[JustServedEmpanadas]

Game. Here is the sub where I found this.

Basically from what I've gathered, the OP (das me) writes the first paragraph to a story but leaves it vague enough for people to have their own idea for the next thing that will happen in the story. The next person writes a paragraph to the story. We've done similar things before. 

As OP, I will probably end a story after a while and start up another one. As seen in the PTP sub, a story can be fun or serious. I will alternate between the two every time I end a story. 

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This story is fun, you can add stupid things in as you please. 

I never knew anyone as well as I knew Traynesha. She gave you the sense that she was always with you, even when she wasn't there physically. Her always-smiley attitude, her wavy black hair crackling in the autumn sunset, her unquenchable desire for big black cock; she was truly a role model and you could tell she was one of grace and mystery. But one night, everything changed. One night I was sitting in my room, sending dick pics to solid 4/10 girls in my class. My mother gently knocked on the door, and from outside the door with the light voice of hers, she said...

[Dr. Stuff]

"Hey Jerome! Your girlfriend went missing and also some guy is dead in a way that science can't yet explain!"
"Where'd she go?" I asked.
"Nigga she went missing, how the fuck should I know? Now take some goddamn health potions and get the fuck outta my house.

As I walked out the door I could hear my mother moaning violently, but paid no mind. I was off on a quest surely to be filled with racist stereotypes and cringeworthy jokes. I first went to my friend's house to ask him to join my party.

[The Al Gore Hippie]

When I reached my friends house the first thing I noticed was the phallic looking bushes. They had always been there and will most likely endure any hardship to come, but they were so shockingly penis like that each time you saw them it felt like the first. I knocked on the door for quite a while until a stocky, balding toddler answered.

[JustServedEmpanadas]

I looked at this toddler confused. A toddler shouldn't be so large, or balding. Suddenly, a large hiss and a fart flooded the air, followed by a stench of rotten eggs and shit. "God, fuck you!" I said, "couldn't shit into the toilet but instead had to fucking shit yourself next to me?" The shit in his diaper seeped out of his diaper and slopped onto the floor next to him. "Disgusting." I said. Finally, my friend Penis came out. "Sorry Jerome," Penis said, "this baby is my little brother. We fucked around with some shit and now this happened. I don't know. What's up?"

[Joe]

"I'm enjoying this disgusting mess your brother left all over the house. It must have been some fucked up shit cuz I can't remember the last time there was this much fecal matter," I responded as a steadily rising tide of unmentionable fluids began to soak through my socks. "I just wanted to stop by for a bit, maybe get high a little, and talk to you about my latest book. It's called Rainfall Oak Gooks and tells the story of three teenagers who discover themselves at a private school, through the perspective of Miles Halter, a new arrival who was nicknamed pudge becaue he was tall and skinny. Pudge and his friends Alaska and Chief go on many misadventures involving drugs and romantic undertones. You can buy it on my website grohnjeenbooks.com for only $9.99, plus tax and shipping."

expert mode: only read the last paragraph

[The Al Gore Hippie]

"Well that's all well and good," he said annoyed at my shameless self promotion, "But how does that involve me here?" 
"I came here because I need your help," I replied, "You see, I just found out that my girlfriend went missing and some guy is dead in a way that science can't explain yet.  You're the only person I could go to, considering you're my only friend weird enough to have dealt with this situation before.  Here, I brought you this as a show of good faith."  
Reaching into my pocket, I produced a rolled up piece of paper.  I held it up in front of him and sensually unrolled it, revealing the contents of the scroll.  It was macaroni art, some of my best work.  The macaroni art was intricately done in the likeness of Jim Carey, carefully crafted using over fifty different types of Walmart macaroni.