GAME: add a sentence, make a story.

Colleges and Universities A-Z Princeton University
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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

<p>The entry was innocent enough; Sally crawled through the palace vents to avoid the AK-47 wielding men.</p>

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<p>{palace vents = nice Mission:Impossible twist, hobbes}</p>

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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

<p>The entry was innocent enough; Sally crawled through the palace vents to avoid the AK-47 wielding men. Just as she was about to climb down, a nail ripped the sleeve of her shirt {ilcapo? :D}, making a low but shrill sound which must have alerted one of the guards.</p>

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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

<p>The entry was innocent enough; Sally crawled through the palace vents to avoid the AK-47 wielding men. Just as she was about to climb down, a nail ripped the sleeve of her shirt, making a low but shrill sound which must have alerted one of the guards. She could hear them muttering in rapid Ukrainian as their footsteps echoed through the darkened hall.</p>

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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

<p>The entry was innocent enough; Sally crawled through the palace vents to avoid the AK-47 wielding men. Just as she was about to climb down, a nail ripped the sleeve of her shirt, making a low but shrill sound which must have alerted one of the guards. She could hear them muttering in rapid Ukrainian as their footsteps echoed through the darkened hall. Quickly darting into a corner of the musty vents, Sally felt her heart suffocating her as the footsteps slowed as they neared the area directly beneat her.</p>

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<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>

<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>

<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>

<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>

<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness. He was everything she could have asked for and more, but on this night, all of that would change.</p>

<p>The entry was innocent enough; Sally crawled through the palace vents to avoid the AK-47 wielding men. Just as she was about to climb down, a nail ripped the sleeve of her shirt, making a low but shrill sound which must have alerted one of the guards. She could hear them muttering in rapid Ukrainian as their footsteps echoed through the darkened hall. Quickly darting into a corner of the musty vents, Sally felt her heart suffocating her as the footsteps slowed as they neared the area directly beneat her.</p>

<p>Her mind raced as she plotted her next course of action: fight or flight? Her mind wandered a bit before she became aware of the ominous advance of the strange cloud of odorless gas.</p>

<p>NOTE: 2 sentences i know</p>

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<p>(we should send this to princeton)</p>

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<p>How I (replace Sally with your name) spent the 'waiting period'</p>

<p>Btw, can we replace 'Sally' with a less 'American' moniker...</p>

<p>How bout Svetlana? so we can call her lana for short</p>

<p>dont know why, but i always thought lana was a 'hot' name. I mean dont u guys just get that mental image of a striking brunette when u hear the name 'Lana'. Or do I watch too much Smallville?</p>

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<p>here's a link to some Ukrainian names:
<a href="http://www.20000-names.com/female_ukrainian_names.htm%5B/url%5D"&gt;http://www.20000-names.com/female_ukrainian_names.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p>

<p>I sort of liked "Marynia"...and the translation ("bitter") is not bad considering the character we've created...</p>

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<p>After reading wat u guys have written after me, i have realized just how illegal writing about assassinating a world leader might be- in this post 9/11 world, you dont know who might be reading this, or how seriously they might be taking it, fiction or not. Lets not get too carried away.</p>

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<p>well thats the problem.. it wouldnt be such a 'post 9/11' world if ppl were so afraid and paranoid... that said, i dont think u could hardly call that story a 'plot'</p>

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<p>c'est une farce...</p>

<p>but you may be right....let's have her captured and put into a mental ward ;)
Edit: Yeah, if someone used our "Mission:Impossible" game plan, they'd be hard-pressed to succeed.</p>

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<p>silmon......are you serious? hahha if you are, then that is hysterical.</p>

<p>to think that writing a fictional story about assassinating a world leader is illegal is just plain funny! get a life.</p>

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<p>Ehhh...not that I actually think that doing this is illegal, or not hilariously awesome, just that we should be a bit cautious about what we say (im not sure the mods will approve of this- we dont want it deleted).</p>

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<p>Did we decide on a name? I think Svetlana and Marynia are both good...</p>

<p>Edit: I don't know that he's afraid....but I do think that if if this gets "out-of-hand," which it shouldn't (we aren't advocating assassination), the mods will delete it.</p>

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<p>haha ilcapo, no need to get so harsh on our friend... he's just symptomatic of some of ppl who are just soo afraid... like iremember watching something on the news once abbout this small town in minnesota where they got like this monster amphibious tank/ HAZMAT thing to defend against the terrorist threat...</p>

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<p>yea ill compromise... marynia?</p>

<p>EDIT: sorry about double posting</p>

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<p>Anything goes =)</p>

<p>Maybe it would be wise to change the name of our world leader....to a fictional one. And we should make him an Hitlerian tyrant...</p>

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<p>I am forced to delete this brilliant message of peace and hope.</p>

<p>Merry Christmas to all.</p>