Create-A-Story

[Sin Aura]

I Checked out the forum, and none of these existed. So I made up one of my own.

Ok, the rules are simple, there is no flaming and you can write whatever you please, as long as it relates to Eternal Sonata. You can go far from the story, just make it ralatable(is that a word?). Oh, I almost forgot, you can bring back dead characters, just have a reason, and make it goofy if you want!

I'll start it off!

Beat was in Ritardando Sewers and all of a sudden....

-continue from here

[TigerC10]

A giant rat appeared! The rat...

[x_Bubble tea_o]

Had a mop in one hand, which he used to...

[Lobster]

defile his mother's courtyard.

And it was an odd day that young man had woken to, peculiar some would say. There was an aura in the air, an aura he couldn't quite locate but acknowledged it's presence.

And it was upon this day that the young man was to make an important decision.

It was the decision of the ages; one that he had been contemplating and dreading to make since the closure of last fall; Boo Berries or Franken Berries?

Two very similar brands of cereal, two allied partners, alike in style and nobility, yet each in a different legion completely of their own individualities and convictions. Two smooth, fruitful satisfactions that were, in all simplicity, the ultimate highlight of his post-summer life. Despite this, it was a decision he was never, in the history of this long-running trite tradition, prepared to make. And yet...

[Winter Wind]

Oh, wow. You overdid it, Lobster.
O.o
I didn't even understand half of what you wrote!!!

[Lobster]

... said the young boy.

Flabbergasted by the onslaught from the diseased Lobster, he backed into a corner. Terrified by this Lobster, this terrible, terrible Lobster, he cried. Manly tears he wept, some that could revive the Princess Eggplant.

The holy eggplant, forbidden in many parts of Africa and Asia where it is located. The Princess Eggplant. Some say...

[Winter Wind]

that the eggplant is actually a tomato....... and that Lobster is a totumfacki...
O.o

[Lobster]

Totumfaki.

Some call it a peculiar Brazilian mushroom.
Some say it's a type of laundry basket sewn from wicker and decayed grass.

Regardless, the Totumfaki, despite it's sheer brilliance and glory, was something the young man needed not concern himself with.

So he dismissed it.
And dismissed it was.

Rather, he focused upon...

[Winter Wind]

A girl name qwerty whom he liked. He came up to her for her just to say,"Totumfacki.....the meaning of the word..... It was Polish!!!! for.... servant....."

[Lobster]

This girl, Qwerty...

She reached for her heart, taken back by this young man and his complete being, but realized shortly after that she could not break through her skin nor her ribcage to grab her heart, so simply put her hand over her mouth instead.

"Speak... Speak those words again!" she demanded.

The moon shone brightly.
But little did the young man and woman notice that the moon was full, and the Dark Hour would soon be upon them...