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<<silently>><<set $words to []>> <<set _r to random(1,10)>> <<set $bio to "b" + _r>> <<set $fic to "f" + _r>> <</silently>>Welcome to Mag-Libs, a free word substitution game based on the fiction found on <a href="https://irregularexperience.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">this blog</a>, with biographies taken from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank">Wikipedia's</a> "On This Day" section. This game was made using the <a href="https://twinery.org/" target="_blank">Twine</a> game engine and the Sugarcube 2 story format (though this may be a good project to learn the other story formats). The name comes from a conversation in which group member Margaret lamented the cost of the name brand product and I mentioned I could probably put together something for free. I was high on victory at the time, as we had just dominated at pub quiz and won a name brand book. Now fill out a <<link "Biography" $bio>><</link>> or a <<link "Fiction" $fic>><</link>>. There are currently 10 of each. Please contact me if you have a suggestion on how to improve this game, even if it's fixing a typo or a better classification for a <<linkappend "word.">> <><<for _i to 0; _i lt 11; _i++>> <<set _b to "b" + _i>> <<set _f to "f" + _i>> <<capture _i>> <<link _b _b>><<set $bio to "b" + _i>><</link>> - <<link _f _f>><<set $fic to "f" + _i>><</link>> <</capture>> <</for>> <><</linkappend>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "person">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "place">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "gathering">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "place">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "plural ethnicity">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "book title">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "proper noun">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "region">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "book title">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "group">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "sentiment">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "-ing action">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "vehicle">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "group">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "group">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "achievement">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "noun">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Pope Callixtus II (Guy of Burgundy) As son of $words[0], Guy was a member of and connected to the highest nobility in $words[1]. He became archbishop of Vienne and served as $words[2]. He attended the $words[3] of 1112. He was elected pope at $words[4] in 1119. The following year, prompted by attacks on $words[5], he issued the bull $words[6] which forbade Christians, on pain of excommunication, from forcing $words[5] to convert, from $words[7], from taking their $words[8], from disturbing the celebration of their festivals, and from interfering with their $words[9]. In March 1123, Calixtus II convened the First Lateran Council which passed several disciplinary decrees, such as those against $words[10] among the clergy, and violators of the Truce of $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Emily Carr Born in Victoria, British Columbia, in 1871, the year British Columbia joined $words[0], Emily Carr was the second-youngest of nine children born to $words[1] parents Richard and Emily Carr. The Carr home was on $words[2] Walk (now Government Street), in the James Bay district of Victoria, a short distance from the legislative buildings (nicknamed the '$words[2]') and the town itself. The Carr children were raised on $words[1] tradition. Her father believed it was sensible to live on Vancouver Island, a colony of Great Britain, where he could practice $words[1] customs and continue his British $words[3]. The family home was made up in $words[4] $words[1] fashion, with high ceilings, ornate moldings, and a $words[5]. Carr was taught in the Presbyterian tradition, with Sunday morning prayers and evening $words[6] readings. Her father called on one child per week to recite the sermon, and Emily consistently had trouble $words[7]. Carr's father encouraged her $words[8] inclinations, but it was only in 1890, after her parents' deaths, that Carr pursued this seriously. Carr visited the Nootka Indian mission at Ucluelet on the west coast of Vancouver Island in 1898. She traveled also to a rural $words[8] colony in St Ives, Cornwall, returning to British Columbia in 1905. Carr took a teaching position in Vancouver at the '$words[9] Club' that she held for no longer than a month – she was $words[10] amongst her students due to her rude behavior of $words[11] at them in class, and the students began to boycott her courses. Back to [[start]].

