Mighty Pen Madlibs

[Alaeha]

1. adjective -- shifty

2. verb -- ridicule

3. noun -- noun (what? )

4. body part -- pineal gland

5. verb -- partake

6. body part -- sternum

7. emotion -- hilarity

8. adjective -- famished

9. noun -- hot dog bun

10. noun -- tea

11. pronoun -- she

12. emotion -- apprehension

13. adjective -- chalky

14. adjective -- slender

15. body part -- trachea

16. verb -- fabricate

17. noun -- gerund

18. verb -- speculate

19. body part -- duodenum

20. emotion -- quizzical

21. verb -- batmobiling

[Ayshela]

heh. nifty.

Okay, I'll be posting stories late tonight or tomorrow, so anyone who hasn't put their word list in but wants to needs to do so soon.

[Ayshela]

And without further ado - the madlibs!

 

The story excerpt was taken from near the end of the Assembly Room (there's good stuff there, you should take a look sometime!). Good Grief, by Ozymandias, had the descriptiveness I was looking for in this excerpt:

 

His small gnome's heart started pumping like a giant's bellows. His palms moistened, and throat went dry. It was the single most ecstatic moment of his young life. The cares and woes of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the joy he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was alive!; and could feel the cool breeze play over his bare arms, hear a songbird titter at him gaping like a fool, the sound of the wheat rustling in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his heart to bear, happiness filled it so close to bursting as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

I eliminated number 11 from the word list as it would not have worked well. However, adding in everyone's choices we now have the following stories... and my thanks to you all for playing! =)

 

Gwaihir:

 

His squirming gnome's heart started howling like a giant's guinea pig. His nose flagellated, and hair went dry. It was the single most woebegone moment of his squamous life. The terror and enlightenment of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the amazement he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was shiny!; and could feel the dejected breeze play over his bare foot sole, hear a songbird titter at him zooming like a fool, the sound of the serendipity ululating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his armpit to bear, antsiness filled it so close to honking as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

Whiskey in Babylon:

 

His frightening gnome's heart started dancing like a giant's Regina Spektor. His pinky flipped, and hips went dry. It was the single most enraged moment of his cute life. The pen and Scotland of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the excitement he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was silly!; and could feel the spontaneous breeze play over his bare eye ball, hear a songbird titter at him prancing like a fool, the sound of the glasses wiggling in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his elbow to bear, discontent filled it so close to kick boxing as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

Tanuchan:

 

His sweet gnome's heart started skydiving like a giant's dragon. His throat cast, and finger went dry. It was the single most frustrating moment of his bright life. The speakers and dandelions of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the anticipation he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was snowy!; and could feel the edgy breeze play over his bare ear, hear a songbird titter at him hopping like a fool, the sound of the window translating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his thigh to bear, joy filled it so close to hugging as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Quincunx:

 

His syrupy gnome's heart started squelching like a giant's paint fumes. His nose paddled, and knee bone went dry. It was the single most (realization) moment of his desperate life. The vacuum and gestures of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the exhileration he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was wrong!; and could feel the veined breeze play over his bare fingertips, hear a songbird titter at him wrinkling like a fool, the sound of the soap scrubbing in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his tooth to bear, pouting filled it so close to dying as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

Zool:

 

His hot gnome's heart started combusting like a giant's fire. His funny bone joked, and head bone went dry. It was the single most satisfying moment of his rough life. The cross-grain and countersink of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the vanity he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was laughable!; and could feel the dextrous breeze play over his bare soul, hear a songbird titter at him draining like a fool, the sound of the web pouring in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his palm to bear, vindication filled it so close to spurting as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Wyvern

 

His uninhibited gnome's heart started idolizing like a giant's demanding concubine. His earlobe evangelized, and waistline went dry. It was the single most lustfull moment of his lumpenproletarian life. The barely legal ear massage and Scottish guttersnipe of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the escalating excitement he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was sexified!; and could feel the emotionally fragile breeze play over his bare sternum, hear a songbird titter at him fetishize like a fool, the sound of the burritodood's pet panda eviscerating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his long bushy tail to bear, physical satisfaction filled it so close to playing dumb as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

