons of semen
were flying through the air. Suddenly, they stopped to help the other
Charizard, who couldn't use his massive wings. It was a real problem

when Bridget needed a ride to the liquor store to
turn it up. Instead, she reached for the drain cleaner
that was in the dented bathroom. This drain cleaner,

filled to the brim with hair, just triggered everyone in the
room. Shuddering, the washroom door was closed, and the group
wandered back whence they came. Stopping at another door down the hall,

they decided it would be easier to just break into the room and swipe
the TV. As they carried the TV down the hall, they began to bicker over
who would get the cash value for it. "I think I deserve the money

so I can arrange a wedding for Charu x Xiz," he announced. "They shall kiss
at midnight on April 20 (4/20) which will create a magical spell to legalize
marijuana around the world!!" he laughed maniacally. This was Snoop Dogg's secret

dildo collection, laced with magical mary-jane that graced smartdude's
butthole with a delightful pop. After several minutes of unabashed voyeurism,
the dildo slipped out slowly, Trevor's eyes gleaming as he stroked his top hat.

Tilting his head back in ecstasy, Trevor spots an icy stare and shining grin
peering from behind the curtains. Bobby, having been spotted, jumps out, lets loose
his wildest howler monkey cry, and sensually presents his foot long Subway sandwich.

With his mouth watering, he takes a bite, and gets aroused by the taste,
all the ingredients gushing out, with every other monkey looking, as they fantasize
about eating that same sandwich. All in sync, they all touched themselves. In

this very moment, the sandwich monster came down from
the heavens to bestow hameroni and mayo among the
populace. Bacon bits fell, and the shoe tribe reigned supreme.

Just when everything seemed peaceful, one vengeful sock attacked the
shoe tribe's leader, and despite the shoes' best efforts, their leader fell in
defeat, nacho cheese dripped all over him, allowing the bacon bits to stick on him.

He plucked a large piece from between his hairy thighs and
slowly slipped it into his watering mouth. It tasted like old cheese, but he
really, really loves old cheese. Lucky him. He swished it around for a little,

to fully satisfy his craving. After 15 seconds, he swallows, and
he shudders, fully satisfied with the mouthful. He decides to provide
an extra finger to be inserted -- something that may not be fully desired,

but some experimentation was always welcome with them. "So, when
does the fun -really- begin?" came a snarky tone. "Whenever you

leave," was the reply. The VancouFFR crew wondered if it was possible
to make the night more memorable (without resorting to alcohol or sex)
but then quickly drew the conclusion that that wouldn't be possible unless

there were, at the bare minimum, 36 different flavours of lube and a generous serving
of guac. Salsa might be an acceptable substitute but why chance it? So the gang left on
an excellent quest to the supermarket to obtain a portion of the supplies. Unexpectedly, the

supermarket had none of the supplies, so he decided to forget about it and go to Tucker's
instead for 2 pitchers of flowering mango. Remembering he had a bet to fulfil, he downed the
2 pitchers in 10 minutes and tried his hardest not to vomit all that flowering mango goodness.

His attempts failed and a fusillade of bile spewed
from almost every orifice of his being. Much
to smartdude's chagrin, vomit cascaded down his spectacles.

The chunky vomit began to fill the room; all seemed lost for these heroes
when suddenly the great RV in the sky returned to save them all with
its powers to rip holes in reality and make it rain tons of Tim Hortons coffee.

With great excitement, the coffee enters the mouths of the people waiting with patience.
It looked like chocolate rain. The sugar followed, covering them from head to toe.
Milk followed, again covering them. The shower concluded with donuts covering their mouth,

and assorted sugary pastries bursting out of unsuspecting orifices. The entire group
was spent, but vowed to repeat the adventure -- if not top it -- next year. As for
the Boston Pizza staff, they were now baffled; next year, anime would not be welcome back.