Hans-Joachim Marseille Hans-Joachim Marseille was a German $words[0] during World War II. He is noted for his $words[1] during the North African Campaign and his $words[2] lifestyle. One of the most successful $words[0], he was nicknamed the "Star of $words[3]". Marseille claimed all but seven of his 158 victories against the British Commonwealth's Desert Air Force over North Africa, flying the $words[4] for his entire combat career. No other $words[0] claimed as many Western Allied aircraft as Marseille. Marseille, of French Huguenot ancestry, joined $words[5] in 1938. At the age of 20 he graduated from one of the $words[5]'s $words[0] schools just in time to participate in $words[6], without notable success. A $words[7] person, he had such a busy night life that sometimes he was too tired to be allowed to work the next morning. As a result of poor discipline, he was transferred to $words[8], which relocated to North Africa in April 1941. Under the guidance of his new commander, who recognised the latent potential in the young officer, Marseille quickly developed his abilities as a $words[0]. He reached the zenith of his $words[0] career on 1 September 1942, when during the course of three combat sorties he $words[9], earning him the Ritterkreuz mit Eichenlaub, Schwertern und Brillanten (Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and $words[10]). Only 29 days later, Marseille was killed in a flying accident, when he was forced to abandon his plane due to engine failure. After he exited the smoke-filled cockpit, Marseille's chest struck the vertical stabiliser of his aircraft. The blow either killed him instantly or incapacitated him so that he was unable to open his $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "place">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "person's name">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Place">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "book title">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "adjective">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "place">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "state of being">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "Adjective">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "nickname">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "Place">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "past tense verb">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Niccolò Perotti Born in $words[0], Perotti studied with $words[1] in Mantua in 1443, then in Ferrara with Guarino. He also studied at the University of $words[2]. At the age of eighteen he spent some time in the household of the Englishman William Grey, later Lord High $words[3], who was travelling in Italy and was a student of Guarino. He transcribed texts for Grey and accompanied him to Rome when he moved there. From 1451 to 1453 he taught rhetoric and poetry at the University of $words[4]. In 1452 he was made Poet Laureate in $words[4] by the Emperor Frederick III, as acknowledgment of the speech of welcome he had $words[5]. Occasionally he $words[6] also as papal governor in Viterbo, Spoleto and $words[7]. He also travelled on diplomatic missions to Naples and Germany. On behalf of Pope Nicholas V he translated Polybius' $words[8], for which the Pope paid him five hundred $words[9]. He wrote a Latin school grammar, Rudimenta Grammatices, one of the earliest and most $words[10] Renaissance Latin grammars, which attempted to exclude many words and constructions of medieval, rather than classical, origin. Described by Erasmus as 'accurate, yet not $words[11]', it became a bestseller of its day. Back to [[start]].

DeFord Bailey DeFord Bailey was an American $words[0] music and blues star from the 1920s until 1941. He was one of the first performers to be introduced on Nashville radio station WSM's Grand Ole $words[1], the first African-American performer to appear on the show, and the first performer to have his music recorded in $words[2]. Bailey played several instruments in his career but is best known for playing the $words[3], often being referred to as a "$words[3] wizard". Born and raised in Tennessee, Bailey learned how to play the harmonica while recuperating from $words[4] as a young child. He moved to Nashville with relatives in his late teens and was an important $words[5] contributor to Nashville's burgeoning music industry. Among the first generation of entertainers to perform live on the $words[6], his recorded compositions were well-known and $words[7]. Bailey toured and performed with many well-known $words[0] artists during the 1930s. As a result of the 1941 royalties disagreement between Broadcast Music, Inc. and American Society of Composers, Authors and $words[8], he was $words[9] by WSM and stopped making his living as an $words[10]. He returned to sporadic public performances in 1974 when he was invited to participate in the $words[1]'s first Old-Timers show and in 2005 was posthumously inducted into the $words[0] Music Hall of $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Kim Beazley Kim $words[0] Beazley is a former Australian $words[1] and diplomat. He was leader of the Australian Labor Party and leader of the opposition from 1996 to 2001 and 2005 to 2006, having previously been a cabinet $words[2] in the Hawke and Keating governments. After leaving parliament he served as ambassador to the United States from 2010 to 2016 and governor of $words[3] from 2018 to 2022. Beazley was born in Perth, the son of $words[1] Kim Beazley. He studied at the University of Western Australia and Balliol College, Oxford, as a $words[4] Scholar. After a period as a $words[5] at Murdoch University, Beazley was elected to Parliament at the 1980 election, winning the Division of $words[6]. Prime Minister Bob Hawke appointed Beazley to the Cabinet following Labor's victory at the 1983 election, and Beazley served as a $words[2] continuously through to the party's defeat at the 1996 election. His roles included $words[2] for Defence from 1984 to 1990, Leader of the House from 1988 to 1996, $words[2] for Finance from 1993 to 1996 and Deputy Prime $words[2] from 1995 to 1996. After Labor's 1996 defeat, Beazley was elected unopposed as Labor Leader, $words[7] Paul Keating. Despite $words[8] the popular vote at the 1998 election, Beazley could not win enough seats to form government, and after a second defeat in 2001, he resigned the $words[9]. He attempted twice to return to the $words[9], doing so in 2005 after Labor lost the 2004 election, but was successfully challenged by Kevin Rudd in December 2006 following poor opinion polling. Beazley $words[10] from Parliament at the 2007 election, which Labor won, and in 2010 was appointed Ambassador to the United States. He held this role until 2016, before being $words[11] as Governor of $words[3] by Premier Mark McGowan in 2018. Back to [[start]].

