One Sentance Story

[Mae]

Yep, we're going there.

It's simple: type a sentance to add on to the sentance that went before, to make an amusing and hopefully coherent story.

I'll start:

There once was a man named Barnaby, and Barnaby liked to dream.

[Duthguy]

Unfortunately he had been cursed by a witch and as a result became unable to sleep.

[Mae]

Barnaby really hated not being able to sleep, so he took to drinking excessive amounts of coffee.

[Little Bill]

As a result, he was known to shake uncontrollably, which he hid with layers of unseasonable winter clothes.

[Duthguy]

Because he always wore winter clothes and was shaking everyone who met him thought he was sick.

[Cyndyr]

He wasn't sick physically, but he had wondered if something mentally had begun to grow.

[Little Bill]

Today was his first day of his new job, though wetwork was a field he had no prior expertise in.

[Mae]

His uncle Douglas was really just a swell guy for setting him up with it, reall,y since he hadn't had a job for a while now, due to everyone believing he was contagious.

[Cyndyr]

Despite this, however, he wasn't sure how much he actually liked his Uncle Douglas.

[Eklispe]

His uncle was nice to give him the job but Barnaby had a sneaking suspicious he was being underpaid, his uncle always had been a bit of a cheapskate.

[Mae]

Still, beggars can't be choosers, and his first hitjob was a "Mr Mustermann" who lived up in the rich part of town - uh oh.

[Witch Cat]

But secretly, Mustermann was a kind old man who turned sour after his wife died, if only someone could help him lighten up a bit.

[Duthguy]

Ofcourse Barnaby didn't know that, not that it really mattered as he already accepted the job and needed the money.

[Eklispe]

So with a sword and his trusty coffee cup, he began walking to Mustermann's house.

[Witch Cat]

But then, a worried passerby called the police and reported a man armed with a sword.

[Duthguy]

Luckily Barnaby had all the required paperwork to own a sword, so he got off with just a fine for carrying it in public, still he needed a different murderweapon.

[Witch Cat]

But then a shadowy figure appeared infront of him, promising him a prize in exchange for his sword.

[Little Bill]

Barnaby declined, cleaving the man in two with a flourish of his majestic katana.

[Witch Cat]

Suddenly, the man turned to dust, and was replaced with a sharper and more badass sword!

[Duthguy]

Unknown to Barnaby this sword was cursed as well, whoever weld it would become unable to handle hot liquids of any kind.