In this game, each person works together to create a story by contributing one sentence at a time.

Rules
-You may write one and no more than one sentence per post.
-No double posting. That's not fair!
-Try to somehow play off the previous poster's sentence to make things somewhat coherent...
-Repost only the paragraph you are adding on to (rather than the entire story up to that point), with your sentence bolded.
-Have fun! This isn't supposed to be serious.

Now that the rules are out of the way, I will begin...

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem.

You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.

"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.
Then the purple dragon went to go see the doctor, and was taken to the ER so they could remove the diseases, but the doctor revealed himself before the surgery as one of the pickle jar opening monkeys who survived and was seeking revenge on the dragon.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.
Then the purple dragon went to go see the doctor, and was taken to the ER so they could remove the diseases, but the doctor revealed himself before the surgery as one of the pickle jar opening monkeys who survived and was seeking revenge on the dragon.
The dragon grew very suspicious when he noticed his doctor had a tail, so he decided to test him, by shooting a purple fireball at the monkey's feet to see how he'd react.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.
Then the purple dragon went to go see the doctor, and was taken to the ER so they could remove the diseases, but the doctor revealed himself before the surgery as one of the pickle jar opening monkeys who survived and was seeking revenge on the dragon.
The dragon grew very suspicious when he noticed his doctor had a tail, so he decided to test him, by shooting a purple fireball at the monkey's feet to see how he'd react. Of course the monkey jumped up and grabbed onto the nearest object acting like the sissy little coward that he was.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.
Then the purple dragon went to go see the doctor, and was taken to the ER so they could remove the diseases, but the doctor revealed himself before the surgery as one of the pickle jar opening monkeys who survived and was seeking revenge on the dragon.
The dragon grew very suspicious when he noticed his doctor had a tail, so he decided to test him, by shooting a purple fireball at the monkey's feet to see how he'd react. Of course the monkey jumped up and grabbed onto the nearest object acting like the sissy little coward that he was.
The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor.

In a kingdom long, long ago, there lived a rather large purple dragon that had a bit of a problem. You see, this purple dragon had a love of pickles, but he could never open the pickle jar with his dreadfully immense hands. One day he hired a trained monkey to open the pickle jars for him. The monkey, however, felt that he was made for bigger things, and organized a revolt with the other pickle-jar-opening-monkies. They climbed to the highest tower to picket against the purple dragon, and threatened him.
"No pickles without compensation!" the leader monkey screamed at the top of his lungs, his primatal rage empowering the surrounding angry mob. The dragon got very angry of this strike, and decided to eat them all, but realized he was a vegetarian. So he killed the vegetarian half of himself and ate all of the monkeys. Unfortunatly a few days afterwards he remembered he'd bought some of the monkeys of one of those third-world dealers and soon found himself terribly sick with three different and obscure tropical dieseases found on pickle jar opening monkeys.
Then the purple dragon went to go see the doctor, and was taken to the ER so they could remove the diseases, but the doctor revealed himself before the surgery as one of the pickle jar opening monkeys who survived and was seeking revenge on the dragon.
The dragon grew very suspicious when he noticed his doctor had a tail, so he decided to test him, by shooting a purple fireball at the monkey's feet to see how he'd react. Of course the monkey jumped up and grabbed onto the nearest object acting like the sissy little coward that he was.
The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them.

((new rule for organization purposes! only repost the paragraph you are adding on to, rather than the entire story up to that point))

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole.

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole. After that, he got a stomachache, but remembered his previous problems with the hospital.

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole. After that, he got a stomachache, but remembered his previous problems with the hospital. So he called upon his good friend Larry who knew the ways of a doctor and could cure him.

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole. After that, he got a stomachache, but remembered his previous problems with the hospital. So he called upon his good friend Larry who knew the ways of a doctor and could cure him. "Hang on, I know the perfect cure," said Larry, "You just need to crush up a black widow into a syringe and shoot up on it, and don't worry, their poisin doesn't affect dragons I've found out."

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole. After that, he got a stomachache, but remembered his previous problems with the hospital. So he called upon his good friend Larry who knew the ways of a doctor and could cure him. "Hang on, I know the perfect cure," said Larry, "You just need to crush up a black widow into a syringe and shoot up on it, and don't worry, their poisin doesn't affect dragons I've found out." The dragon then remembered that Larry was a duck, and that you shouldn't listen to the medical advice of quacks.

(lol, nice one.)

The real doctor suddenly walked in, obviously angry at both of them, and kicked the dragon out of the hospital (with a box of band-aids as consulation), while the security officers arrested the monkey for impersonating a doctor. With nothing but a box of band-aids, the dragon made his was back to his cave where, try as he might, he could not open the wrapping on the band-aids, nor was he entirely sure what he was supposed to do with them. As was the purple dragon's philosophy with handling things he didn't know what to do with, he simply shrugged and ate the box whole. After that, he got a stomachache, but remembered his previous problems with the hospital. So he called upon his good friend Larry who knew the ways of a doctor and could cure him. "Hang on, I know the perfect cure," said Larry, "You just need to crush up a black widow into a syringe and shoot up on it, and don't worry, their poisin doesn't affect dragons I've found out." The dragon then remembered that Larry was a duck, and that you shouldn't listen to the medical advice of quacks.
By now the dragon (let's give him a name, how about Rob?)-- Anyway, Rob suddenly had a sharp stomach pain, feeling very sick now, and as he grabbed his mouth and his scales turned green, he rushed to the toilet, returning 5 minutes later feeling much, much better.

