As was all but inevitable, entropy won and the previous One Sentence Story Game lost all narrative cohesion and devolved into unsalvageable chaos.
I’d like to try it again. Fresh start. Hopefully this time we’ll last a little longer. Maybe even reach a reasonable ending? Something to shoot for, anyway.
Here’s how it works:
The time of the Golden One’s prophecy of Earth Vs. Soup was nigh, and soon the call would go out for the heroes who would face the ultimate battle of soup or man.
At first, much like the ancient Peloponnesian Wars, there were few outright battles because it’s hard for a bowl of soup and a man to fight on a level playing field.
The soup began a slow boil, rumbling with thought within its hellish cauldron, thoughts bubbling up to release their pungent fragrance upon an unexpecting world, a brain of vegetable evil within a tomato stock.
Okay, so mine’s not very original, since I had a random thought about Japanese folktales lately. It’s called: Every Japanese Folktales Starting with Old Couple Ever. clears throat
Once upon a time, there lived old couple; old man weed, and old lady laundry.
Chocolate Jones was down on his luck, waiting in line at the soup kitchen, when he smelled a smell he had not smelled since his ill fated expedition to The Temple of Funk.
Sensing the imminent danger facing the world, Chocolate sprang into action, hailing the first cab he could find, pleading with the driver, “Won’t you take me down to Funkytown?”.