Kevin's Watch

Dragonlily wrote:Drachm Discrete Metaphor

unilateral phantasmagoric hyacinth

Analyzing a drachm of hyacinth colored fluid found among a passenger’s belongings, one scientist began to dream forbidden dreams. His microscope showed a phantasmagoric combination of hallucinogens, in so many discrete forms that once they entered a human body, no one could possibly identify and counter them all in time. Here might be his opportunity for unilateral havoc among his employers, or – he paused and thought – it might be a metaphor for the hell his life would become if he were caught.

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egret
forewarning

foist ziggurat arrowed

Both sets of parents were busy haggling over the as-yet unsigned marriage contract, each trying to foist absurd conditions and escape clauses on the other. Oblivious to this cynicism, the young newlyweds sliced into the chaotic ziggurat of angel food and fondant. The wedding attendants, all older siblings of the happy couple, arrowed toward the alcohol, patently ignoring their new in-laws.

subordinate ordinary alloyed

subordinate ordinary alloyed
The Colonel looked him squarely in the face, "I cannot tolerate such disobedience from my subordinates!", he was furious!
"Especially not from you, imagine what the ordinary soldiers would think if I let you get away with this!", he sighed in resignation.
"But the general seems to think you had a justification for your actions and he's ordered me to let you off, BUT THIS DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT ALLOYED... I mean annoyed with you, and wipe that grin off your face!"

Resignation Cornea Amplitude

Well, I would have welcomed Nathan to the game, but -- look at all those commas!

There's a rule about commas? The instruction post said nothing about commas...

Commas are a necessary piece of punctuation when writing direct speech (unless you want to use full stops)

Nathan wrote:(unless you want to use full stops)

There ya go. You actually wrote 8 sentences, not 3. Wassa matta? Can't think small?

Resignation Cornea Amplitude

I sighed with resignation. My affronted cornea slowly recovered from the glare. The amplitude of punctuation still beat upon my closed eyelids.

angelic
circulate
formulation

How very hypocritical of you.

May I draw your attention to this?

“Gentlemen, please give a hand of welcome to our new C.E.O., Bill White, whose tenure, we are certain, will enhance the reputation of our company for striking quickly at the most promising opportunities.”

“Thank you, fellow employees of Venge & Revenge. As you know, the Family we serve believes that the art of death should be handled by happy, highly trained professionals, who plume themselves on taking a relaxed, playful approach to getting the job done right.”

10 commas, as opposed to my 6. Absurd...

Let's not let this get into an argument. The rule is one sentence per game word. I was trying to jokingly point out that you were running multiple sentences together and calling them one sentence, which I assumed you were doing to get a rise out of us, so I responded in kind.

The Colonel looked him squarely in the face, <sentence break> "I cannot tolerate such disobedience from my subordinates!", <sentence break> he was furious!
"Especially not from you, <sentence break> imagine what the ordinary soldiers would think if I let you get away with this!", <sentence break> he sighed in resignation.
"But the general seems to think you had a justification for your actions and he's ordered me to let you off, <sentence break> BUT THIS DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT ALLOYED... I mean annoyed with you, and wipe that grin off your face!"

Most of us have been known to fudge this just a tad, but whoa!

Yours was funny. Please please please. It's silly to have an argument about this. Let's just play the game as it was meant to be played.

I had seen no evidence that I was not allowed to form compound sentences using commas. Your Drachm Discrete Metaphor is a prime example of this. It countained 7 sentences. Why should I be criticised when I was only following by example?

angelic circulate formulation

With angelic grace, DW continued the sentence game. The comma controversy continued to circulate about him. Though wanting to remain neutral, he did note that the formulation of pleasing entries often defied brevity, despite the 3-sentence limitation.

vilify harmonious calliope

vilify harmonious calliope

It was a weird scene on national television when the two candidates resorted to petty attempts to vilify each other, as they shouted things like, "Your momma don't know commas!" and "You're the REAL comma terrorist!"

Things got even weirder when, disturbed by the rancor of the debate, the peace-loving Raelians intervened and zapped the candidates' brains with the gentle and harmonious sounds of Yanni.

Cured of their hate for each other, the candidates stopped their comma-fuelled invectives and instead played a coma-inducing concert of Yanni's music on keyboards and calliope, much to the chagrin of the thoroughly confused audience.

foghorn kriegspiel pertinacious

Flushing the hidden post.

You mean my post wasn't showing up? I'll be darned.

foghorn kriegspiel pertinacious

The referee's voice blared like a foghorn, startling the player out of his reverie with a reminder of whose turn it was. Too many possibilities, too many contingencies, thought the already-fatigued kriegspiel contender. The losing player, pertinacious soul that he was, kept busy by gridding the next move possibilities algebraically on a piece of scratch paper.

check tarnish umbrage

check tarnish umbrage

"I'm glad to finally be on television on the antiques roadshow to check the value of my beatiful silver plate!"
"Yes, I thought so, it's slightly tarnished on the bottom here, see? No, please, don't take umbrage because I'm sure the value will only be marginally decreased."

razed soliloquy balloon

The ghastly, cranking, splintering cacaphony of the wrecking ball which razed the quaint but crumbling old theater completely overwhelmed the quavering voice of the elderly actor standing upon the stage, delivering, for the last time, his heart-felt rendition of Hamlet's To Be or Not To Be soliloquy. As the old man uttered, "Ay...there's the rub...," the giant wrecking ball slammed through the wall, a gargantuan balloon of metal, and swept the old man abruptly from center stage and into the great final mystery...and the rest...was...silence....(for the old man, at least.)

perjury, hammock, marsupial

perjury hammock marsupial

"Sir, I take offense at your implication of perjury. As I said, I was taking a pleasant nap in my backyard hammock when the murder occurred. My joey would corroborate my assertion, but since he is a kangaroo and, despite what you may see in farcical movies, my marsupial does not speak."

cabbage fraudulent nubile

cabbage fraudulent nubile

"Yes, it was definitely caused by a cabbage."
"What? A fraudulent transaction enacted by a cabbage?"
"Er... Sorry, I thought we were talking about the nubile greengrocer case..."

amplification derogatory boomerang

amplification derogatory boomerang

Fresh from the gene-amplification machine, a batch of specially modified antibiotic resistant serum was accidentally spilled into the handwash sink. The newest assistant simply washed it down with tap water, muttering something derogatory in answer to the aghast exclamations from the others. This action would boomerang catastrophically in exactly two weeks, when the mutated snake-alligators would finally writhe their way up into the building toilets.

tremulous vagary rejoinders

tremulous vagary rejoinders

Standing before the headmaster's door, I steeled myself for the unpleasant encounter before me; my voice tremulous, I asked, "You sent for me, sir?"

"Ah, yes, indeed, Miss Chiyo," he replied, gazing, perhaps at me, perhaps at the wall to my left. It was difficult to tell given the fact that one of his eyes wandered incessently to the corner of its socket. "The staff tells me you've been caught wandering the grounds after midnight again--and giving them nothing but one vagary after another in response to their questions."

Before I got past the third sentence in my most recent creative excuse, involving space aliens and Bigfoot, he slammed the flat of his palm on his desk and said, "The TRUTH, Miss Chiyo! For once I want the truth and not one of your smarmy, impudent rejoinders!"


Brazil, cantaloupe, croquet mallet