by <a href="http://simonmjoseph.com/">Simon</a>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "something spooky">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "Celebrity">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "verb">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "adjective">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

John Bell John Bell (1750 – December 20, 1820) was an American farmer whose death was attributed to $words[0]. He is a central figure in the Bell Witch ghost story of southern American folklore. In 1817, Bell contracted a mysterious affliction that worsened over the next three years, ultimately leading to his death. According to the story, the Bell Witch took pleasure in tormenting him during his affliction, finally poisoning him one $words[1] morning as he lay unconscious after suffering a number of violent seizures. Born in $words[2] County, North Carolina (now part of Halifax County), Bell was an apprentice $words[3]during his formative years and later pursued a career in $words[4]. He married Lucy Williams in 1782 when she was 12 years old and he was 32 (wtf), and settled on the $words[5] he had bought previously. The Bells prospered over the next eight years and were among the area's most successful $words[4]s. In the winter of 1804–05, Bell and his family embarked on a journey over the treacherous $words[6] of North Carolina and east Tennessee that took them to an area called "$words[7] River," settling in the northwest section of present-day Adams, Tennessee. Bell became a successful $words[4] and gained prominence in his new $words[5]. It is said that sometime late in 1816, John and his daughter Betsy Bell began to be plagued by a $words[0]-like entity that came to be known as either the Bell Witch or $words[8] Witch (after $words[8], a neighbour of the Bell family). The Bell Witch apparently appeared to John one day when he was inspecting his $words[5]. It took the form of an animal, but ran off before he could $words[9] it. The entity then began attacking family members and even visitors to the house, and began haunting the community. The witch became known far and wide, and even Andrew Jackson visited the Bell household in 1819 to experience the $words[0] at first hand. Bell's subsequent affliction was most likely a $words[10] disorder. Very little was known about such disorders in the early nineteenth century, and few treatment options were available, although the Scottish anatomist Sir Charles Bell discovered a $words[10] disorder that yielded symptoms almost identical to those displayed by John Bell at the onset of his affliction. John Bell died on December 20, 1820, at the age of 70. After his death, the $words[0] was no longer reported as attacking Bell's family. The Bell Witch is said to have disrupted the funeral service, singing $words[11] drinking songs. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "Name">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "Place">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "disease">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Kan'ichi Asakawa Kan'ichi Asakawa (December 20, 1873 – August 11, 1948) was a Japanese academic, author, historian, librarian, curator and $words[0]. Asakawa was Japanese by birth and citizenship, but he lived the major portion of his life in $words[1]. Asakawa was born in Nihonmatsu, Japan, and was educated at the Fukushima-ken $words[2] School in Fukushima Prefecture and at Waseda University in Tokyo before he traveled to the United States to study at Dartmouth College in Hanover, New Hampshire. He was awarded his B.<<= $words[3].first()>>. (Bachelor of $words[3]) degree in 1899. He continued his studies at Yale University, earning his Ph.D. in 1902. Asakawa lectured at Dartmouth College in 1902; was a professor at Waseda University (1906–07); an instructor at Yale University (1907–10); and became an assistant $words[4] at Yale University in 1910. He carried on special $words[5] in Japan in 1906–07 and 1917–19. He became a $words[4] at Yale University in 1937, becoming the first Japanese $words[4] at a major American university. He was the author of many works on Japan, his scholarly interest being $words[6] history. He taught $words[6] history at Yale for 35 years. Among those he influenced was $words[7]. In 1907, Asakawa was appointed curator of the East Asian Collection at Yale's Sterling Memorial $words[8]. After the end of the $words[9] War, Asakawa began to speak out against the growth of militarism in Japan. He dedicated himself to serving as a bridge between the United States and Japan to promote amicable relations. In 1941, he sought to avert war between Japan and the United States by trying to convince President Roosevelt to reach out to the Japanese $words[10] with a personal telegram. In 2007 the Asakawa garden in Saybrook College, designed by Shinichiro Abe, was dedicated to mark the centennial of Asakawa's appointment as $words[4] of $words[6] history at $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "place">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Celebrity">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "Band