- These are all stories that have been formed in the livestream. These were created in collaborated efforts between many different people in and out of the livestream. I write one line, livestream writes 2-3 lines, each person being able to call out the next line. It's a lot of fun to do when narrations are finished, and may become the new thing I do (possibly replacing Omegle).
- Livestream: 11/29/12
- >Day Cashews in Equestria.
- >You walk into the bar, ready to pick a fight, grab a beer, or get a mare. Maybe multiple.
- >A bowl on the counter grabs your attention.
- >You walk over to it, peering inside.
- >Inside is a large amount of... WALNUTS?!
- >BLASPHEMY!
- >You remember being raped as a child by your priest.
- >You grab the bowl and throw it to the wall, causing a loud crashing sound as the bowl shatters.
- >You point an accusing finger into the barpony’s face and exclaim
- “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE CASHEWS?!”
- >He looks at you with the weirdest expression. “Cashews? What’re those?”
- >You’re gonna flip your shit.
- >You’re gonna do it.
- >You run over and grab the bar, pulling with all your might.
- >The bar slowly lifts up, your fingers jamming into the weak wood, before you pick it up over your head, sending it flying behind you.
- “WHAT. ARE. CASHEWS?!”
- >Slowly you approach the barpony, tower over him, and violently rear your foot up, ramming it into his sheath.
- >He doubles over in pain, before you storm out and back to your house. You weren’t even in the mood for a drink at this point.
- >The next day
- >A knock at your door
- >It’s Fluttershy
- >And she’s in a giant suit
- >A giant… nut suit?
- >”H-hey Anon… I saw you in the bar yesterday and you seemed pretty mad, so…”
- >You’re silent
- >Staring at the suit
- >”I was just wondering… are cashews your fetish?”
- >You look down at the pony, silent.
- “Yes.”
- >You grab her and drag her inside, before the two of you proceed to rut the everliving fuck out of each other.
- >Today you busted a nut.
- Livestream: 12/13/12
- >Day IT’S HAPPENING in Equestria.
- >Tom Fiddle sits down to write a riddle beside you.
- “Hey, wait a minute; wasn’t I the only human?”
- >Fuck you, Anonymous. Livestream runs this shit.
- “Goddamnit.”
- >You look over to the other human writing, and peer over his shoulder.
- “What’re ya writing?”
- >He’s silent, but you can read what he’s writing.
- >”Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,”
- >”Hitler was a casualty, and so are Jews.”
- >He takes a sip from his bottle of “Hitler Did Nothing Wrong” soda.
- >Shouldn’t he be drinking Miro?
- >No, because he needs a STRELNIKOV!
- >An angry red pony stomps up to the two of you
- >And it might be intimidating if he were the size of a real pony, and not a Labrador retriever.
- >”Granny Smith sends her regards,” he says, before pulling a revolver out and holding it in his mouth.
- >”Y mame if imigo nontoya! Oo kill my fatha! Pwepah to die!”
- >It would have been more understandable without the gun in his mouth.
- >You only have one option left.
- >DANCE!
- >And then your reenacted the dongcopter pirate dance.
- >Fluttershy trots up next to you, wearing a British Naval Commander’s jacket
- >”This sketch is much too silly.”
- >And the scene changed.
- >”So, are livestream collaborations your fetish?”
- >Anon looked dramatically at Fluttershy.
- “No.”
- >She sinks a bit, tears welling up in her eyes.
- “Dubs are my fetish.”
- >You look over to the top right, and they are, in fact, singles.
- >Nice try, Fluttershy.
- >Today was a group effort.
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