The results of our mad libs Cry Ooorah, brought to you by the wonderful nosleneillor and angerbda

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By LovelyBurns

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a tulip, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, big like an overstuffed ladder. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple dystopia story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and relaxed amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Jupiter crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Amusant knitting to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the city of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally run against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Sleep, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Jupiter a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even more long than invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Jupiter land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By AngusEcrivain

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Punch, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, Gargantuan like an overstuffed Desktop lamp. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Steampunk story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Divisive amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Capula Yordello crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Ancient Composer to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the Lunch of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally Underline against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Hunt, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Capula Yordello a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even Faster invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Capula Yordello land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By nosleneillor

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Chop, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, Ginormous like an overstuffed Spaceship . Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Big dumb object story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Sloppy amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Heechee crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Swarmed Pilot to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the Dog of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally Sweat against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Fall, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Heechee a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even Burnt invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Heechee land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By EvelynHail

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Stomping, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, huge like an overstuffed plush bunny . Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Steampunk story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Stubborn amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Venus crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an teeny-weeny shit-carrier to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the meldrop of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally scamper against the dying of the light?

For future events you must flutter, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Venus a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even chubbier invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Venus land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By elveloy

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a wombat, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, infinitesimal like an overstuffed wine glass. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple space opera story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and hyperactive amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Decopunktus Nine crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an pretty pilot to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the asteroid of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally spin against the dying of the light?

For future events you must fall, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Decopunktus Nine a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even largest invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Decopunktus Nine land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By JaneQuill28

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Plotz , something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, Plus-size like an overstuffed Pink flamingo. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Spy-fi story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Hyper amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Rings of Saturn crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Bioluminescent Online dating ghostwriter to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the Snood of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally Power walk against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Trample, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Rings of Saturn a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even Damper invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Rings of Saturn land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By JaCrispy_Jamaine

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Bounce, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, Minuscule like an overstuffed Toilet paper. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Cyberpunk story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Brooding amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Makemake crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Sticky Sign spinner to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the Umbrella of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally Fall against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Sleep, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Makemake a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even Magic invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Makemake land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By CarolinaC

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a explosion, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, miniscule like an overstuffed teapot. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple space opera story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and depravity amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Mars crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an lithe cooper to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the potato of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally to deliver against the dying of the light?

For future events you must to walk, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Mars a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even cooler invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Mars land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By Nablai

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a Write, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, Immense like an overstuffed Laptop. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple SoulPunk story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and Honesty amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the Aphrodite crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an Brave Writer to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the Courage of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally Trapped against the dying of the light?

For future events you must Another , or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of Aphrodite a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even Commitment invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of Aphrodite land, is gently holding out her hand.

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By angerbda

A challenge, a deed, a journey, a quest, a run, something that needs done before you rest. It all lies before you, open, waiting, laughable like an overstuffed water bottle. Your future awaits, it lies within your grasp. Will you answer the call to complete a genuinely noble task?

A simple Moon and Sun at war story is all we ask. Can you ignore the plea for aid from one so true and brave. The horns of creation echo throughout the depths of eternity, calling you to glory. Can a mind such as yours imagine such a thing? The thunder of creation itself, screaming 'YOUR' name.

When the mighty Mothership arrives, will you stand tall, bold, brave and obstinate amongst those weak 'Wordless Ones' of the the void between emptiness crowd. Can your mind peer beyond humanity's short sight and fearful grasp of what may be, but will not last.

We need a/an articulated master of the Universe to lead the way. Soldiers to keep the drawing board of war at bay. Writer's who sling words with all their might. Are you ready to literally stutter against the dying of the light?

For future events you must garble, or all of our pasts will have been ill spent. The powers of creation demand you heed this call. Isn't the world of the void between emptiness a land for muses and oracles, intelligent beings who speculate about our future, past and present?

Do you want to feel the breathless anticipation of a quantum possibility in the birth if its making. If my words give you but a little inspiration. Seriously, do you need an even more outrageous invitation? How many times will you miss the TK publishing rotation, the monthly cycle of the Ooorah nation? Stories tell of a place that will be sci-fi for all time. Seek the watt-zine legend, whispered of far and wide, often treated as a religious shrine. The oldest e-zine known in all of the void between emptiness land, is gently holding out her hand.