By now the dragon (let's give him a name, how about Rob?)-- Anyway, Rob suddenly had a sharp stomach pain, feeling very sick now, and as he grabbed his mouth and his scales turned green, he rushed to the toilet, returning 5 minutes later feeling much, much better. "What is the matter?" asked Larry, who appeared to not even show a slight compassion on his dear friend.

By now the dragon (let's give him a name, how about Rob?)-- Anyway, Rob suddenly had a sharp stomach pain, feeling very sick now, and as he grabbed his mouth and his scales turned green, he rushed to the toilet, returning 5 minutes later feeling much, much better. "What is the matter?" asked Larry, who appeared to not even show a slight compassion on his dear friend. Deciding not to offend his duck-billed friend, Rob lied, saying "Thanks for the tip earlier, I just got back from injecting the Black Widow, and I'm feeling great now!"

By now the dragon (let's give him a name, how about Rob?)-- Anyway, Rob suddenly had a sharp stomach pain, feeling very sick now, and as he grabbed his mouth and his scales turned green, he rushed to the toilet, returning 5 minutes later feeling much, much better. "What is the matter?" asked Larry, who appeared to not even show a slight compassion on his dear friend. Deciding not to offend his duck-billed friend, Rob lied, saying "Thanks for the tip earlier, I just got back from injecting the Black Widow, and I'm feeling great now!"

"How could you? After you hung up I realized you didn't have any syringes so I brought you one." Larry said holding out the new syringe.

(That was more than two sentences... But I guess dialouge shouldn't count. BTW, fixed your comma.)

"How could you? After you hung up I realized you didn't have any syringes so I brought you one," Larry said holding out the new syringe.

Thinking fast, Rob stuttered, "I--er... I rushed down to the nearest medical shop and bought one before you arrived."

"How could you? After you hung up I realized you didn't have any syringes so I brought you one," Larry said holding out the new syringe. Thinking fast, Rob stuttered, "I--er... I rushed down to the nearest medical shop and bought one before you arrived." A monkey from Africa who opened mayonaise jars flew in at that very moment saying, "YOU ATE MY COUSINS, THE PICKLE JAR OPENING MONKEYS!", and it smacked Larry out and cackled at the defendless and hopeless dragon.

(Wow, that was random. ._. )

"How could you? After you hung up I realized you didn't have any syringes so I brought you one," Larry said holding out the new syringe. Thinking fast, Rob stuttered, "I--er... I rushed down to the nearest medical shop and bought one before you arrived." A monkey from Africa who opened mayonaise jars flew in at that very moment saying, "YOU ATE MY COUSINS, THE PICKLE JAR OPENING MONKEYS!", and it smacked Larry out and cackled at the defenseless and hopeless dragon.
Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail.

(Sorry Draxus. Dialouge is my arch enemy.)

"How could you? After you hung up I realized you didn't have any syringes so I brought you one," Larry said holding out the new syringe. Thinking fast, Rob stuttered, "I--er... I rushed down to the nearest medical shop and bought one before you arrived." A monkey from Africa who opened mayonaise jars flew in at that very moment saying, "YOU ATE MY COUSINS, THE PICKLE JAR OPENING MONKEYS!", and it smacked Larry out and cackled at the defenseless and hopeless dragon.
Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail. The monkey then gave a whistle and around the dragon thousands of mayonaise jar opening monkeys surrounded him with pitchforks and torches and sinister bananas they were throwing at him, and though they were high in potassium they hurt when they hit.

Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail. The monkey then gave a whistle and around the dragon thousands of mayonaise jar opening monkeys surrounded him with pitchforks and torches and sinister bananas they were throwing at him, and though they were high in potassium they hurt when they hit. Rob, becoming quite distraught, did the only thing he could do at this point--he temporarily poofed himself out of existance in a cloud of lavendar smoke.

Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail. The monkey then gave a whistle and around the dragon thousands of mayonaise jar opening monkeys surrounded him with pitchforks and torches and sinister bananas they were throwing at him, and though they were high in potassium they hurt when they hit. Rob, becoming quite distraught, did the only thing he could do at this point--he temporarily poofed himself out of existance in a cloud of lavendar smoke.
Soon, with another poof of dark-purple smoke, he reappeared high out-of-sight above the swarm of monkeys, thankful he could fly.

Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail. The monkey then gave a whistle and around the dragon thousands of mayonaise jar opening monkeys surrounded him with pitchforks and torches and sinister bananas they were throwing at him, and though they were high in potassium they hurt when they hit. Rob, becoming quite distraught, did the only thing he could do at this point--he temporarily poofed himself out of existance in a cloud of lavendar smoke.
Soon, with another poof of dark-purple smoke, he reappeared high out-of-sight above the swarm of monkeys, thankful he could fly. Thankful, that is, until he saw the monkeys gulp some potions down and start to sprout wings.

Wait a minute, realizing that he actually wasn't defenseless, Rob spun around, smacking the monkey against the wall with his tail. The monkey then gave a whistle and around the dragon thousands of mayonaise jar opening monkeys surrounded him with pitchforks and torches and sinister bananas they were throwing at him, and though they were high in potassium they hurt when they hit. Rob, becoming quite distraught, did the only thing he could do at this point--he temporarily poofed himself out of existance in a cloud of lavendar smoke.
Soon, with another poof of dark-purple smoke, he reappeared high out-of-sight above the swarm of monkeys, thankful he could fly. Thankful, that is, until he saw the monkeys gulp some potions down and start to sprout wings.
"Crap..." he thought, deciding now would be the time to cast his spell that would turn everything pixelated and 8-bit.