Cuddlepile Extension -- Let the (Drinking) Games Begin!

Pit Stop: end of chapter seven

Okay. Earl is participating but can't send any messages to us; Crack and I are still in. Enk had to back out. Our sanities are rapidly fading. Crack says that this is worse than My Immortal, and I believe her.

I've switched to alternating tea with bites of Cheerios. We're only drinking at authorial EpicFails and the dreaded "Blood Bananas", and I still doubt we'll survive the whole thing.

So far: nuclear bombs scratching paintwork, a five-person 'sevensome', "Air Force Won", and Christ alone knows what else. Also, the page quote for With Catlike Tread. That had me cheering for how awesomely incredibly bad it was. We've given up trying to figure out the plot. Good God. Pray for our survivals.

My dramatic reading of chapter one. It's not perfect(it took multiple tries to get right), and I'm not very good at reading a whole chapter in one go, but here you go.

edited 12th Mar '11 11:27:06 AM by MrW

Pit stop: chapter fifteen. Pirates and "cuming" ghosts and a truly epic fail when it comes to sex and...

You know what, I'm not going to document all of what happens. Also, Crack and I have a new favorite battlecry: I MUST FASTER!

So far, I've been through two and a half mugs of tea and God alone knows how much Cheerios. My sanity may have been permanently marked. Oh Christ, this fic is awful. It's an abomination to all that's good and holy in this world.

Sorry Sabre, my internet crashed

Right, picked up your PM. Tell me when you can get MSN loaded again?

Totally worth doing again:

Enjoy your literature!

Chapter twenty-two. This has been our response.◊

There are no words to describe the amount of fail that is in this story. None at all. The author's notes reveal that the author's "girlfriend", "Christie", has apparently stopped communicating with him after reading this. Smart girl.

My stomach is starting to hurt. Still...I MUST FASTER!

20 chapters left.

WE MUST FASTER!

Mission ended. Total consumption: uncounted handfuls of Cheerios, four mugs of tea—by the mid-twenties or so. I forgot. Somewhere around that point we gave up taking shots and struggled to get through the whole thing. This fic is baaaaaad.

I'm thinking about posting especially choice bits of our conversation sometime. By the end of it the author had raped three languages, countless pieces of media and pop culture, Shakespeare, chemistry, nuclear physics, history, the whole of Britain, and our minds. He also started adding sex scenes that were mind-bendingly terrible near the end, admitted he had no idea what was happening with his story, started confusing his characters' traits with each other...

In summary, do not go near this fic. Don't touch it with a ten-foot pole. The first ten or fifteen chapters might induce laughter, but past that point it's just undiluted awful. It's no surprise that goodtimesfreegrog saw the first few chapters and decided Screw This, I'm Outta Here. I can't blame him.

So, with a So Bad, It's Good phrase from the first few chapters: I MUST FASTER!

edited 12th Mar '11 3:27:41 PM by SabresEdge

So... Since my sanity is fairly stable now...

I'M GOING TO DO ANOTHER DRINKING GAME!

I might join this time some restrictions apply, void where prohibited, offer not available if I have to use a voice chat thingy

Text chat it is, then. Sometime during the week, probably...you want to handle organization and planning, Crack?

Oh god, not again...

Pah. Bored.

Drinking game HERE I COME!

So, what platform of communication are we using?

Aight. Can't participate, weekend's booked.

Well, I seem to have wasted too much time. So I can't take part. HOWEVER, when is everyone free?

Well, Spring Break's next week for me, so yeah.

Hello again.

   It's time now.   

For what abomination whilst our digestive systems die in service to this day?

Oh aye. Set a schedule and a story, Crackie, for we are ready.

Doing the Forbiden Fruit drinking game. I've already sporked this fanfic, so have an idea of how bad it is.

This one is open! Was aiming at doing it at roughly 8pm British Time via MSN, with regular updates here.

Hmm...not sure if the family has anything planned for 12PM (local). Will advise.

I never posted here?!