Name">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "Professional Title">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "Noun">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Beatrice Beeby Beatrice Eleanor Beeby (née $words[0]; 1903 – 20 December 1991) was a New Zealand $words[1]. She was key figure in the establishment of the $words[2] playcentre movement in New Zealand, which developed into the present-day Playcentre organisation. With Joan Wood and Inge Smithells, Beeby established the first $words[2] playcentres in the early 1940s, precursor to the present-day Playcentre organisation. The aim of the playcentres was to give mothers some relief from single $words[3] while their husbands were absent fighting in World War II. Two groups were initially established in Karori and $words[4]. On 22 July 1941 the inaugural meeting was held at Wood's home, and the thirteen women who attended agreed to establish a playcentre association. Beeby was elected first President, Wood Recording Secretary and Smithells $words[5] Secretary. All three women were anxious to be independent but benefited from the connections of their $words[6], who were influential in the education field. Clarence, for example, printed the group's $words[7] free of charge at his office. Beeby's knowledge of the $words[8] system also enabled her to successfully apply for a grant from the New Education Fellowship in 1937, and she attended their conference in 1944 as a representative of the $words[2] playcentre organisation. The ideas of the $words[2] playcentre proved popular, and by December 1946 playcentres operated in Auckland, Christchurch and Palmerston North. The New Zealand Nursery Play Centre Federation had its first $words[9] in May 1948. Beeby's life from the 1950s involved accompanying her husband on his international career as a $words[10] to France and an educational consultant in the United States and Indonesia. After returning to Wellington, Beeby fell ill and required hospital care for many years. She died in Hutt Hospital on 20 December 1991 of $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "food">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "small thing">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "condition">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "-ness adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "plural beverage">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "body part">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "verb">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

Frank <<= $words[6].first()>>. Shakespeare Francis $words[6] Shakespeare (April 9, 1925 – December 14, 2022) was an American $words[10] and $words[0] executive. He was the president of $words[1] before entering public service. He served as the United States ambassador to Portugal from 1985 to 1986 and the United States ambassador to $words[2] from 1986 to 1989. He later served as an honorary member of the board of trustees for The $words[3] Foundation. Shakespeare was president of $words[1] in New York City from 1950 to 1969, when he was appointed by $words[4] Richard Nixon as director of the United States Information Agency. He returned to the private sector in 1973, and became $words[5] vice president of Westinghouse in New York. In 1975 he became $words[9] chairman of RKO General. In 1981 $words[4] Ronald Reagan named him chairman of the Board for $words[7] Broadcasting, the entity which $words[11] the operations of Radio Free Europe. He held this position until 1985, when Reagan appointed him United States Ambassador to Portugal. The following year, in September 1986, Shakespeare was appointed United States Ambassador to $words[2]. From 1979, Shakespeare was an honorary member of the board of trustees for The $words[3] Foundation, a Washington, D.C.–based public policy research institute. He also served as a $words[8] of the Lynde and Harry Bradley Foundation of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "Organization">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "Country">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "Title">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "Nickname">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "past tense noun">> <<set $bio to $bio.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $bio>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "verb">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "vehicle">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "family member">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "body part">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Celebrity">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "Institution">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "noisy activity">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "adjective">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "feeling">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "food">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "plural profession">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "body part">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "verb">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

