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Sometimes, when I'm hunting that blasted ditzy road-runner, I can't beleive what good luck he has. It doesn't matter how many acme products I drop on him, or throw at him, or try to use to catch him, he always get away at the last moment. The worst was that damn tunnel I painted on the side of a hill...it looked so realistic with an ogee edge around it, that he was even actually able to go right through it.
Affirmation.
Appalachian.
Aggravation.
Sentence game
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Affirmation
Appalation
Aggravation
As if in affirmation and exaltation, the screaming engine gave one last belch of oily black smoke before the last ridge of iron rock and ice passed undetered scant meters below the hull.
The muscles under Captain Arflane's beard had cramped his jaw in a mad grin, the thews of his arms burned with agony, but slowly, he began to relax his grip on the wheel as he realised he'd hauled this old heap over Hespont-Wall as indomitably high as the Appalachian Mountains of home.
Near the tafferel Baron Ukoviu's growing aggravation with the whole voyage had long passed its limits and with his head bowed he now turned and went below decks leaving the rest of the crew to watch as the ship slowly swung into a long glide down towards the desert plain lying shimmering beneath the twins suns, Castor and Pollux, and the glittering spires and towers in the far distance that was the Daidlass City - home of the Calif Ben Hassan, Overlord Of All That Is Blue, and father to the adorable Princess Noufiuv.
Sunset
Underlings
Nkrumah
Appalation
Aggravation
As if in affirmation and exaltation, the screaming engine gave one last belch of oily black smoke before the last ridge of iron rock and ice passed undetered scant meters below the hull.
The muscles under Captain Arflane's beard had cramped his jaw in a mad grin, the thews of his arms burned with agony, but slowly, he began to relax his grip on the wheel as he realised he'd hauled this old heap over Hespont-Wall as indomitably high as the Appalachian Mountains of home.
Near the tafferel Baron Ukoviu's growing aggravation with the whole voyage had long passed its limits and with his head bowed he now turned and went below decks leaving the rest of the crew to watch as the ship slowly swung into a long glide down towards the desert plain lying shimmering beneath the twins suns, Castor and Pollux, and the glittering spires and towers in the far distance that was the Daidlass City - home of the Calif Ben Hassan, Overlord Of All That Is Blue, and father to the adorable Princess Noufiuv.
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I was enjoying a peaceful sunset at home on my balcony when my phone rang.
It was one of my underlings with alarming news.
He had just heard from one of his sources that "Nkrumah" was in fact not (as we had surmised) the word of command for the Demondim-spawn Vain, but the surname of a West African politician of the late fifties.
dissatisfaction
mononucleosis
keelhaul
It was one of my underlings with alarming news.
He had just heard from one of his sources that "Nkrumah" was in fact not (as we had surmised) the word of command for the Demondim-spawn Vain, but the surname of a West African politician of the late fifties.
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A bar of green lights illuminated the com-screen from which a grinning Count Nkrumah greeted them with much aplomb and apologetic diplomacy possible for such a man, and, without any more dissatisfaction Arflane drove the truck through the open gates onto the courtyard (of Infromation Retreaval and Adjustments), with a satisfiing hissing of brakes.
As the two men climbed down from the cabin a crane was already lifting the house from the trailer, which left nothing more than to hand over the arrest sheet and the sealed mononucleosis cannister to the heavily armed guard.
At seeing the cannister Brind gaped with amazement, and slapping the Captain on the back announced, (between fits of laughter), that he would have prefered to keelhaul the Prince rather than attempt Hespont-Wall, but, given the circumstances had to admit that it was his turn to buy the Captain a drink.
Aristocracy
Dissassociation
100% Proof
As the two men climbed down from the cabin a crane was already lifting the house from the trailer, which left nothing more than to hand over the arrest sheet and the sealed mononucleosis cannister to the heavily armed guard.
At seeing the cannister Brind gaped with amazement, and slapping the Captain on the back announced, (between fits of laughter), that he would have prefered to keelhaul the Prince rather than attempt Hespont-Wall, but, given the circumstances had to admit that it was his turn to buy the Captain a drink.
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Count Nkrumah, the least well-known of the 13 surviving members of the Tao Johannes Consortium aristocracy, was also the most dangerous inhabitant of the maximum-security Southern Hemisphere Culture Zoo...
"That primitive bastard," the Captain hissed and slurred, "not only gets cross-bred with all the other Cult exhibits, he's immune from the Dissasociation Implant procedure because they're afraid they'll set off his Body Nuke."
"100% proof," Brind snorted, "that we're just as selfish as we ever were, or they'd set him off and be done with it."