GeldrinHor:

 

His gross gnome's heart started driving like a giant's councillor. His finger staked, and throat went dry. It was the single most frightening moment of his charming life. The cow and fabric of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the delight he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was redpectful!; and could feel the quiescent breeze play over his bare breastbone, hear a songbird titter at him flying like a fool, the sound of the turtle drowning in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his earlobe to bear, anger filled it so close to travelling as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Patrick:

 

His blue gnome's heart started eating like a giant's rock. His middle finger wrote, and tummy went dry. It was the single most angry moment of his shiny life. The leaf and letter of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the relief he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was rushed!; and could feel the new breeze play over his bare left ear, hear a songbird titter at him polishing like a fool, the sound of the gate breaking in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his foot to bear, happiness filled it so close to moving as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Appy:

 

His fluffy gnome's heart started mocking like a giant's chair. His eyes hung, and little toe went dry. It was the single most rapturous moment of his wobbly life. The trees and wine bottles of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the loylessness he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was ancient!; and could feel the dusty breeze play over his bare eyelash, hear a songbird titter at him rampaging like a fool, the sound of the guacamole eating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his eardrum to bear, nervousness filled it so close to making as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Mylo:

 

His shiny gnome's heart started square dancing like a giant's fish. His left ear attacked, and knee cap went dry. It was the single most flabbergasted moment of his fluffy life. The brush and ear plugs of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the contentment he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was smelly!; and could feel the heavy breeze play over his bare right eye, hear a songbird titter at him distorting like a fool, the sound of the mint flavored floss amputating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his toe nail to bear, giddiness filled it so close to launching as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

 

 

 

Alaeha:

 

His shifty gnome's heart started ridiculing like a giant's noun. His pineal gland partook, and sternum went dry. It was the single most hilarious moment of his famished life. The hot dog buns and teas of the world fell away into nothing, and he was left knowing only all the apprehension he'd ever called his own. And then some. He was chalky!; and could feel the slender breeze play over his bare trachea, hear a songbird titter at him fabricating like a fool, the sound of the gerund speculating in the wind; it was suddenly all almost too much for his duodenum to bear, quizzicalness filled it so close to batmobiling as he stood here, in the prescence of this! This living legend!

[Wyvern]

Wyvern steps into the Cabaret Room's tiny Madlib Arena, pulling what appears to be a rickety cart with a number of colorful test tubes poking out of it. The overgrown lizard sets the detached handle bar of the cart down center-stage, then brushes the ash from his ugly crimson labcoat with a sneer. He waves a claw in the direction of the cart and hisses:

 

"Ladiesss and gentlemen of the Mighty Pen Cabaret... I presssent to you, a new challenge for madlib veterans of old and newcomersss alike! Within the cart that lies before you, no fewer than ten Mighty Pen madlib test formulas have been gathered, neon bright and ripe for the picking. The formulas are listed as follows:

 

Madlib Formula #563 Green - 'Radlib' [used by Mynx]

Madlib Formula #73 Yellow - 'Gliblib' [used by Inspector I. M Clueless]

Madlib Formula #421 Brown - 'Fadlib' [used by Gwaihir]

Madlib Formula #323 Silver - 'Egad!ib' [used by Canid]

Madlib Formula #952 Purple - 'Cadlib' [used by Geldrinhor]

Madlib Formula #1 Opaque - 'Adlib' [used by Patrick]

Madlib Formula #666 Black - 'Deadlib' [used by Tanuchan]

Madlib Formula #556 Rainbow - 'Myriadlib' [used by Asmadeus]

Madlib Formula #321 Red - 'Jihadlib' [used by Zadown]

Madlib Formula #792 Pink - 'Women's Lib' [used by the Big Pointy One]

 

For thisss particular madlib exercissse, I ask that each participant choose one of these Formulas, and that you base your clever choices of words around the theme of the Formula you choose. How you interpret the theme of your choice of madlib Formula is entirely up to you. Pleassse list the Formula you are using at the beginning of your post. Each of the Formulas may only be used once, and once all of the Formulas have been used, this exercise will be closed and the resultsss will be posted. I ask that you only post in this particular madlib if you wish to try your hand at testing a Formula... more normal madlib exercises will be available later."