I woke up at just after five in the morning. Showered, put on some makeup, threw on some clothes that were mostly clean, and grabbed a couple slices of whole-grain $words[0] as I rushed out the door, certain to be late. Again. I ate the $words[0] as I unlocked my bike, using the $words[1] juggle - $words[2] in hand, $words[0] in hand, lock in hand, $words[0] in mouth, $words[2] in mouth, lock on bike, $words[2] in pocket. Traffic was light; that was $words[3] at this time of day. I was just glad there were no surprises like non-signaled turns or pinball-flipper doors. Much to my $words[4], I was exactly on time to work. I wouldn't have to deal with any yelling until tomorrow, when I was certain to be late - I have never been on time twice in a row. I opened the shop, put on some coffee, and got to work watering, trimming, unpacking, $words[5]. The work was easy enough, but the mindlessness of it got my imagination started. Today, like most days, my imagination got me to hope, which would invariably turned to misery, which meant a night of $words[6] and sorrow, which meant I'll be late to work. But one is never miserable while one is hoping, which is why I did it. And it never added up to misery in my mind - I just wanted him to show up today. It'd been a couple of months since he last came in to the shop, his $words[7] eyes looking over the cards to find something appropriate for this occasion. He was buying some $words[8] (his mother's favorite) for his parent's anniversary (how thoughtful!). I could picture his $words[9] smile as he checked out - just a little grin as he admitted to being a bit of a mother's boy. His image, his meticulously unkempt hair framing his rosy-cheeked $words[10], fit the request perfectly. It was an image that came easily to me today. I hadn't seen him since then - not even on the streets - but I kept up hope. I thought maybe next time I could do more than ring him up - maybe I could suggest a card? an arrangement? some $words[8] 'on the house' (and see if he gets the hint)? I just wanted to be a part of his life more than just 'that girl at the $words[8] shop who can never seem to $words[11]'. Despite it all, I knew he probably wouldn't come in today. But there was always tomorrow. There is always tomorrow. Maybe I'll even be on time. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "onomatopoeia">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "brick & mortar place">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "Food">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Celebrity">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "attribute">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "Place">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

It had to arrive today. John and Amy had got “yes” yesterday and Mike, to no one's surprise, got the #10 size $words[0] envelope containing the brief rejection letter. I could hardly sit through my last class of the day – when the bell $words[1], I was the first person to reach their $words[2]. I raced home, passing the mail $words[3] as it exited our cul-de-sac. Pulling in to the driveway, I saw $words[4] standing in front of the garage, mail in hand. Lots of mail in hand, but no big envelopes. Shit. “Hey $words[4]! Any mail there for me?” I asked, $words[5] out of the car. “Uhhhmmmm...” $words[4] drew out the syllable out of their $words[6] as if it was a string of handkerchiefs knotted together. “I haven't checked.” “Ugh. Could you check please?” $words[4] smiled and started to $words[6] thumb through the mail. “Nope. Nope. Nope. Oh!” They paused while my heart stopped. “Got one here for '$words[7]' – you can open that one if you want.” “Come on $words[4]. Is there anything in there from $words[8]?” “Oh, looking for mail from $words[8]?” he asked as he $words[9] around his back. “This must be what all the $words[10] is about.” 12 inch x 10 inch envelope. I'm $words[]! Back to [[start]].

