This is a simple game where one writes down a sentence no more or no less than 10 words and the next person continues the 'story' of the person above with his/her own 10 word sentence. For example:

Yup. So this is how the game goes. Technically, a word in this game means a grouop of alphabets that begin and end with a space. I'll start off with the first sentence.

Sentence:
Given hope, she was dashing down the streets like a

little butterfly and made her way through the crowd of

large men who appeared to be waiting for

a crazy robot to take them to a field of

cherries. Suddenly the men waiting for the robot stopped and

looked at the girl as the girl farted VERY loudly.

(The girl that was at the beggining)

( XD Cute)

One of them rushed at her with a rusted spoon

and jabbed her in the side with it, while smirking

at their very half arsed effort. Realizing what a dud

the brain of the girl was, they stopped and decided

the girl's fart smelled far to terrible to stay, so

they flew away riding on a squirrel. Meanwhile, the girl

started to dance like some kind of insane crab demon.

She was not some insane crab demon, but she was

a crazed dinosaur wannabe who wanted nothing more than to

hump fire hydrants and eat gummy bears every day, so

she farted (again) but this time there was a candle

that said to her, "You are going to burn yourself

she farted before he finished, the gas catching on fire

and burning her butt off. Sadly, she had to go

get a penny unglued from the ground to give to

a hurrying young man who had coincidentally also burnt his

hair with a freakin' match that he stole from a

screaming bunny who wanted to take over the world. If

it was not for Buzz Lightyear who was passing by

on his way to get his hair fixed, the man

might have barbequed a hamster. As it was, he would

have stepped in a puddle of Jell-O if it weren't

for the giant pickles saving him from certain doom. So

he went to live with his mother. Who really liked

to glue alarm clocks to the ceiling while she

jumped up and down in the bed, touching pictures of

some random guy whom she had been stalking for ten

Years wanting to touch his wavey hair and massage his

sweaty back. She'd pay big money just to do that.

Like a million dollars. Anyways, she deided to go to

the store to get some flashy light bulbs that sparkled.

But it turned out that all of them were broken.

She burst into tears, so the cashier offered her some

red creme soda while she hurriedly consoled the weeping girl