What has this come to.
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In the beginning of time, there was nothing except bronies.
And Wally. Don't forget him. There's also Death, Mr. White Curtain, and Pichu.
Get back to the story, so it can finish and we can do the one about prehistoric animals soon.
Here's the thing: there isn't going to be one about prehistoric animals. You're welcome to join this story though, Mr. or Ms. Dinosaur.
Suddenly, a trolley started rushing towards everyone. But there was a switch next to the track! They could pull the switch and divert the trolley to another track, which would kill a random person instead.
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destroys trolley*. Well, looks like even with the archive the shitshow is just going to come back. Guess our writers have indeed given up. Well, this is the last straw. *
suddenly raises scythe* I AM GOING TO DESTROY THIS VOID! STOP ME IF YOU CAN! *
begins swinging scythe around*.
Wait, i can't see where i'm going!
AAAAAAAAA! I'M FALLING DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS!
*sounds of bones cracking* SOMEONE HELP ME BEFORE I- *
metal pipe sfx* Ooooooh! You good, Death? That was a nasty tumble. You need an ambulance?
"Hello. I have no idea what the fish has to do with anything, but it looks tasty, so I'm going to eat it. My name is Arnold by the way."
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swearing and cursing*. Can't anyone come up with a real story? *cracking sound
* Ouch! As soon as I can get up, I will- *falls back down
*. 
Yeah, i tried to that exact thing, but that stupid green rugby mascot re-added literally all of the people preventing that story from actually kicking off.
Actually, I'm trying to get the story back up and running. I don't know where the others went.
While Mr. Skeleton was in the hospital, he decided to play Stellaris for some reason.
Wally then came to visit Mr. Skeletal in the hospital. (FINALLY! also doot doot)
Wally then got a bit distracted by a Rubik's Cube and spent the next four days trying to solve it.
He tried it again and solved it in only three days this time.
Hi guys. Been a while. I just ate a green sports mascot with an orange nose and tasted alright. However, I've been craving some real stories to eat. So I wanted to ask if anyone could create some real stories I can eat. Been getting tired of having only random images to eat.
YOU'RE NOT THE REAL CAT! YOU'RE A CHEAP IMPOSTER! (and yes i am now canonically the bruins logo until i find a placeholder)
*eats logo* Another random image. Really could use some real stories after all these random images.
Hard to eat images when you're not even THE REAL STORY-EATER! *
punts the fake kitty*
You again? And I am no fake. I am the story eating cat who has appeared several times before here. Though I've lately had to become the image eating cat since the writers here somehow haven't written any real stories I can eat. *
Eats logo again*. And enough of you.
Um guys, I hate to interrupt your conversation, but I am stuck in a tar pit with a group of angry Jirachi. They look like they are trying to drown me in tar OH GOD PLEASE HELP I AM FUCKING DROWNING
It appears that you are drowning because the tar is restricting the movement of your arms and legs.
AND THE JIRACHI ARE PUSHING ME FURTHER DOWN I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE PLEASE HELP I'M DYI- blub... blub... blub...
This fellow has drowned because they couldn’t breathe!
Greetings, we are your new Jirachi overlords. Please give us all of your moccasins or face annihilation.
Sadly, I have no moccasins. Ask OPOSSUM. He's got several million. (I guess im canonically the bruins logo now. im not mad.
Okay. We just took over the state of Rhode Island. Can we find any moccasins there?
Excuse me? you did WHAT to Rhode Is-oh, Rhode Island. Yeah there's no moccasins there.
Then take me to this OPOSSUM.
That's an illegal move in this position. I recommend Pawn to C4.
Sadly, you aren't allowed to (a: make an image that big (b: allowed to put text outside of a thumbnail, so you end up in the trash, and this happens to you.
Hey, did we lose the plot again?
Probably. Let's try to get it going again.
I agree. (Also, are you just me but from Boston?)
Wait a god damn second...
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PLOT? I can't find it anywhere here... someone definitely
stole it.
I'll help you find it, Mr. Shifty Eyes. This is gonna be a journey, isn't it?
As far as plot goes, that disappeared long ago. I was going to destroy this void since the writers are not doing anything to fix the plot. But I fell down and can't move right now. Just don't think I'm going to sit by and do nothing if the plot has not returned by the time I can move from here.
Yeah peepee poopoo bitch, you're a person who got divorced by Tony fucking Montana. Also I think the plot is in like... Washington, or some shit, and we're in Moccasinia.
Wait, is that... IT IS! THE PLOT! FINALLY A STORY!
Wait so, the plot of finding the plot gave us an actual new plot? That's sick! Er... well... although we
DO have a plot... We need something
interesting to happen... so I think we
should go Onwards to Washington... unless there's a
Gopher nearby.
Ah shit. Well... uh...
actually, I have a plan for this. Gopher, do you want to
play a game of clue? Sorry, I thought that the clue board was food and ate it. It tasted terrible.
I'm gonna tell you a story, I'm gonna tell you 'bout my town...
Firstly, nobody cares about boston. Secondly, nobody cares about boston. And thirdly, NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT BOSTON.
Alright thats it I've put up with this for long enough *punts the Jirachi*
Trying to punt something which can teleport is almost as futile of an exercise as the Iraq War.
Hi guys, I just went back from the groceries an—
what the hell is happening here? 