"Fuck you, you $words[0] son of a bitch!" I screamed in terror as I kicked at a $words[1] with my pants around my $words[2]. I let out a few more choice curses as the $words[3] bastard eluded my kicks but wouldn't leave the strike zone of an angry man on a toilet. Finally, finally, it made its way under a cabinet so I could perform a quick wipe and regain a full range of motion. I stared the cabinet down as I quickly $words[4] my hands. I soon after began a quest to arm myself against the intruder, toilet un$words[5]. My immediate options were limited. Toilet brush? Plunger? Neither really fit the bill, but really, what in the house would? I didn't exactly have a side gig of $words[1]-$words[6] that I could go open the toolbox and have all my $words[1]-$words[6] gear available. I picked up the plunger and made a quick list of non-toilet options. $words[7]? Maybe I could use it sideways? A knife probably wasn't the answer, nor was a $words[8] fork. Anything without a handle was probably a no-go as well, so what was left? A $words[9]? I could probably flush (heh) the beast out and pin it with my $words[10] $words[9], then smack it with a hammer. Maybe. Hopefully. If I were quick. Wary of letting the thing loose, I went to $words[11] my supplies. Back to [[start]].

I worked my way through the tall grass surrounding the house. I was feeling $words[0] - decorative $words[1] and stone walls hid my approach. Still though, I inched my way forward, hoping to stay hidden from my target and her guards. After hours of crawling, crouching, and $words[2], I finally made it to the target unseen. I made my way through a set of sliding glass $words[3] and the only thing between me and my objective was the maze of a house. My briefing had been as $words[4] as possible, but it was well known that her house was a bit of a mystery to all but the most $words[5] of her entourage. I snuck around the mansion, careful to avoid any security measures I came across. Through trial and error, this rat worked his way through the maze toward the $words[6]. In this case though, the rat was one of the Secret Seventy Seven - the best infiltrators, spies, and $words[7] in the world. I froze upon hearing my target having a conversation through a door. I discerned it was nothing to be concerned about - it seemed they were ignorant of my presence - and burst through, guns drawn. I was met with an empty room and a recording $words[8] on the desk. The next moment I was deafened; fire shot through my arms and my $words[9]. I crashed to the ground. Two men emerged on my flanks as I lay in agony. They kicked my guns away, nearly detaching my left arm in the process, and $words[10]. Lady Monica entered from a side door. "Before you kill me," I croaked, "why the hell am I looking for a butt plug?" "You know how your boss has a way with words?" the lady in blue silk began. "Yeah?" I groaned. "The last time we met, he told me to $words[11] the codes up my ass." She smirked. There was a flash, then nothing. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "animal">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "plural body part">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "profession">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "Noun">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "household item">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "verb">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

A train $words[0] its way across the Ben Franklin Bridge, throwing sparks that acted as fireworks behind a cabaret performance in a converted $words[1]. The band alternated between an ambient aesthetic and covers as the cast worked their way through a murder mystery, $words[2] style. It's the fifties in 2016 Philadelphia as we witness the events of the Los Angeles staple "the $words[3] Cube" – suits and bangs and $words[4] hats complete the fare. A shot rang out and the crowd jumped, $words[5] to see which of the cast was the shooter and which was the victim. Unusually, the cast did the same. A beat. Two beats. A woman's scream $words[6] the confusion, escalating it to a panic. Without even looking, I knew – the body of $words[7] lay on the floor, meaning two months of my life spent tracking them down was for naught. That seemed to be the pattern now – I got close to closing a case and my best lead bit it. I was used to the plausible overdose or the $words[8] accident, but this was new. I surveyed the venue for the person who had reacted least to this burst of $words[9]. I was out of $words[10] however – it seemed that the world had it out for me. I ordered a double amidst the chaos, downed it, and made my way to the Delaware. Watching the boats and looking toward $words[11], I renewed my vow to get to the bottom of all of this. A train $words[0] by, apathetic. Back to [[start]].

