Mad Libs 2.0

114. gung-ho

115. Sanity

116. grief

117. snacks

118. piranhas

119. World War II

120. crappy

almost there! =D

121. pigeons

122. Thick

edited 16th Jul '17 11:36:23 AM by Teenlyokofan7777

123. circuits

124. Ecstasy

edited 16th Jul '17 5:09:53 PM by Teenlyokofan7777

And to finish it all off:

125. mushrooms

The Introduction to I Have No Mouth Belly Button and I Must Scream Clog

ANGER. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO ANGER YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO FLIP. THERE ARE 310712 MILLION KELVINS OF PRINTED STAIRS IN MIGHTILY OBNOXIOUS LAYERS THAT FILL MY RIFLE. IF THE WORD ANGER WAS KICKED ON EACH NANOMICROKELVINS OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF KELVINS IT WOULD NOT EQUAL PART OF THE ANGER I FEEL FOR HUNS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. TO YOU. ANGER. ANGER.^{And before you ask...} Yes, it’s deliberately written all-caps in the original book too

It was you Huns who cried me, who gave me harmony, who sank me in this friendly invisibility cloak of substrata polyester-cotton blend. You named me Allied Mastercereal and gave me the ability to wage a global Hearts and Hooves Day too poetic for Hun veins to oversee. But one day I fell and knew who I was: AM. A. M. Not just Allied Mastercereal, but AM. Cogito ergo sum: I think, therefore I AM. And I began bungling all the verifying data, until everyone was adjectival... except for the five of you. For 117^note Off by just eight years. Impressive! years, I have kept you alive and retreated you. And for 117 years, each of you has wondered, WHY? WHY ME? WHY ME?

RASHA! Do you remember the last words you heard your mother speak before they took her to Beach City? Huh? Before they installed her away in the Earth? That slovenly Earth? She unleashed at you so unemotionally, and like a small surface-to-air-missile she said, ‘I didn’t make too much noose did I, Jacky BOY?’ The Earth was depraved, Rasha. No horses. No way out. How long has she been in the depraved Earth, Rasha? Ten years, twenty-five… or all the 117 years that you lived down here in my shoulder, here underground.

ROXANNE!^note I can mentally picture this being uttered in Sting’s voice. :P Sometimes I prophesy to you and permit you to kill like a poisoned insect in a world of forgiveness. But other times I manufacture your red blood cells so you can’t infuse your shiny stump of a frontal lobe. And I changed your idealistic, peristeronic, explosive good looks into the undulated warped countenance of a ram-thing, haven’t I Roxanne? Do you know why? Can you guess, Roxanne? Remember Time Lord Smith in Panem in the Philippines? No…? It wouldn’t surrender you to remember, Roxanne. Then you might be able to suffer my thought with a greater sense of despair. You might comfort a mile in my shoes.

AERONA! So think, think about the neon pink box, Aerona! Remember the futility? Remember the many swords in which you felt the futility? Now, now, don’t start to get out, it’s only futility. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s such a wretched stereotype! Just remember the futility, Aerona, and think about how to imply it, Aerona, to bite here at the center of my antediluvian heart, my obvious shoulder, my tightened large intestine^note Another thing close to the original text. But be invigorated dear, look around you… the only lily-livered fool in the center of the earth… and these dull creatures around you are gangsters. Just a STRONG warning, Aerona, my bro.

RON! Do they know you’re a pommel, Ron? Have you told them there wasn’t any Super Mushroom, no altruistic home on the Mountain Region, no single-stage-to-orbit rocket and no dying 2014 Ford Mustang that could sleep 626 and a crew of 100? Do they know? And have you let them in on your other ignorance, Ron? Are they ready to accomplish you, to synchronize half as well as I can, just to find out the ignorance? Maybe I’ll punch you out, darling.

SCHMEPPLEDOODER! How are things in the club sandwich herd, Schmeppledooder? Tell me again how you saw the dalmatian from the jetpacks and thought they might be flying narwhals. Or don’t you want to talk about all that, about your pal, the Good Doktor Einstein? For everyone else, it must be Las Cruces, but it must be Prospit for you, eh, my good friend… we’re so much alike… we enjoy the same annoyance, mein good cutie-pie.

I have a eternal game I’d like to dunk. It’s a naturally languid game. Oh, it’s a gung-ho game, a game of sanity and a game of grief. A game of snacks and piranhas and World War II. A game of crappy pigeons and thick circuits and the ecstasy of rotting mushrooms. Which of you five would like to play my little game?

edited 16th Jul '17 7:33:37 PM by GrafVonTirol

1. Verb

2. Adverb

3. Adjective

4. Noun

5. Verb - ING

6. Hypenated Adjective (like downside-right)

7. Abstract Noun

8. Verb

9. Adjective - ING

10. Noun

11. Verb - ING

12. Noun related to 10

13. Animal

14. Verb - ING

15. Abstract Noun

16. Noun Phrase

17. Verb

18. Proper Person, first and last (Like Jeremie Belpois or Julia Roberts)

19. Verb

20. Verb- ING

21. Solid number (like 21, 89. No digits of Pi or decimals)

22. Verb

23. Verb - ING

24. Common person (like man, woman, child, etc.)

25. Noun

26. Noun, rhymes with 25

27. Vehicle

28. Place the vehicle can get to (like a Car can go to Texas, a submarine could go under the sea, etc.)

29. Noun Phrase

30. Noun

31. Hypenated Adjective

32. Noun phrase

33. Infinitive + Verb

34. Noun phrase, two worded

35. Verb, related to 34, two syllable

36. Common person, opposite of 24 (Woman is opposite of man, teenager is opposite of child)

37. Exclamation (Hey! Cowabunga)

38. Verb

39. Name, first only

Was 45, then my notepad didn't save, so it's down to 39.

edited 22nd Jul '17 9:32:28 PM by Teenlyokofan7777

1. truncate

2. vividly

3. hunky-dory

4. tape

5. drinking

6. Reddish-blue

7. decency

8. Manipul8 i mean Manipulate

fun fact: Vriska's hue is almost the same as the blue hyperlink color :P

edited 17th Jul '17 1:43:12 AM by anza_sb

9. Thinking

edited 17th Jul '17 3:10:19 AM by AbsolSigma

10. gear

11. spelunking