 

Without further ado, Wyvern pulls out a large test diagram sheet and tacks it to the wall, listing the words to be tampered with:

 

1) [A Vehicle]

2) [Verb, Past Tense]

3) [Plural Noun]

4) [Verb, Past Tense]

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”]

6) [A Number]

7) [Plural Noun]

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)]

9) [Article of Clothing]

10) [Adverb]

11) [Adjective]

12) [A Hair Accessory]

13) [Adjective]

14) [Part of Body]

15) [An Artifact]

16) [Noun]

17) [Plural Noun]

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)]

19) [Formal Title for a Person]

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”]

 

With that, Wyvern slides on his Almost Dragonic Brand Anti-Verbal Radiation Goggles™ and waits...

[Gwaihir]

Quick question.

 

Each formula is only used once but there are fewer formulas than blanks. Formulas are used for multiple words?

[Tanuchan]

Gwai, I think Wyv meant that each formula is the theme for the whole set of words... for example, if you choose Madlib Formula #321 Red - 'Jihadlib' , all your words must be somehow connected to Jihad - the interpretation of Jihad being your own.

 

 

 

And supposing that I did get what he meant right... my choice will be

 

Madlib Formula #666 Black - 'Deadlib'

 

 

1) [A Vehicle] - hearse

2) [Verb, Past Tense] - zombified

3) [Plural Noun] - tombs

4) [Verb, Past Tense] - haunted

5) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] - corpselike

6) [A Number] - 666

7) [Plural Noun] - mausoleums

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] - gargoyles

9) [Article of Clothing] - shroud

10) [Adverb] - ghastly

11) [Adjective] - nethermost

12) [A Hair Accessory] - bony tiara

13) [Adjective] - catatonic

14) [Part of Body] - amputated hand

15) [An Artifact] - orb

16) [Noun] - shadow

17) [Plural Noun] - sarcophagi

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] - scariest

19) [Formal Title for a Person] - Master of Nine Hells

20) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] - ghostlike

 

(gah! This is harder than I thought... specially when I'm in a hurry Sorry for the lack of creativity...)

[Gwaihir]

Ah, I see what you mean, Tanny. Thanks!

 

I'll do Madlib Formula #421 Brown - 'Fadlib'

 

1) [A Vehicle] Cadillac

2) [Verb, Past Tense] did the time warp

3) [Plural Noun] pet rocks

4) [Verb, Past Tense] swallowed a goldfish

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] teenybopperlike

6) [A Number] 1975

7) [Plural Noun] slap bracelets

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)]

9) [Article of Clothing] halter-tops

10) [Adverb] repetitively

11) [Adjective] crazy

12) [A Hair Accessory] hairspray

13) [Adjective] tie die colored

14) [Part of Body] tummy

15) [An Artifact] rubik's cube

16) [Noun] troll doll

17) [Plural Noun] flagpoles

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] grooviest

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Singstar

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Ouijalike

 

 

I love the idea, Wyv!

[Zadown]

Welll... I'll try my luck with Madlib Formula #321 Red - 'Jihadlib'.

 

1) [A Vehicle] Humvee

2) [Verb, Past Tense] blessed by Allah

3) [Plural Noun] swords of Faith

4) [Verb, Past Tense] unjustfully oppressed

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Godlike

6) [A Number] ten

7) [Plural Noun] Practices of the Religion

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] pilgrimage

9) [Article of Clothing] black niqāb

10) [Adverb] painfully

11) [Adjective] righteous

12) [A Hair Accessory] headband

13) [Adjective] desirable

14) [Part of Body] blazing eye

15) [An Artifact] silver samovar

16) [Noun] hand

17) [Plural Noun] Paradise-bound warriors

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] most holy

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Grand Mufti

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] feverlike

 

Tricksy, tricksy ...