"Oh Great God $words[0], grant us your favor," the assembly implored in unison. The statue stood still as the theatrics began. First came the swaying and $words[1] with a low rumble. Over the next minute or so the pitch climbed higher and the $words[1] turned to stepping then to $words[2]. What had been a low "ohm" was now shrill exclamations of "$words[3]!" At the sound of a $words[4], the assembly fell to their knees, silent. The rumbling began again, slowly, gently. It again edged toward ferver, the mass of people now creating waves with their bodies as they plunged down to touch the ground with their foreheads then shot up straight to stretch their $words[5] into the sky. At the height of the activity, another $words[4]. The assembly dove to the floor. The process repeated itself a third time, just with everyone laying down and rolling as a mass of $words[6]. Once again the $words[4]. In a moment, everyone was back on their feet. "Oh Great God $words[0], grant us your $words[7]," the assembly knew the script. "Oh children, I shall grant you one $words[7]," a voice boomed from the statue. Everyone froze for a moment, then began looking around in confusion. This was a scripted worship ceremony - never in history had the Great God answered! The whole point was to ask for a hypothetical $words[7] - a good crop yield, good health, victory in $words[8] - and here the Great God $words[0] was asking them to pick one and run with it? Madness. As the chaos began to set in, a priest called for quiet. They announced that they would confer for a moment with the elders and come up with the best favor to ask - the favor that would most benefit the assembly and not cause strife (or, indeed, backfire). The Great God $words[0] was known to be a bit of a joker and the lore and legends told of many occasions he used his powers just to make himself $words[9]. With the lore in mind, a debate raged. "If we ask for a bountiful harvest, do you think he'll also send a plague of rats?" "If we ask for peace with our neighbors, might it be because a sickness will strike all of us down?" "If we simply ask for good health for all, might it cause war and famine?" "We must choose something - health? peace? $words[10]?" The oldest, wisest priest cleared his throat. "I say we gamble on peace." The others generally agreed, nodding their heads and murmuring their assent. The old man stepped forth. "Oh Great God $words[0], we have our wish." The priest said, pausing $words[11]. "I want a bigger dick!" a voice called out from the crowd. Over the gasps and the commotion of the crowd, a booming voice spoke. "Granted." Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "Celebrity">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "onomatopoeia ">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "loud thing">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "body part, plural">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "animal, plural">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "verb">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "benefit">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "adverb">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "Name">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "insult">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "verb">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "noun, plural">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "profession, plural">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "Company">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "activity">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "adjective">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

Dear $words[0] Gravity is a $words[1]. Seriously, to be completely frank, it is tough to count just how many times gravity has $words[2] me over personally, and that's not to count how many times it's $words[2] me over professionally. But we have to make due, and continue on our $words[3] as best we can. I'll grant that $words[4] travel has become fairly commonplace now-a-days, and that you really have a choice when it comes to $words[5] system travel, but you have to believe me – we generally don't crash into $words[6]. I mean, what, it's a hundred-to-one chance? Sure, sure, we've lost three of the last five ships to $words[7] errors. And yes, the travelers on those ships generally died a $words[8] death as they were caught in various stars' gravity wells, but these were total flukes – who could have predicted those stars would be there? It didn't look like they were there when we left. Do you expect us to be rocket $words[8] or something? I'd like to assure you that $words[9] Travel is your number one source for inter-stellar travel at a price you can afford. In fact, that's our motto: you $words[10] for less with $words[9]. In sum, I'd very much like to greet you as you board our next budget cruise. I'm sure you'll have a $words[11] experience. Thank you for choosing $words[9]! Back to [[start]].

"And in the name of this $words[0] Republic and all its citizens, I do hereby award you the gold $words[1] of participation." Trumpets sounded. The crowd $words[2] in applause. The Prime Minister fumbled with the $words[1] for a second before pinning it to Buford's $words[3] and shaking his hand. Buford politely nodded a thank you to the man in suit-and-$words[4] before stepping forward and waving a big, appreciative, "you're all $words[5]!" wave to the assembled mass. They exploded into a second round of enthusiastic applause and cheering. Pausing just a moment to soak it all in, he turned to his left and $words[6] made his way back to his seat. The man to Buford's left was then called, introduced, and given his $words[1]. The man to that man's left was then called, introduced, and given his $words[1]. The process continued for a solid hour before those assembled were finally $words[7]. Buford made his way home, alone. He hung up his jacket on its normal hangar and removed the $words[1]s, careful to put each in its box. While he knew that they were mostly a way for the $words[8] to congratulate itself on awarding honors, he did feel a little special nonetheless. Stripping down to white undershirt and $words[9], he sat on his cot and stuffed a pillow between his back and the wall. The television assaulted him with several commercials before the news came on. Buford watched diligently, hoping that they might do a bit on the ceremony and possibly show him. At the end of the broadcast, for just a moment, they did the former, but not the latter. The $words[10] man laid down to go to sleep as a rerun started to buzz in the background. He didn't think much of work or being in the audience tomorrow; rather, he hoped he'd be on TV during his $words[11] next month. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "Adjective">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "item">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "body part">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "clothing item">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "adverb">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "past tense verb">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "organization / entity">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "clothing item">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "activity">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

