Garren Jacobsen
Auror
Let's play a game to help get some creative juices flowing. Write an opening line. Not one that you have already written or one that you have read, but a whole new opening line. Have fun with it yall. Here are some of mine from games past:
"Have you ever been shot to death? I have. It's not as unpleasant as it sounds."
"Oooooooh, so that's what it's like to get struck by the wrath of God. Well, never doing that again."
"John thought it was just an expression. Of course, now he really sees that it isn’t an expression and going to Hell is very possible. He should have brought a water bottle. Idiot."
"There he sat, surrounded by a circle of salt and a bevy of crosses, the devil himself. Satan. Handcuffed to the interrogation table. Ah, Mr. Smith. Glad you could come. I need a strong defense attorney. You’re my man.”
"Carl Windemere lamented the Grim Reaper had turned vegan recently, it would have been great to share the meat tornado with his old friend. Oh well, Grimmy can just eat the damn salad for all he cared."
"Freddy beat his head against the desk and felt his headset slip a little each time. This was the hundredth time today he had to explain to some dumbass wood elf that no, computers don't run on magic and no you can't plug it into a tree. That will fry the system. Just plug it into the power outlet in your teeny ass San Franciscan apartment and it will work. No, Mr. Necromance, actual thumbs cannot be used as thumb drives for your Macbook."
"Mom always said that violence was never the answer. Apparently, Mom had never tried to talk to a hungry 10-foot tall troll terrorizing a dog park. Office Baggit has. It's bad advice, Mom."
"Have you ever been shot to death? I have. It's not as unpleasant as it sounds."
"Oooooooh, so that's what it's like to get struck by the wrath of God. Well, never doing that again."
"John thought it was just an expression. Of course, now he really sees that it isn’t an expression and going to Hell is very possible. He should have brought a water bottle. Idiot."
"There he sat, surrounded by a circle of salt and a bevy of crosses, the devil himself. Satan. Handcuffed to the interrogation table. Ah, Mr. Smith. Glad you could come. I need a strong defense attorney. You’re my man.”
"Carl Windemere lamented the Grim Reaper had turned vegan recently, it would have been great to share the meat tornado with his old friend. Oh well, Grimmy can just eat the damn salad for all he cared."
"Freddy beat his head against the desk and felt his headset slip a little each time. This was the hundredth time today he had to explain to some dumbass wood elf that no, computers don't run on magic and no you can't plug it into a tree. That will fry the system. Just plug it into the power outlet in your teeny ass San Franciscan apartment and it will work. No, Mr. Necromance, actual thumbs cannot be used as thumb drives for your Macbook."
"Mom always said that violence was never the answer. Apparently, Mom had never tried to talk to a hungry 10-foot tall troll terrorizing a dog park. Office Baggit has. It's bad advice, Mom."
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