Conan The Barbarian: The Ten Word Game

[Patrick Curtin]

Thoth-Amon's gigglings distracted Conan. He tripped on a dead minion

[Taliesin Hoyle]

But the Raven-haired Barbarian nimbly stepped over the fallen

[Aberzombie]

food, wondering if the "five second" rule still applied. Occasionally,

[Digitalelf]

Conan had been known to whip out a jar of

[Heathansson]

ole' Stygian '99 corn squeezin's, kick back about a pint,

[Kirth Gersen]

and shoot at squirrels with his pappy's old heavy crossbow.

[Heathansson]

"Crom! *hic* I never saw a squirrel that big in

[Patrick Curtin]

Cimmeria. I *hic* must be near Ygdrassil, where dem big

[Aberzombie]

nuts provide good feeding grounds." Still slurring his words, Conan

[Heathansson]

began to climb the immense tree, so he could meet

[Aberzombie]

the giant owl at the top and ask him how

[Patrick Curtin]

many licks it takes to get to the bottom of

[Jal Dorak]

golden apples of the gods. Plucking an apple with might,

[Kirth Gersen]

Conan sees a worm in it, shrieks like a girl,

[Jal Dorak]

and promptly threw up in his mouth. Embarassed, he turned

[Kirth Gersen]

into a woman, which pleased Sonja not at all. But

[Jal Dorak]

it was the best plan he could think of to

[Aberzombie]

gain access to the hidden and guarded Pleasure Vaults of

[Jal Dorak]

Cthulhu. Sonja had tried explaining that said cults were not

[Grofo Metabi]

The buxom young barmaid notices the bulge on front of his belted lion-cloth and it's not the full sack of gold coins.

(SOrry, got carried away!)

[Aberzombie]

The sudden hiccup in the thread continuum ceased when Conan

[Heathansson]

farted. "Crom," he mused, "they really are the musical fruit."

[Aberzombie]

Thoth Amon chose that moment to enter, and was floored

[Digitalelf]

when he saw the thick green haze that had enveloped

[Aberzombie]

his warriors. "By the power of Set!" he cried, "What

[Tensor]

kind of women do you expect to lay smelling like that?"

[Jal Dorak]

Conan grimaced as he saw his nemesis, "You of course!"

[Patrick Curtin]

Thoth Amon paused. "I know this robe is kinda girly,

[Digitalelf]

but golly-gee Conan, I... I didn't know you swung

[Jal Dorak]

axes and swords alike." Thoth-Amon's face suddenly exploded, as

[Aberzombie]

some psychotic lunatic smashed a hammer into the back of

[Jal Dorak]

his skill. Fortunately, it turned out to be a mirror

[Digitalelf]

,which totally befuddled the hammer wielding psychotic lunatic

[Jal Dorak]

known as Bartemis Bentreri, an assassin of now small repute.

[Heathansson]

Bartemis said, "I think I'm in the wrong place. I

[Patrick Curtin]

knew I should have taken that left turn at Alberquerque!

[Aberzombie]

Too bad, Albuquerque is really nice this time of year."

[Jal Dorak]

So Bartemis twirled his hammer with godly might, teleporting to

[Aberzombie]

Pismo Beach, were he could partake of eating clams without

[Jal Dorak]

worrying about oil spills and toxic waste disposal ruining his

[Kirth Gersen]

pristine white tuxedo shirt, which made Conan's brown pecs seem

[Aberzombie]

outrageously huge. "By Yara's black heart," bellowed the Cimmerian, "That

[Jal Dorak]

Bartemis is one odorous fellow!" Sonja replied, "Don't you mean

[Heathansson]

that, given the tenor of your current predicament, all things

[Patrick Curtin]

considerd perhaps if you elucidated in a more genial manner

[Jal Dorak]

the true platonic feelings you have for this Bartemis fellow?"

[Patrick Curtin]

Conan shook his shaggy locks. "Fie wench! Quit your big

[Aberzombie]

headed ideas, get out on the field, and kill some

[Jal Dorak]

n00bs before they totally pwn us!" as his mouse flashed,

[Aberzombie]

and his digital enemies fell like so much wheat before