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"That primitive bastard," the Captain hissed and slurred, "not only gets cross-bred with all the other Cult exhibits, he's immune from the Dissasociation Implant procedure because they're afraid they'll set off his Body Nuke."
"100% proof," Brind snorted, "that we're just as selfish as we ever were, or they'd set him off and be done with it."
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[spoiler]Sig-man, Libtard, Stupid piece of shit. change your text color to brown. Mr. Reliable, bullshit-slinging liarFucker-user.[/spoiler]
the difference between evidence and sources: whether they come from the horse's mouth or a horse's ass.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
the hyperbole is a beauty...for we are then allowed to say a little more than the truth...and language is more efficient when it goes beyond reality than when it stops short of it.
the difference between evidence and sources: whether they come from the horse's mouth or a horse's ass.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
the hyperbole is a beauty...for we are then allowed to say a little more than the truth...and language is more efficient when it goes beyond reality than when it stops short of it.
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I lurched across the waterless, shadeless, desert hard-pan, scorched relentlessly by the sun's ubiquitous rays. I needed water badly, but like a fool, I had used up all I had for my morning ablutions, and saved none for slaking my thirst. I could stagger no further, falling face first onto the featureless plain and lay motionless and fevered; my final febrile thoughts dwelling on my self-inflicted but condign fate.
EDIT: Oops. I forgot to add the follow-up words for the next poster.
Dandelion
Skraelings
Portmanteau
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Skraelings
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I awoke with the taste of dandelion wine on my scorched and cracked lips. And if this was'nt enough of a surprise, the man leaning over me was obviously one of the Skraelings from the fabled nomadic tribes that lived in the deep desert.
I was laying in the shade of an open portmanteau, from which displayed all manner of multicoloured glass bottles and vails, and curious articles of weaponry.
Sylvan
Aliasing
Teapoy
I've edited the word sylvanus. I'd plucked it out of the dictionary, but having looked it up on wikipedia and seeing that he wasn't a panpipe player but a naked bloke, I thought it best to change it so as not to put anyone off.
I was laying in the shade of an open portmanteau, from which displayed all manner of multicoloured glass bottles and vails, and curious articles of weaponry.
Sylvan
Aliasing
Teapoy
I've edited the word sylvanus. I'd plucked it out of the dictionary, but having looked it up on wikipedia and seeing that he wasn't a panpipe player but a naked bloke, I thought it best to change it so as not to put anyone off.
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I was really hoping someone else would tackle this obscure trio! 
Sylvan
Aliasing
Teapoy
The dappled sunlight filtering through the sylvan dome of my virtual treehouse suddenly disturbed me. The unnatural distortion of both light and sound could only mean that my simulation wasn't going to fool anyone, least of all the sophisticated entities I was trying to imprison within it - I'd need far more bandwidth if I was to diminish this aliasing with higher resolution. Perhaps Krazy Kat would be able to help me solve the problem, but she* hadn't spoken to me since I (barbarously, according to her) used my antique teapoy to support a humidor of Cuban cigars instead of a tea service.
* Apologies to Krazy Kat if she is a he!
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Sylvan
Aliasing
Teapoy
The dappled sunlight filtering through the sylvan dome of my virtual treehouse suddenly disturbed me. The unnatural distortion of both light and sound could only mean that my simulation wasn't going to fool anyone, least of all the sophisticated entities I was trying to imprison within it - I'd need far more bandwidth if I was to diminish this aliasing with higher resolution. Perhaps Krazy Kat would be able to help me solve the problem, but she* hadn't spoken to me since I (barbarously, according to her) used my antique teapoy to support a humidor of Cuban cigars instead of a tea service.
* Apologies to Krazy Kat if she is a he!
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Being the most forgiving person imaginable, I suggest the easiest way to solve this problem is to use a new invention of mine that I call the Strumpet.
I've attached 12 banjo strings and 3 di'marzio pick-ups to a set of bagpipes which have been patched into a 100W Marshall Stack (with sychronised sound to light conversion system E7000) via a 25 key midi keyboard and a Honner wha-wha pedal and overdrive distortion box, of which I'm sure, this will generate the precise range of harmonic frequencies needed to correct the misalignment - and which I must add, that this instrument has an interesting by-product which seems to have a metamorphous reaction to the growth cells in the tiller of most common grasses, causing it to produce a yield of strange and delicious fruit - cross between a strawberry and a melon.
Anyway, I hope this helps and that you enjoy the fruit - which I've been told, have the most excellent curative properties for postprandial sugar loss!