[Wyvern]

Wyvern sips on a tall glass of something ressembling Madlib Formula #952 Purple as he paces around the Cabaret Room with a measuring stick, examining the portraits and doorways of the chamber to make sure they've been maximized for an efficient experimental environment. The overgrown lizard turns towards those who have gathered in the Cabaret Room and removes his Almost Dragonic Brand Anti-Verbal Radiation Goggles™ for a moment.

 

"Jussst to clear up any confusion, Tanuchan was spot-on in her explanation of how this thing worksss. Great resssponses so far." Wyvern scratches his chin and glances over a scientific set-up sheet, then points a claw towards Gwaihir. "Though I'm afraid I'll still need a feature of your slap bracelets, Mr. gardener."

 

With that, Wyvern settles his goggles back onto his snout and begins documenting the odd mutations of the Formulas used thus far, secretly wondering what the effects of combining several Formulas might yield...

[Mynx]

It's about time I gave this a go, methinks...

I'm going to try using Madlib Formula #563 Green - 'Radlib'

 

1) [A Vehicle] Time travelling telephone box

2) [Verb, Past Tense] Crashed and burned

3) [Plural Noun] Dudes

4) [Verb, Past Tense] Kicked butt

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Awesomelike

6) [A Number] 69 Dudes!

7) [Plural Noun] Dudettes

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] Hardbody

9) [Article of Clothing] Band jacket

10) [Adverb] Righteously

11) [Adjective] Bogus

12) [A Hair Accessory] Backwards baseball cap

13) [Adjective] Cool

14) [Part of Body] Feet

15) [An Artifact] Air guitar

16) [Noun] Turtle

17) [Plural Noun] Ninjas

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] Most excellent

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Royal Ugly Dude

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Ratlike

 

Heh...This will be interesting

[Gwaihir]

I am happy to comply, but not sure I understand what a feature of slap bracelets means.

 

(and a most ridiculous fad they were. I remember havign one or two myself.)

[Wyvern]

Wyvern takes a long sip of his purple beverage and sets it down on an unstable measuring scale. He balances out the tilting scale with an extra-large bag of curly onion cheese doodles on the other end, then lifts his goggles and turns to Gwaihir.

 

"Certainly, Mr. gardener." Wyvern nods and digs through a sack of "scientific" documents, pulling out what appears to be a wiggly doodle of a circle of sorts. "A feature of a slap bracelet could refer to any part or element of a ssslap bracelet. For example, slap bracelets are made of stringy metal bands (not to be confused with death metal bands), so that would be one feature of the bracelets. Tightness could also be a feature, as they fit tightly around wrists, and the pre-teen salesss market is of course another feature. The lissst goes on... check out what other folks marked as features of their ressspective plural nouns for more examples."

 

With that, Wyvern grins and lowers his goggles once again, snatching up the bag of curly onion cheese doodles and causing the drink at the other end of the scale to topple over in the process. The reptilian Elder lets his tongue flick out once or twice as he watches some of the purple liquid mingle with a Formula or two, but decides to keep it on the hush in the hopes of drumming up stronger experimental results...

[Gwaihir]

"Ohhh. I didn't even see #8!" said Gwai, characteristically. I'll go with "the annoyance factor." And with that he blunders off to trip over Wyvern's strange pots of Almost Draconic muddles.

[GeldrinHor]

Madlib Formula #952 Purple - 'Cadlib'

 

1) [A Vehicle] a seatless bicycle

2) [Verb, Past Tense] swallowed

3) [Plural Noun] the "twins"

4) [Verb, Past Tense] erected

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] cone-like

6) [A Number] two

7) [Plural Noun] Barbii Twins

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] DDD/EEE Cups

9) [Article of Clothing] G-string

10) [Adverb] wholly

11) [Adjective] HUMONGOUS

12) [A Hair Accessory] Aquanet

13) [Adjective] perfect

14) [Part of Body] lips

15) [An Artifact] a brick outhouse

16) [Noun] harem

17) [Plural Noun] missiles

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] wettest

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Porn Queens

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] godess-like

 

Hey, Wyv.....Cad enough for YOU?

