Ok - simple rule, class - we are going to make a story. However, to participate, you will need to add at least two sentences after the post above yours. You don't have to copy the post and add it - but read it and add yours.

Just three rules - no cuss words, racist remarks and  no porn/sex orgy stuff.

Let's kick things off. I'm gonna start the story and everyone else can add either two lines or a paragraph - your choice.

"That fool's 5-0."

"Do what? What you sayin', Badman?" Wilco asked, looking at his young lieutenant perched on the hood of a tricked out Buick Century. Badman didn't respond as he bobbed his head to the JL woofers thump in the humid night air.

"I'm saying, Eminem is one time. Trust me on this son," Badman replied.

Wilco grinned. "Whatever, kid."

He looked back at Ace. "You 5-0?"

Ace nodded, readjusting his navy dewrag. "Nah, I ain't a cop."

"Eminem's a cop!" Badman screamed, hopping off the hood and walking up to Ace. "I smell you and don't like you, yah mark."

Ace put his hand on his shirt. "Step up if you got the juice. Otherwise, back up, son. I'm here to put in work and get my cream," he said. Badman stepped back slowly, keeping his eyes on Ace.

"Dang, why the hatred? You got the loot - we got the cream. Let's do this thing," Wilco said, stepping in front of Ace. "We good?"

"Yeah," Ace replied, "as long as you keep that fool in line."

Badman threw his hands up. "Man, I'm out!" he said as he hopped into the Buick.

"Ai'te, done. Here's your loot," Ace said, passing Wilco a bookbag filled with unmarked $20 bills. Wilco inspected it and nodded. He reached into his jacket and pulled out 5 baggies.

"Sweet," Ace said, examining each bag before signing off on the deal.

"Nice doing biz wit you," he added, giving Wilco a fist bump.

"5-0!" screamed Badman, pointing at a minivan parked at the park entrance. The van stopped briefly, creeped slowly and stopped again as he stepped out of the car with a sawed-off shotgun.

"What tha ..." Wilco said, turning to see what Badman was screaming about.

"Gotcha," Ace replied, cuffing Wilco and throwing him down on the playground dirt. "DEA!" Ace said, putting his knee into Wilco's back.

"Run, fool!" Wilco screamed as Ace slammed his face into the dirt.

Badman leaped across the hood of the car and ran past the park lights and into the night.

At least 6 agents exited the van, with their silenced Heckler-Koch MP5 submachine guns ready to dish out deadly force.

"I got him!" Ace yelled, pulling out his chromed out Glock automatic pistol as he sprinted after Badman.

Out of nowhere godzilla appeared! He took a big breath and then BAM his breath attack levels half the city, including the portion our young heroes are in.

"Godzilla?!" Ace screamed, dodging blasts of fire from the huge lizard.

"Oh, this is one whacked-out dream!" he said, reaching into his pocket for a laser Derringer and popping off two beams.

Godzilla, now reduced to a full set of luggage.

Ace opened the luggage set to find that it was filled with refreshing ice cold boylan bottle works rootbeer. Sadly though ace did not have a bottle opener in his possesion.

Out of nowhere mothra attacks. Once again our heroes are doomed.

Ace leaps atop the mothra, grabs the mothra's upper lip and opened the boylan bottle with the mothra's teeth.

The humid air had nearly sapped Ace's energy. The drink boosted his energy to keep fighting.

"Your moma wears combat boots!" he screams, peppering the mothra with deadly laser beams.

Wilco looked up. "Dude, I need to quit smoking that stuff. Are you fighting a doggone mothra?!"

"Shut up, slime!" a DEA agent said, putting his knee on Wilco's neck.

OOC You do know that Mothra has no lips or teeth right?(if you don't know what OOC means it is Out of context. IE not part of the RP or in this case game.)

Wilco then tripped over a rock and fell, his face hitting a nail. The impact caused brain trauma, and Ace had to decide whether to take him to the hospital or not.

Wilco , with his life-threatning injuries , decided to take Ace wth him into the grave. Ace proceeded to violently beat Wilco with the very rock he tripped on and eventually kill him.

Wilco then decided to take out his 360 and play some gears of war. After about 15 minutes it RRoDed on him. He decided the 116th time was enough and offed himself with a can of raid.