• "It's a dark and stormy night..."
    "Can this please be at least SLIGHTLY less cliche'd?" The boy's voice cut through the dark room like a knife through hot butter, completey destroying the mood of the people in the cramped attic of 104 Wooster Lane, New Malden.
    "Screw you! I'm God here! I will start however the hell I like." The first boy sighed, "It's a dark and stormy night... There is no one arround but you four men".
    "I'm a Dwarf," spoke a third, slightly grittier, boys voice. "Plus, I think that guy is an elf!"
    "Wrong, little man, I am a Dragonborn and I could eat you easily... If I liked the taste of Dwarf"
    "Could I PLEASE continue with the story? I do want to actually be able to start this you know," the first voice reiterated. "Suddenly you are approached by a strange, almost mystical old man".
    "I attack him," said the Dwarf.
    "He kills you, would you like me to make you a new character?"
    "No, sorry God, I won't do it again..."
    "Good, now the old man comes up to you four and says 'Oh younguns, do you need a place to stay? I have a room for four people, and his storm looks like it will get much worse before it gets better'".
    "Sounds good to me, I need to get my tomes and writing equipment out of the weather before they get soaked through," spoke the fourth voice.
    "By a unanamous vote of one, and because I say so before you try to derail this story any more, you go with the man". He sighed again, "This is going to be one long RP session..."