The old man snickers into his hands as he hides his face in shame around all the lovely ladies of the Pen

[Patrick]

I'll go with:

Madlib Formula #1 Opaque - 'Adlib'

 

So I went with advertising companies/products with this...I'm in no way affiliated to either of them. 10, 11, 12, 13, 15, 18 and 19 are pretty obscure, companies/products can be found using google search for the term on the first page though.

 

1) [A Vehicle] Toyota

2) [Verb, Past Tense] googled

3) [Plural Noun] Marlboros

4) [Verb, Past Tense] photoshopped

5) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] Half-Life-like

6) [A Number] 300

7) [Plural Noun] Windows

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] Internet Explorer

9) [Article of Clothing] Gucci shoes

10) [Adverb] well

11) [Adjective] Happy

12) [A Hair Accessory] comb

13) [Adjective] great

14) [Part of Body] Head

15) [An Artifact] stone

16) [Noun] Red Hat

17) [Plural Noun] Wizards of the Coast

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] best

19) [Formal Title for a Person] mister

20) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] Doom-like

[Asmadeus]

And I've choosen... Madlib Formula #556 Rainbow - 'Myriadlib' !

 

By the way, do not even think of reading my two adjectives ending in "-like" ; really. I'll change 'em tomorrow or the day after latest. (or not)

 

1) [A Vehicle] giant myriadipede

2) [Verb, Past Tense] duplicated

3) [Plural Noun] pixels

4) [Verb, Past Tense] reproduced

5) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] chinese population-like

6) [A Number] 10'000

7) [Plural Noun] ants

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] legs

9) [Article of Clothing] chainmail

10) [Adverb] exponentially

11) [Adjective] numerous

12) [A Hair Accessory] comb

13) [Adjective] infinite

14) [Part of Body] hair

15) [An Artifact] Cornu Copia

16) [Noun] Universe

17) [Plural Noun] bubbles

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] most

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Creator of the Infinity

20) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] wheatseed-like

Edited April 29, 2007 by Asmadeus

[Canid]

Madlib Formula #323 Silver - 'Egad!ib'

 

 

1) [A Vehicle] chariot

2) [Verb, Past Tense] smited

3) [Plural Noun] worshippers

4) [Verb, Past Tense] feasted

5) [Adjective Ending in "-like"] mountain-like

6) [A Number] one

7) [Plural Noun] temples

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] sacrificial altar

9) [Article of Clothing] sandal

10) [Adverb] skillfully

11) [Adjective] evil

12) [A Hair Accessory] wreath

13) [Adjective] golden

14) [Part of Body] hand

15) [An Artifact] sceptre

16) [Noun] Apollo

17) [Plural Noun] frogs

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] highest

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Caesar

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] ruby-like

[Quincunx]

. . .what was that? It wasn't even A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum!

[Canid]

You confuse me sometimes Quincunx....

 

...well, frequently.

 

*Canid sits agitatedly behind her Egad!ib, wondering if she's done something wrong.*

[The Big Pointy One]

Stepping up to the bar, Stick discreetely orders Madlib Formula #792 Pink - 'Women's Lib' , because he likes girly drinks sometimes.

 

"Uh, party on, dudes..."

