Livestream Collaboration One-Shot Collection

These are all stories that have been formed in the livestream. These were created in collaborated efforts between many different people in and out of the livestream. I write one line, livestream writes 2-3 lines, each person being able to call out the next line. It's a lot of fun to do when narrations are finished, and may become the new thing I do (possibly replacing Omegle).


Livestream: 11/29/12
>Day Cashews in Equestria.
>You walk into the bar, ready to pick a fight, grab a beer, or get a mare. Maybe multiple.
>A bowl on the counter grabs your attention.
>You walk over to it, peering inside.
>Inside is a large amount of... WALNUTS?!
>BLASPHEMY!
>You remember being raped as a child by your priest.
>You grab the bowl and throw it to the wall, causing a loud crashing sound as the bowl shatters.
>You point an accusing finger into the barpony’s face and exclaim
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE CASHEWS?!”
>He looks at you with the weirdest expression. “Cashews? What’re those?”
>You’re gonna flip your shit.
>You’re gonna do it.
>You run over and grab the bar, pulling with all your might.
>The bar slowly lifts up, your fingers jamming into the weak wood, before you pick it up over your head, sending it flying behind you.
“WHAT. ARE. CASHEWS?!”
>Slowly you approach the barpony, tower over him, and violently rear your foot up, ramming it into his sheath.
>He doubles over in pain, before you storm out and back to your house. You weren’t even in the mood for a drink at this point.

>The next day
>A knock at your door
>It’s Fluttershy
>And she’s in a giant suit
>A giant… nut suit?
>”H-hey Anon… I saw you in the bar yesterday and you seemed pretty mad, so…”
>You’re silent
>Staring at the suit
>”I was just wondering… are cashews your fetish?”
>You look down at the pony, silent.
“Yes.”
>You grab her and drag her inside, before the two of you proceed to rut the everliving fuck out of each other.
>Today you busted a nut.


Livestream: 12/13/12
>Day IT’S HAPPENING in Equestria.
>Tom Fiddle sits down to write a riddle beside you.
“Hey, wait a minute; wasn’t I the only human?”
>Fuck you, Anonymous. Livestream runs this shit.
“Goddamnit.”
>You look over to the other human writing, and peer over his shoulder.
“What’re ya writing?”
>He’s silent, but you can read what he’s writing.
>”Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,”
>”Hitler was a casualty, and so are Jews.”
>He takes a sip from his bottle of “Hitler Did Nothing Wrong” soda.
>Shouldn’t he be drinking Miro?
>No, because he needs a STRELNIKOV!
>An angry red pony stomps up to the two of you
>And it might be intimidating if he were the size of a real pony, and not a Labrador retriever.
>”Granny Smith sends her regards,” he says, before pulling a revolver out and holding it in his mouth.
>”Y mame if imigo nontoya! Oo kill my fatha! Pwepah to die!”
>It would have been more understandable without the gun in his mouth.
>You only have one option left.
>DANCE!
>And then your reenacted the dongcopter pirate dance.
>Fluttershy trots up next to you, wearing a British Naval Commander’s jacket
>”This sketch is much too silly.”
>And the scene changed.
>”So, are livestream collaborations your fetish?”
>Anon looked dramatically at Fluttershy.
“No.”
>She sinks a bit, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Dubs are my fetish.”
>You look over to the top right, and they are, in fact, singles.
>Nice try, Fluttershy.
>Today was a group effort.