A community written story

[loracsilver]

this is different from three word story. In this, you can write as much as you want, as long as you follow certain rules:
1: You can't undo someone else's contribution. Add to the story, not remove.
2: Try to allow two posters before you post again.
3: Feel free to be as weird, creative, and utterly f-ed up as only Off topic can be.

I shall start:

So there I was, sitting in my office. Okay, so my office was a back room of The Crater Bar. I was a private detective. I may be human, and I may not care for the other races, heck, I don't like humans either, but I'll take any clients. My name is Leevoth Reevoth. Always hated my parents for naming me that. I've a hard life. I had 4 slugs in me. One was lead, the others were bourbon. All of sudden, this dame comes in. She was a Castithan. Long legs, well stacked, and an attitude to match. Seems she had a problem....

[Midnight Thirteen]

With driftwood it was her obsession to make idols and sell them on the coastal shores in hopes to enslave neanderthal pygmies. I looked into her eyes she had a deep sultry and deadly look about them. It made me start to think what she was doing with those pygmies...was it horrible, was it delightful. Somehow deep down inside I secretly wanted to become her pygmy slave.

[hey u]

What's up with our waitress on our order? We have been sitting here for what seems like internity. Maybe I will hire a detective and only if I'm lucky will I get **** Tracy? Now thinking after all these years how Martha Stewart is now and if she learned her lesson? I got seven wives How many you got? Someday I have to tell you the facts of life... He talks about an evil thing for shooting a GOAT?