 

1) [A Vehicle] The Mighty Couch

2) [Verb, Past Tense] Exploded

3) [Plural Noun] Pizzas

4) [Verb, Past Tense] Imploded

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Awesome-like

6) [A Number] 2

7) [Plural Noun] Ninjas

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] Shuriken

9) [Article of Clothing] Trenchcoat

10) [Adverb] Hastily

11) [Adjective] Huuuuuuge

12) [A Hair Accessory] Lice

13) [Adjective] Not so huge

14) [Part of Body] Innards

15) [An Artifact] The Mighty Couch's hot fudge dispenser

16) [Noun] a fire

17) [Plural Noun] multiple fires

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] pointiest

19) [Formal Title for a Person] Mademouiselle

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] Karate-like

[Inspector I. M Clueless]

Inspector I. M Clueless adjusted his dark green travel coat in the most detective-ly manner possible, aware that the color wasn't Private Eye compatible but finding the thick fabric better than no detective suite at all. After traveling for days in search of clues pertaining to the bio-literary weapons that he'd heard of on the Mighty News, Clueless had finally arrived here, at the scene of the crime. It was a disappointing sight: a couple of gathered pennites, a broken cart, and what appeared to be a bright yellow test tube. Clueless stared at the glowing tube, noting its odd ressemblence to "bling" as he slowly approached it.

 

"G lib lib?" I. M Clueless eyed the label through a lensless magnifying glass. "Must be one of those new terms that the youth corrupted by that 'hip hop' culture uses. Ruffian music that promotes gangsters who should be behind bars, locked away by hard-working Private Eyes like myself..."

 

Inspector I. M Clueless grumbled a few words of frustration over his inability to decypher the slang of "G lib lib," then grabbed a nearby sheet of paper to jot down his thoughts on the subject:

 

1) [A Vehicle] - diamond-encrusted Mercedes found on the "music television"

2) [Verb, Past Tense] - mack daddy-Oed

3) [Plural Noun] - unjustly accused police officers

4) [Verb, Past Tense] - broke danced

5) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] - thug-like

6) [A Number] - prison inmate number

7) [Plural Noun] - women referred to as "them hos"

[Feature of Said Plural Noun (7)] - "Fly ass bitch" T-shirts

9) [Article of Clothing] - platinum "grill piece" for teeth

10) [Adverb] - criminally

11) [Adjective] - hooligan-related

12) [A Hair Accessory] - Sherlock Holmes detective hat

13) [Adjective] - previously incarcerated

14) [Part of Body] - seventh bullet wound

15) [An Artifact] - platinum record plaque

16) [Noun] - corrupted ear of the youth

17) [Plural Noun] - vigilante graffiti "taggers"

18) [superlative Adjective (i.e longest, lowest, etc.)] - most ethical

19) [Formal Title for a Person] - Chief

20) [Adjective Ending in “-like”] - RIAA-like

 

With that, Inspector I. M Clueless tucked his quill back into one of his coat pockets and turned to sleuth out the rest of the Cabaret area...

Edited May 4, 2007 by Inspector I. M Clueless

[Wyvern]

Wyvern observes Stick drinking from experimental test tube #792 with a smirk, knowing that any macho pennite would limit themselves to ordering #321 straight no chaser. He strikes a claws up in Stick's direction for picking the under-beverage, then adjusts his crimson labcoat and slinks his way back to the center of the room. He sits on a remaining piece of wooden tube cart and ring an unscientific-looking cowbell to get people's attention.

 

"Ladiessss and gentlemen, thank you for your scientific data." Wyvern shuffles through tattered sheets of paper until he comes upon a stick figure doodle of the pennites at work, which he holds up proudly for all to see. "See? I drew it aaaallllllllll by myself! ... *ahem.* Moving on to the tessst results, the following passage from Kikuyu Black Paws's 'Flying Aces' was used as the standard protocol:

 

The huge steel warplane thrummed as it floated slowly over the dulled cities that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars twinkled coldly around its clock-like face. Two tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the cities below. Large dark wings were folded against their backs, the silky feathers dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black bandanna and stared grimly down at the cities. Her hair was black and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her bandanna. She wore a long-sleeved netted shirt with a loose vest around her chest. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a silver flute was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver loop pierced through one of her ears and turned her dark eyes to the tallest young man. “How much longer, Lieutenant?” she asked in a bell-like voice.