Be-bop
Aeolian
Peashooter
I've attached 12 banjo strings and 3 di'marzio pick-ups to a set of bagpipes which have been patched into a 100W Marshall Stack (with sychronised sound to light conversion system E7000) via a 25 key midi keyboard and a Honner wha-wha pedal and overdrive distortion box, of which I'm sure, this will generate the precise range of harmonic frequencies needed to correct the misalignment - and which I must add, that this instrument has an interesting by-product which seems to have a metamorphous reaction to the growth cells in the tiller of most common grasses, causing it to produce a yield of strange and delicious fruit - cross between a strawberry and a melon.
Anyway, I hope this helps and that you enjoy the fruit - which I've been told, have the most excellent curative properties for postprandial sugar loss!
Be-bop
Aeolian
Peashooter
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Incorporating Krazy Kat's newly invented strumpet (featuring 12 banjo strings and 3 di'marzio pick-ups attached to a set of bagpipes patched into a 100W Marshall Stack (with sychronised sound to light conversion system E7000) via a 25 key midi keyboard and a Honner wha-wha pedal and overdrive distortion box) into our Be-bop-Deluxe tribute band seemed like a good idea at the time.
However, the bagpipes portion of that Rubegoldbergian instument produced a swirling wind that set up harmonic resonances in the back-up band's Aeolian Harp that in turn caused our bass player to fall out of tempo with our cover of Maid in Heaven.
That didn't go over well with the rowdy crowd, and the contingent of Samoan bikers in the back of the hall began heckling us mercilessly with cat-calls and pelting us with well-aimed peashooter ammo.
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balderdash
thresher
However, the bagpipes portion of that Rubegoldbergian instument produced a swirling wind that set up harmonic resonances in the back-up band's Aeolian Harp that in turn caused our bass player to fall out of tempo with our cover of Maid in Heaven.
That didn't go over well with the rowdy crowd, and the contingent of Samoan bikers in the back of the hall began heckling us mercilessly with cat-calls and pelting us with well-aimed peashooter ammo.
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Ah...the charismatic Bill Nelson has been a massive influence on the way that I play so it's good to hear him mentioned.
It seems that the more obscure and unrelated the three words are, the more they seem (at least on my part) to throw up sentences of complete nonsense and utter balderdash!
Anyway, to return to the 'Sentence Game' here are three more words to chuck into the thresher.
Apogee
Perigee
Palomino
It seems that the more obscure and unrelated the three words are, the more they seem (at least on my part) to throw up sentences of complete nonsense and utter balderdash!
Anyway, to return to the 'Sentence Game' here are three more words to chuck into the thresher.
Apogee
Perigee
Palomino
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looks like it's just you and me, Krazy Kat. Everyone else appears only to be up for playing those mindless and SPAMMY one word answer games. 
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"The moment we've all been waiting for is at hand, my friends," said danlo to the denizens of Kevin's Watch, "the Earth in its orbit about the Sun is on the verge of apogee, and the Moon is..."
"The Moon's orbit of the Earth is on the brink of perigee!" interrupted wayfriend excitedly.
danlo took the interruption in stride and finished, "Yes, the alignments are in place, the signs drawn, the incantations soon to be uttered; nothing can now stop us from alchemically converting this mundane palomino into a Ranyhyn of the Land!"
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"The moment we've all been waiting for is at hand, my friends," said danlo to the denizens of Kevin's Watch, "the Earth in its orbit about the Sun is on the verge of apogee, and the Moon is..."
"The Moon's orbit of the Earth is on the brink of perigee!" interrupted wayfriend excitedly.
danlo took the interruption in stride and finished, "Yes, the alignments are in place, the signs drawn, the incantations soon to be uttered; nothing can now stop us from alchemically converting this mundane palomino into a Ranyhyn of the Land!"
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Anna was very nervous--it was her first journey to another continent, and her first time on a plane all at once. Her boyfriend, Mark, had assured her that Continental Airlines was a reliable company and she had nothing to worry about. That was before she discovered the unpleasant fact that the man in the seat next to her was incontinent--it was a very long flight.
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Norman had been raised by his brilliant parents on a steady diet of philosophy and astrophysics. His only escape from the nearly constant intellectual stimulus was crème brulee. When he pursued a career in cooking against his parent’s wishes, he struggled to see himself as the protagonist in his own life and not a self-saboteur.
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Impressive alliteration, StevieG!
It was nearly midnight, and Sarah was still awake, pondering her latest homework assignment. How could she finish writing her poem, if she couldn't even come up with a good rhyme? As hard and as long as she thought, she was unable to come up with a word that rhymed with trampoline.
brioche
myopia
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It was nearly midnight, and Sarah was still awake, pondering her latest homework assignment. How could she finish writing her poem, if she couldn't even come up with a good rhyme? As hard and as long as she thought, she was unable to come up with a word that rhymed with trampoline.
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