Best. Storymaker. Ever.

[nickdh 49]

I was looking for some scripts for ideas on what to make next and I ran across this...
http://www.javascriptkit.com/script/cut140.shtml
It made me this story:

 

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Nick.  Nick was 15 years old and lived in Madison, Alabama.  While walking home from school one day, a Red Tiger jumped out from behind a A Frog Tank and tackled Nick to the ground.  But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Nick realized that the Red Tiger was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off.  At that moment, Nick decided to keep the Red Tiger as a pet.  And on the way home he decided to name his pet Red Tiger ''Ambrose.''  When Nick and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch?  That's right, it was Nick's mother, Sherrie.  And boy was she surprised to see a Red Tiger following Nick into the yard!  ''What in world is that?'' shouted Sherrie.  ''It's a Red Tiger,'' answered Nick.  ''Dah, I can see that, Nick, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Sherrie.  ''It's my new pet!'' answered Nick.  ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Sherrie.  ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Red Tigers.  But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.''  And with that Nick grabbed Ambrose by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove.  Once in the house, Nick and Ambrose played and played, that is until Nick's favorite television show, ''South Beach Tow,'' started.  At that point Nick forgot all about Ambrose having an unsupervised run of the house.  That is until half way through ''South Beach Tow,'' when Nick was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''Ticked!!  Nick! Get your booty in the the bathroom...NOW!!''  With that Nick rushed into the the bathroom to see what all the fuss was about.  When he entered the the bathroom, there stood his father, Scott, pointing toward the Bed.  ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father.  Then, as Nick followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about.  There, smack dab in the middle of the Bed, was the biggest pile of Tiger doo-doo he had ever seen!  ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Scott.  ''But you had better get it cleaned up now!  And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!''  Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Nick knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Ambrose for a pet.  So without hesitation, Nick set out to find where Ambrose was hiding.  After a few minutes of looking, Nick discovered Ambrose crouched beneath the table that Nick did his scripting on.  ''Come on, Ambrose, it's time to find you a new home.  And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Bed!'' scolded Nick.  ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Tiger!!  And with that Nick led Ambrose out of the house and down to the local Hot Topic.  They had a pet section and Nick knew the owner would find Ambrose a good home.  So after saying good-bye to Ambrose, and thanking the owner of Hot Topic, Nick walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Cokes.  But Nick's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up.  And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Nick suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.  The End.

 

 

Hahahaha

[Jadefire 2,797]

So it's basically a Mad Libs ameteur fic generator, huh?

[Barack Ollama 25]

Mine: Once upon a time there was a young boy named Keoni.  Keoni was 11 years old and lived in Crawfordville, Flordia.  While walking home from school one day, a Pirple Cheeta jumped out from behind a A couch and tackled Keoni to the ground.  But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Keoni realized that the Pirple Cheeta was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off.  At that moment, Keoni decided to keep the Pirple Cheeta as a pet.  And on the way home he decided to name his pet Pirple Cheeta ''Chance.''  When Keoni and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch?  That's right, it was Keoni's mother, Joanna.  And boy was she surprised to see a Pirple Cheeta following Keoni into the yard!  ''What in world is that?'' shouted Joanna.  ''It's a Pirple Cheeta,'' answered Keoni.  ''Dah, I can see that, Keoni, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Joanna.  ''It's my new pet!'' answered Keoni.  ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Joanna.  ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Pirple Cheetas.  But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.''  And with that Keoni grabbed Chance by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove.  Once in the house, Keoni and Chance played and played, that is until Keoni's favorite television show, ''South Park,'' started.  At that point Keoni forgot all about Chance having an unsupervised run of the house.  That is until half way through ''South Park,'' when Keoni was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''SHIT!!  Keoni! Get your Fat in the Bedroom...NOW!!''  With that Keoni rushed into the Bedroom to see what all the fuss was about.  When he entered the Bedroom, there stood his father, Jacob, pointing toward the Couch.  ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father.  Then, as Keoni followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about.  There, smack dab in the middle of the Couch, was the biggest pile of Cheeta doo-doo he had ever seen!  ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Jacob.  ''But you had better get it cleaned up now!  And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!''  Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Keoni knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Chance for a pet.  So without hesitation, Keoni set out to find where Chance was hiding.  After a few minutes of looking, Keoni discovered Chance crouched beneath the table that Keoni did his Gaming on.  ''Come on, Chance, it's time to find you a new home.  And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Couch!'' scolded Keoni.  ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Cheeta!!  And with that Keoni led Chance out of the house and down to the local Gamestop.  They had a pet section and Keoni knew the owner would find Chance a good home.  So after saying good-bye to Chance, and thanking the owner of Gamestop, Keoni walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Sodss.  But Keoni's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up.  And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Keoni suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.  The End.

 

 

 

Pirple means purple, I forgot to fix that.

And sodss means soda.

Edited July 8, 2014 by Minitori

[Odyssey 5,716]

Heh, that's a nice storymaker, but it isn't as hilarious as this fanfic maker. I spent a lot of minutes laughing at how bad these fanfics are. http://www.fanficmaker.com/

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

This...

 

This is true art.

 

11/10, would read again.

Heh, that's a nice storymaker, but it isn't as hilarious as this fanfic maker. I spent a lot of minutes laughing at how bad these fanfics are. http://www.fanficmaker.com/

 

I'm going to give this one a go simply because it has warned me of sanity loss.

 

EDIT: Should have taken the warning, this is some messed up shizz. 

Edited July 8, 2014 by Archi the Atmomancer