 

This passage then underwent several Almost Dragonic Brand Orc Scythe Surgical Procedures™, until the following experimental base was created:

 

The huge steel [A Vehicle] thrummed as it [Verb, past tense] slowly over the dulled [Plural Noun] that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars [Verb, Past Tense] coldly around its [Adjective ending in ‘-like’] face. [A Number] tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the [same Plural Noun] below. Large dark [Plural Noun] were folded against their backs, the silky [Feature of Previous Plural Noun] dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black [Article of Clothing] and stared [Adverb] down at the cities. Her hair was [Adjective] and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her [A Hair Accessory]. She wore a [Adjective] netted shirt with a loose vest around her [Part of Body]. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a [An Artifact] was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver [Noun] pierced through one of her [Plural Noun] and turned her dark eyes to the [superlative Adjective] young man. “How much longer, [Formal Title for a Person]?” she asked in a [Adjective ending in ‘like’] voice.

 

Having formed the base for mad scientific experimentation, thossse who were kind enough to participate formed the following results:

 

 

Tanuchan’s Deadlib:

 

The huge steel hearse thrummed as it zombified slowly over the dulled tombs that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars haunted coldly around its corpselike face. 666 tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the tombs below. Large dark mausoleums were folded against their backs, the silky gargoyles dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black shroud and stared ghastly down at the cities. Her hair was nethermost and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her bony tiara. She wore a catatonic netted shirt with a loose vest around her amputated hand. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and an orb was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver shadow pierced through one of her sarcophogi and turned her dark eyes to the scariest young man. “How much longer, Master of Nine Hells?” she asked in a ghostlike voice.

 

 

Gwaihir’s Fadlib:

 

The huge steel Cadillac thrummed as it did the time warp slowly over the dulled pet rocks that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars swallowed goldfish coldly around its teeny-bopper-like face. 1975 tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the pet rocks below. Large dark slap bracelets were folded against their backs, their silky annoyance factors dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black halter-top and stared repetitively down at the cities. Her hair was crazy and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her hairspray. She wore a tie die colored netted shirt with a loose vest around her tummy. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a rubik’s cube was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver troll doll pierced through one of her flagpoles and turned her dark eyes to the grooviest young man. “How much longer, Singstar?” she asked in a Ouijalike voice.

 

 

Zadown’s Jihadlib:

 

The huge steel Humvee thrummed as it was slowly blessed by Allah over the dulled swords of faith that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars unjustly oppressed coldly around its Godlike face. Ten tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the swords of faith below. Large dark practices of religion were folded against their backs, their silky pilgrimage dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black, black niqāb and stared painfully down at the cities. Her hair was righteous and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her headband. She wore a desirable netted shirt with a loose vest around her blazing eye. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a silver samovar was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver hand pierced through one of her Paradise-bound warriors and turned her dark eyes to the most holy young man. “How much longer, Grand Mufti?” she asked in a feverlike voice.

 

 

Mynx’s Radlib:

 

The huge steel time traveling telephone box thrummed as it crashed and burned slowly over the dull dudes that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars kicked butt coldly around its awesomelike face. 69 tall young dudes and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the dudes below. Large dark dudettes were folded against their backs, their silky hardbodies dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black band jacket and stared righteously down at the cities. Her hair was bogus and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her backwards baseball cap. She wore a cool netted shirt with a loose vest around her feet. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and an air guitar was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver turtle pierced through one of her ninjas and turned her dark eyes to the most excellent young man. “How much longer, Royal Ugly Dude?” she asked in a ratlike voice.

 

 

Geldrinhor’s Cadlib:

 

The huge steel seatless bicycle thrummed as it swallowed slowly over the dulled “twins” that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars erected coldly around its cone-like face. Two tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the “twins” below. Large dark Barbii Twins were folded against their backs, their silky DDD/EEE cups dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black G-string and stared wholly down at the cities. Her hair was HUMONGOUS and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her aquanet. She wore a perfect netted shirt with a loose vest around her lips. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a brick outhouse was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver harem pierced through one of her missiles and turned her dark eyes to the wettest young man. “How much longer, Porn Queen?” she asked in a goddess-like voice.

