Basically, a never-ending story. One person writes a sentence, then another writes one, and so on and so forth. Randomness is key. Are you a cool enough dude to save the president from ninjas?
I'll get it started.
Jack and Jill went up the Hill, to fetch a pail of water.
Jack jacked off and broke his wrist and Jill came soon after.
Then Jill started bitching about Jack cumming too soon, and all he wanted was a sandwich.
so Jack shot Jill straight through the arm and said "Get me the Ham, Bitch!" :P
Jill was going to get the ham, but not without one last act of defiance; thus, she stomped his banana HAMmock.
Because Jill was really a Renamon, and everyone knows you don't shoot at Renamon.
Unless she's a witch
Monty Python crowd: A WITCH! A WITCH! A WITCH!
GMSG: KNOCK IT OFF!
Mnty Python Crowd: sorry.
So Jill the Renamon left Jack, on a journey of self-enlightenment and seeking her destiny.
But then she wandered into here, and we all know naughty things happen to Renamon in here.