[Forum Event] MAD LIBS BLITZ!

[Azure]

You are standing inside of [TEM SHOP]. There is a [COUNTER]. It is [CHEAP]. There are [iTEMS]. Bright [POTIONS]. Countless [NEWSPAPERS]. The [TEMMIE]. A few of the [WAIFUS]. Small [SPELLGEMS]. [ENCHANTING]. [NERFED].

[Nova]

may as well move mine here.

You are standing inside of [there, you realize]. There is a [someone who is just like you]. It is [trying to make history]. There are [no one to judge the right from wrong]. Bright [guards are down I think we'll both agree]. Countless [violence]. The [violence breeds more violence]. A few of the [violence breed yet more violence]. Small [end]. [it has to]. [be this way].

[Repth]

You are standing inside of [outer centrum epsilon]. There is a [beeping red light on the control panel before you]. It is [screaming, begging for attention]. There are [only a few waking moments left for you, though you do not realize this]. Bright [lights from outside suddenly break through the hull as you enter Cordillera's atmosphere]. Countless [lights and alarm sirens begin to ring out as you maintain the controls]. The [air pressure drops violently and you struggle to stay put]. A few of the [other engineers beside you lose their footing and get sucked out through a now prominent hole at the ship's far end]. Small [veins of frost begin growing on the outside of your faceplate]. [You're unable to see anything as you're finally dragged towards the gaping hole in the hull]. [The back of your head comes into contact with a hard metal and your eyes close for the last time].

[Alkasyn]

Well, I'll try to make a serious one:

You are standing inside of a small dome. There is a an airlock door here. It is open. There are lights here. Bright lights that flicker in countless eyes. Countless horrors. The forgotten. A few of them shamble toward you. Small motes of frost are visible on the dome's surface. It is cold and empty here. You feel like you don't belong.

[Badziew]

You are standing inside of [giant washing machine]. There is a [giant stack of dirty laundry]. It is [nauseatingly smelly]. There are [even some bugs crawling on it]. Bright [alarm light shines]. Countless [emergency sirens wail]. The [machine starts to wash]. A few of the [rotations and machine is full of foam]. Small [mercy you did not drown along the bugs]. [Although it was close]. [Really close].

[Goliath]

Someone here should get the reference

You are standing inside of [TABLE]. There is a [TABLE]. It is [TABLE]. There are [TABLE]. Bright [TABLE]. Countless [TABLE]. The [TABLE]. A few of the [TABLE]. Small [TABLE]. [TABLE]. [TABLE].

[Repth]

Someone here should get the reference

You are standing inside of [TABLE]. There is a [TABLE]. It is [TABLE]. There are [TABLE]. Bright [TABLE]. Countless [TABLE]. The [TABLE]. A few of the [TABLE]. Small [TABLE]. [TABLE]. [TABLE].

YOU WANTED TO!

[Repth]

Well folks, Carousel Station has launched. Thanks for those who participated here and gave us some little stories to read. Feel free to post more. Not for credits, simply prestige.

[Alkasyn]

Well, I'll try to make a serious one:

You are standing inside of a small dome. There is a an airlock door here. It is open. There are lights here. Bright lights that flicker in countless eyes. Countless horrors. The forgotten. A few of them shamble toward you. Small motes of frost are visible on the dome's surface. It is cold and empty here. You feel like you don't belong.

I feel like I was relatively accurate. Good job me