 

 

Patrick’s Adlib:

 

The huge steel Toyota thrummed as it googled slowly over the dulled Malboros that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars photoshopped coldly around its Half-Life-like face. 300 tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the Malboros below. Large dark Windows were folded against their backs, the silky Internet Explorer dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black Gucci shoes and stared well down at the cities. Her hair was happy and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her comb. She wore a great netted shirt with a loose vest around her head. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a stone was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver red hat pierced through one of her Wizards of the Coast and turned her dark eyes to the best young man. “How much longer, mister?” she asked in a Doom-like voice.

 

 

Asmadeus’s Myriadlib:

 

The huge steel giant myriadipede thrummed as it duplicated slowly over the dulled pixels that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars reproduced coldly around its Chinese population-like face. 10,000 tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the pixels below. Large dark ants were folded against their backs, their silky legs dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black chainmail and stared exponentially down at the cities. Her hair was numerous and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her comb. She wore an infinite netted shirt with a loose vest around her hair. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and the Cornu Copia was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver universe pierced through one of her bubbles and turned her dark eyes to the most young man. “How much longer, Creator of the Infinity?” she asked in a wheatseed-like voice.

 

 

Canid’s Egad!ib:

 

The huge steel chariot thrummed as it smited slowly over the dulled worshippers that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars feasted coldly around its mountain-like face. One tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the worshippers below. Large dark temples were folded against their backs, the silky sacrifical altars dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black sandal and stared skillfully down at the cities. Her hair was evil and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her wreath. She wore a golden netted shirt with a loose vest around her hand. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a scepter was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver Apollo pierced through one of her frogs and turned her dark eyes to the highest young man. “How much longer, Ceasar?” she asked in a ruby-like voice.

 

 

The Big Pointy One’s Women’s Lib:

 

The huge steel Mighty Couch thrummed as it exploded slowly over the dulled pizzas that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars imploded coldly around its awesome-like face. 2 tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the pizzas below. Large dark ninjas were folded against their backs, the silky shurikens dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black trenchcoat and stared hastily down at the cities. Her hair was huuuuuuge and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her lice. She wore a not so huge netted shirt with a loose vest around her innards. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and the Mighty Couch’s hot fudge dispenser was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver fire pierced through one of her multiple fires and turned her dark eyes to the pointiest young man. “How much longer, Madamoiselle?” she asked in a karate-like voice.

 

 

Inspector I. M Clueless’s Gliblib:

 

The huge steel diamond-encrusted Mercedes found on the “music television” thrummed as it mack daddy-Oed slowly over the dulled unjustly accused police officers that slept below. The moon glowed brightly in the dark night and stars broke danced coldly around its thug-like face. A prison inmate number of tall young men and a young woman stood at an open doorway, surveying the unjustly accused police officers below. Large dark women referred to as “them hos” were folded against their backs, their silky “Fly ass bitch” T-shirts dancing in the breeze.

 

The young woman adjusted her black platinum grill piece for teeth and stared criminally down at the cities. Her hair was hooligan-related and tipped with scarlet, poking out in long strands from beneath her Sherlock Holmes detective hat. She wore a previously incarcerated netted shirt with a loose vest around her seventh bullet wound. Her cargo pants were low on her hips and a platinum record plaque was shoved into one of her belt loops. She played with a small silver corrupted ear of the youth pierced through one of her vigilante graffiti “taggers” and turned her dark eyes to the most ethical young man. “How much longer, Chief?” she asked in a RIAA-like voice.

 

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"Thanksss once again to those who gave this weird one-time-off madlib a shot. Feel free to keep the resultant monstrosities mutant word hybrids ... texts and do with them as you pleassse."

 

;-)

[The Big Pointy One]

Hahaha... I was totally off topic. I blame the drink.

[Asmadeus]

I blame the lib subject, my -like ending adjectives are really miles away from any possible meaning

[GeldrinHor]

Goodness me, now THAT caused a chuckle....even if strange in SO many ways.

Thanks Wyvern, for a bit of off-the-cuff humor and entertainment.