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[Wayward Device]

So this should be a fairly obvious ripoff slight twist on the classic one word story game. Just post your sentence, no edits except for spelling and so forth. I just felt like making this cos I've been enjoying the "what madness will come next" of the current one word story game thread, but wanted more. Perhaps something with a tad more structure and which might just make a great, if insanely insane, narrative in a reasonable time frame. That said, post whatever madness you like, as long as it's legibly written. I'm certain that the skill and cunning of future posters will seamlessly meld all into the greater whole. As a final note, anyone and everyone should feel free to compile the accrued sentences and post them together (doing this is a good deed and will increase your karma, if such a force actually exists).  So without further ado, I'll get us started:

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time     

[Jerick]

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time

His grand quest had been forgotten during the long trek.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

He had escaped being horribly tortured and forcefed his own blood by the goblins.

[Wayward Device]

Despite his ill treatment at their hands he felt no racial hate for the goblins, for such evils were against his nature.

[Skyrunner]

Instead, he could feel the goblin's poorly managed and misdirected anger, pain, and confusion and was looking for a dedicated therapist to help them.

[Svarte Troner]

He remembered his old friend, Dr. Nim Chimpsky, who specialized in anger management among other things like ADHD.

[uber pye]

At least that is what he did until the good doctor was eaten by a moose.

[Wayward Device]

Recalling the sad passing of his friend only strengthened his convictions, he would find someone or something to free the goblins of their primal rage, or failing that recall what his original quest had been been before they tortured it from his mind.

[Ottofar]

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time. His grand quest had been forgotten during the long trek. He had escaped being horribly tortured and forcefed his own blood by the goblins. Despite his ill treatment at their hands he felt no racial hate for the goblins, for such evils were against his nature. Instead, he could feel the goblin's poorly managed and misdirected anger, pain, and confusion and was looking for a dedicated therapist to help them. He remembered his old friend, Dr. Nim Chimpsky, who specialized in anger management among other things like ADHD. At least that is what he did until the good doctor was eaten by a moose. Recalling the sad passing of his friend only strengthened his convictions, he would find someone or something to free the goblins of their primal rage, or failing that recall what his original quest had been been before they tortured it from his mind.

Far away in the distance he could see a trail of wagons slowly traveling onwards.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

A wagon full of civilized gremlins, skilled with machines and devices.

[Ottofar]

((As a little request, the whole story should be copy-pasta'd in the next post, and one's own sentence added to the end. To make the thing easier to read when it goes multi-page.))

[Wayward Device]

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time. His grand quest had been forgotten during the long trek. He had escaped being horribly tortured and forcefed his own blood by the goblins. Despite his ill treatment at their hands he felt no racial hate for the goblins, for such evils were against his nature. Instead, he could feel the goblin's poorly managed and misdirected anger, pain, and confusion and was looking for a dedicated therapist to help them. He remembered his old friend, Dr. Nim Chimpsky, who specialized in anger management among other things like ADHD. At least that is what he did until the good doctor was eaten by a moose. Recalling the sad passing of his friend only strengthened his convictions, he would find someone or something to free the goblins of their primal rage, or failing that recall what his original quest had been been before they tortured it from his mind.

Far away in the distance he could see a trail of wagons slowly traveling onwards. A wagon full of civilized gremlins, skilled with machines and devices.

The sight of these diminutive disciples of logic and engineering brought up more memories unbidden and for a moment he was in Oranguntanadia, enlightened city of his youth and capital of the Pan-Ape Alliance.   

((I heartily concur.))

[Flintus10]

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time. His grand quest had been forgotten during the long trek. He had escaped being horribly tortured and forcefed his own blood by the goblins. Despite his ill treatment at their hands he felt no racial hate for the goblins, for such evils were against his nature. Instead, he could feel the goblin's poorly managed and misdirected anger, pain, and confusion and was looking for a dedicated therapist to help them. He remembered his old friend, Dr. Nim Chimpsky, who specialized in anger management among other things like ADHD. At least that is what he did until the good doctor was eaten by a moose. Recalling the sad passing of his friend only strengthened his convictions, he would find someone or something to free the goblins of their primal rage, or failing that recall what his original quest had been been before they tortured it from his mind.

Far away in the distance he could see a trail of wagons slowly traveling onwards. A wagon full of civilized gremlins, skilled with machines and devices.

The sight of these diminutive disciples of logic and engineering brought up more memories unbidden and for a moment he was in Oranguntanadia, enlightened city of his youth and capital of the Pan-Ape Alliance.

It was in Oranguntanadia that 'The Monkey' first dabbled in genetics, an interest that would soon lead to the tragic downfall of his homeland.

[Skyrunner]

Shouldn't the story be in spoilers? The story will just keep on growing...

[uber pye]

The Monkey was on the road to nowhere, as he had been for some time. His grand quest had been forgotten during the long trek. He had escaped being horribly tortured and forcefed his own blood by the goblins. Despite his ill treatment at their hands he felt no racial hate for the goblins, for such evils were against his nature. Instead, he could feel the goblin's poorly managed and misdirected anger, pain, and confusion and was looking for a dedicated therapist to help them. He remembered his old friend, Dr. Nim Chimpsky, who specialized in anger management among other things like ADHD. At least that is what he did until the good doctor was eaten by a moose. Recalling the sad passing of his friend only strengthened his convictions, he would find someone or something to free the goblins of their primal rage, or failing that recall what his original quest had been been before they tortured it from his mind.

Far away in the distance he could see a trail of wagons slowly traveling onwards. A wagon full of civilized gremlins, skilled with machines and devices.

The sight of these diminutive disciples of logic and engineering brought up more memories unbidden and for a moment he was in Oranguntanadia, enlightened city of his youth and capital of the Pan-Ape Alliance.

It was in Oranguntanadia that 'The Monkey' first dabbled in genetics, an interest that would soon lead to the tragic downfall of his homeland.

Soon he would make a horror unlike any ape has ever seen.