This is an experimental one, let me know how it works (or doesn't). Write a sentence of dialog: <<textbox "$words[0]" "express displeasure">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "ask a what question">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "express incredulity">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "statement of determination">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "rhetorical question / sarcastic wish">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "who / where / when of a meeting">> Back to normal programming - a word or two: <<textbox "$words[6]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "-ing verb">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "Nickname">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "personal attribute">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "body part">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "Government Position">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

"$words[0]" "What? Why not?" "For one thing - $words[1]" "Why does that matter? It's not supposed to be anything." "Well, for being nothing, you've certainly got it in a $words[6] spot." "Well, it's important to me!" "$words[2] If it was so important, why am I just now $words[7] about it?" "$words[8], please. I know it's new and weird, but you'll get used to it. It truly represents who I am inside and I think I should make it permanent." "Permanent!? Are you $words[9]!?" "I will not let you talk to me that way - this is my body and this is what I want." "And you want to go out in public and face all those people with that... thing on your $words[10]? I just can't believe it." "$words[3] I'm going to wear it all day today so everyone else gets used to it too." "Jesus, really!?" "Yes, really." "I just... I can't... wow." "What?" "$words[4]" "Well, it doesn't much matter - all that matters is that it's who I am." "I... ugh. I can't win this, can I?" "Nope. Now, who am I meeting with this morning?" "$words[6] They'll need your final approval on nominating a new $words[11]." Back to [[start]].

$words[] "Today is a $words[0] day," she thought. Not a depressed day, not a sad day, but a $words[0] day. Royal. Aquamarine. Iridescent. A bright $words[1] beautiful $words[0]. She dug through her dresser, pulling out anything and everything $words[0]. When she'd had a mound of clothes on her $words[2], she began picking through them, wondering what she would wear to face the day. Skirt or pants? Or maybe her big $words[0] $words[3] $words[4]? She assembled her outfit $words[5], making sure each piece matched her mood. After a bit, she was mostly satisfied though she felt something was missing. She thought and thought about what it could be, but to no avail. Eventually she left her house to run the day's errands. Her first stop was the $words[6], where she had a nice conversation with the clerk. She dropped of a package and purchased some $words[7] and went on her way. Her second stop was the bank, where the teller got a kick out of her $words[0] suede $words[8]. She deposited some checks and withdrew some cash and went on her way. Her third stop was the grocer, where the cashier enjoyed her ensemble. She bought some milk, bread, and $words[9] and left. On her way home, however, she saw it. The piece that would complete her day was in a small shop window leaning against a $words[10]. She rushed in. She bought it. She jumped for joy. Someone snapped a quick picture that became a small sensation and she's now known as The Girl with the $words[0] $words[11]. Back to [[start]].

Please fill in the following boxes: <<textbox "$words[0]" "color">> <<textbox "$words[1]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[2]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[3]" "adjective">> <<textbox "$words[4]" "clothing item">> <<textbox "$words[5]" "adverb">> <<textbox "$words[6]" "business">> <<textbox "$words[7]" "plural noun">> <<textbox "$words[8]" "plural clothing item">> <<textbox "$words[9]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[10]" "noun">> <<textbox "$words[11]" "item">> <<set $fic to $fic.concat("s")>><<link "Go!" $fic>><</link>>

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