The gamer

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This is a new thing I am doing called plot generation. It takes random thinks and makes (silly) stories about a random plot. Please vote and comment telling me what you think about it. :D
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Joshua Jones was thinking about Felicity Vader again. Felicity was a noble gamer with beautiful thighs and scrawny elbows.

Joshua walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved hilly Cambridge with its abundant, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a noble figure of Felicity Vader.

Joshua gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, stable, wine drinker with curvaceous thighs and ginger elbows. His friends saw him as a damaged, decomposing dolphin. Once, he had even brought an eager puppy back from the brink of death.

But not even a special person who had once brought an eager puppy back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Felicity had in store today.

The hail pounded like hopping rabbits, making Joshua unstable. Joshua grabbed a solid hat that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Joshua stepped outside and Felicity came closer, he could see the scrawny glint in her eye.

Felicity gazed with the affection of 6943 remarkable obedient owls. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want revenge."

Joshua looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the solid hat. "Felicity, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two powerless, perfect pigeons talking at a very stingy wedding, which had R & B music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles jumping to the beat.

Joshua regarded Felicity's beautiful thighs and scrawny elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Joshua with a delighted grin.

Felicity looked ecstatic, her emotions blushing like a petite, panicky piano.

Then Felicity came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

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