Our own Buffyverse story.

[Tea - Total]

My idea is that we can express our own imaginations and bring others imagination together in a story.

I start the story and somebody else has too continue it after me, and then somebody else continues after that, but it has to be relatable to the main arc of the storyline okay ,no random commitments to the storyline.

Just imagine it to be our own fantasy of the Buffy verse, but our version.
Okay I start.


The moon light shocked the graveyard with disturbing shadows of gravestones.
It was freezing, I thought to myself, observing the graveyard. Steadily I approached the string of my bow ready for fire; a shadow crept up beside me I rushed to the left, the shadow disappeared so I turned to the right nothing was there, but the ancient gravestones. “You must be a slayer”, said a deep horrifying voice.
The moonlight lightened the face of the undead being who stood before me, his eyes were shockingly yellow his teeth roared with sharp fangs, his forehead was bumps everywhere with a pale reflections. I said ignorantly “yes, I am Sarah Jane the vampire slayer, and you are”. I quickly approached my bow and I fired a swift arrow directly to his heart.
The vampire snarled and blocked the arrow with hatred, Realizing the arrow had missed its mark I swiftly did a swoop kick to his undead face. I jumped backwards on to a gravestone and picked an arrow from my back pack. I fired a second arrow that hit the mark, it soared directly into his heart. His body exploded with dust in to the moon light.

(Somebody continues it, but their input what happens next)

[Miss. Rogueh]

*cracks her knuckles* lets see... First person... past tense... hm....

I looked down at the dust scattered on the ground. It looked like sand but with a higher concentration of dirt mixed in. I packed up my backpack and slung it over one shoulder. Humming another one bites the dust under my breath I made my way out of the graveyard. I walked toward the place I called my home. It was a quaint little brownstone, which was rare to see in a place like this. I thought on my past as I walked. Analyzing it, as if it were someone else’s. Born to a mother whom loved drugs more then she loved her own daughter and a father who spent his days in a drug rage and his nights scouring the streets to find more fuel for said rage. Growing up quick I learned how to defend myself from any unwanted sexual encounters from my fathers “friends”. I never took any actual classes but on my way home from school I would watch the students in the dojo across the street from the place we squatted in. With another sigh I shook the memories from my head and unlocked the door to my home. Tossing the keys on the counter I headed to the refrigerator to get something to eat.

[buffystar]

Let's see here. Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, oh, look something different...strawberry margarita. Whatever. I closed the fridge and walked down the hall to my small room. I opened the closet door and took out a trunk. I turned the lock to the right combinations and opened it up. I placed my stake, bow and arrows, and holy water in there. After I finished, I took a warm shower for like, 25 minutes. After I got done, I put on gray sweats and a white tee. After I finished, I heard the front door slammed and saw...

[Tea - Total]

Deception of a man, It was my farther. His whole being stinking of drink, I rushed to my feet and stared at him willingly, he shouted abusive words to me and he fiercely charged at me. Suddenly a fist charged threw the air directly to my face, my instinct shouted at me and I answered to my emotion to block his move.
A fist was coming swiftly to my face but I grabbed his fist, I directly flipped him threw the table, the table smashed.
He was laying their unconscious, his eye opened in time and suddenly his eyes shouted at me, his forehead turned in to lots of bumps, he growled with a fierce voice I stood their in shock. I thought to myself what should I do?