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mightyutuvan:
  Korg examined the window frame again.  He was at a loss how a mark 3 security screen could have been circumvented without setting off the alarms.  "This damn mudball." he muttered.  It was always something with these natives.  The ones on this damp, rocky island he had been assigned to seemed particularly clever at mischief making.  His Baldarian War Hog , Mesojo, had left him a colorful diarama in the library.  Something had gotten in last night but what?  Korg noticed a glint of metal behind the door.  He moved the door to reveal a mangled green hat with a blood spattered silver buckle.  Korg exploded in a full belly laugh.  He recalled this particular human story.  Mesojo , Jo for short, had eaten one of those little bastards and paid the price.  He chuckled "Oh, so thats why Jo's poop had those colors in it." 

P.S. If I may suggest a writing prompt "Hell had frozen over and I didn't know how to ice skate."

Gritti:
Thanks mightyutuvan for understanding my poorly explained game.  Remember everyone writes a short 200 or so word story using the previous poster's story prompt as your last line.  So here goes....

As I crossed the endless wasteland of the Crimson Desert I realized something.  After almost four hundred years of existing in the miserable place there was one sensation I hadn't felt; cold.  I was cold, but how could that be?  Lilith had introduced me to the blinding searing cold of liquid nitrogen during my first fifty years or so, but this made me remember how it used to feel in the fall in Montana.  The only thing I could think of to do was to summon the closest thing to a friend I knew here; Saburo.  The former samurai turned demon was as decent and honest as he had been in life which meant that you were safe as long as he didn't count you as one his enemies.  I gathered some of the red sand in my hands and brought it close to my lips to whisper my message.  Then I slowly let it fall through my fingers and the wind took it.  I kept heading in my original direction.  Knowing when Saburo got my message he'd find me I began to sprint towards the mountain range.  If there's one thing you learn when you live in the underworld it's to run fast and I do mean fast.  It's either that or get disemboweled every other day.  I covered about twenty miles is less than three minutes, and when I reached the mountains I stood there frozen.  Ice?  Friggin ice was covering the mountain from the base and was still working its way up.  It was also spreading out onto the empty land.  I heard the air around me start to crackle and turned just in time to see the sword sporting demon samurai step from the disturbance and take in the scene before him.  I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression, but what shocked me was what occurred to me when I'd first seen the ice;  Hell had frozen over and I didn't know how to ice skate.

Gritti:
Alright you sick-o's here's the Halloween Eve's writing prompt from me to you....

He cackled loudly as he jammed to techno and cut the heads off the zombie cats with his weed whacker.  "Damn I love this holiday!"  He shouted.

mightyutuvan:
cool story Gritti!  I especially liked the whispering to the sand trick.  Gotta let this one brew for bit.

shades of grey:
after a long night in the accident and emergency bob and jan were exhausted.  never had any of their children given them so much concern, even when they had to rush their son in for what was now entitled "the spaghetti incident".  bob paced up and down the corridor, pausing every so often to glance at the still figure on the bed, so pale he could hardly tell where jo finished and the crisp white sheets began.  jan sat with amy curled beside her, almost as pale as her daughter wired up within.  the doctors had given jo all the tests and cameras imaginable, completely at a loss as to her condition.  he returned to his incomplete family, was about to lean his head on his sleeping wifes arm, when he saw a bright yellow tub nestled snugly in his daughters bag.  curious he reached down and lifted the offending article, reading the legend slowly as if deciphering a foreign language.  "Play-do"
"Oh, so thats why jos poop had all those colours in it."

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