Paper Telephone.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Okay, I've sent the picture to TheGreatElvenWarrior and Volo. I told the former to send her sentence to both Volo and Eönwë so we can keep this train wreck a rolling!

Took me a while to think up a picture to go with Volo's sentence, but I hope the results aren't too weird... I'll be interested to see how much of it survives until the end.

[TheGreatElvenWarrior]

Sent my sentence to Eonwe... finally. Hookbill's picture was... interesting.

[Volo]

Ok, we're back! Thanks Sir Hook and Lady Great!

[Aganzir]

Funny.

Count me in.

[Eönwë]

Sorry! I was away from my computer until late today. Consider it done by the end of tomorrow.

[TheGreatElvenWarrior]

I hope this one doesn't take as long as the last game...

[Laurinquë]

May I join?

[Volo]

Hookbill - draw
TheGreatElvenWarrior - write
Eönwë - draw
Four men to kill - write
Naz - draw
A Little Green - write
Beregond - draw
THE Ka - write
Nogrod - draw
Legate - write
Lommy - draw
Oddwen - write
Aganzir - draw

Hookbill - write
TheGreatElvenWarrior - draw
Eönwë - write
Four men to kill - draw
Naz - write
A Little Green - draw
Beregond - write
THE Ka - draw
Nogrod - write
Legate - draw
Lommy - write
Oddwen - draw
Aganzir - write

Dear Ka, could you send the sentence to me too, please?

[Volo]

Magical words were painted in the sky with glue.

Gandalf the Thin became the leader of them all, or so they thought.

Hookbill took out his copy of The Downer, put it into a cettle, stired and poured the content on a passing dog, which took the following shape.



TheGreatElvenWarrior was horrified by Hookbill's utterly immoral deed and yelled not knowing who would hear her.

The Phantom and Alien look in as the wizards have their weight loss challenge, and it is made out that Radagast the obese has eatten the blue wizards.

Eönwë heard and immediately created an advertisment for pork thus conquering half the world.



Formendacil saw the ad and decided to fight evil by telling the truth to the local press.

Alatar and Pallando take Radagast the Corpulent's fitness program and try and burn away the colours to become the next white wizards.

Naz overheard Formendacil and got inspired to form an utterly useless band which took the following as its stage perfermance.

[Volo]

Like the careful reader might have guessed, Oddwen was behind it all (the bars too) and what a terror she created. Oh dear, oh dear...

Gandalf's foray into the grand world of M-eBay is far more successful than he had ever planned, and the business reasons for the "lucky 13" is made clear.

Aganzir had the good sense to join Oddwen's cause, for now, and bring the terror into visual form.



The cheery lad next door, being none other than Hookbill, took out his copy of The Downer and was amused to no end. His amusement made the sky split.

Despite his usual good nature, Gandalf thought things had gone too far when, returning from a weekend in Gondor, he found that his computer had held a birthday party without him. He grinned as he sent his complaints to the National Party Association; knowing that his childish blanket would comfort him until he got a reply.

TheGreatElvenWarrior had waited for this moment and as soon as the sky split, she left her note and flew away into a parallel world.



Eönwë mistook TGEW for a certain hairy gentleman and wrote a story about it. Later he was mistaken for Eonwe and awarded a Nobel Prize for literature.

In a strange, blurry parallel universe, Gandalf comforts himself with his childish towel during his 1st birthday, after coming off an aeroplane from Beige City, Gondor. Why the mysterious "EL" corporation are waiting for his reply to present to the "Complaints Office National Party Association" remains a mystery.

Formendacil had nothing to do, so he drew a picture of his cellar.

[Volo]

Naz tried to call his friends to let him out of the cellar, but nasty things occured.

In an alternate dimension, a high-class wizard enjoys his first cake of the season, whilst the disgruntled members of the Elven League come away from the NPA's complaint office, having thoroughly confusing it.

A Little Green ate shrimps when someone called her. While she was discussing grave matters, her shrimps decided to have their revenge and transformed into a painting.



Beregond escaped from jail and would have become a criminal mastermind if he had read newspapers and known that the mafia had now become the government. He become a national hero instead and saved the world with his wit.

The NPA Complaint Office confuse themselves as Pallando, resplendent in designer robe and oblivious to growing tension between Elrond and Celebrian, enjoys his cake.

THE Ka liked the new government no more than the preveous since the ban on her paintings hadn't been lifted. Not that it stopped her from painting.



Nogrod's land of On was sieged by painters armed with THE Ka's paintings. He sounded the ear phones of war.

In Dol Guldur "complaint office" Sauron dismisses Galadriel's and Elrond's complaints over his ring-policies as mere whining and enjoys the cake of power.

Legate thought of paiting the great battle of On but was slightly too metaphorical about it when he did what he had to.

[Volo]

Originally Posted by Eönwë

Sorry! I was away from my computer until late today. Consider it done by the end of tomorrow.

Not to sound rude, but when should I consider it sent?

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Volo

Not to sound rude, but when should I consider it sent?

Yes (not that that was part of the deal, though )