This is a game whereby someone creates a story with plenty of blanks but doesn't post it.

They specify what part of speech is needed for the blank (noun, past tense verb, adjective etc...). People post in their ideas and when all of the blanks are filled, the story creator posts the completed version.

I took the idea from the old boards. You can read the full thread here: Terry Pratchett Message Board: Mad Libs

We had a lot of fun with it...

Here are some examples:

Posted by Delphine:

Yesterday, I swaggered to Scotland to buy a yellow pie for my new house. On my way, I spotted Captin Caveman across the street. I hailed him, and we conversed for 42 minutes on the topic of hot chocolate. I bade him farewell and skipped to the shop, only to find it had been closed due to an Autochrononilitis outbreak. Cursing and feeling disgust, I turned only to witness a mauve sphinx lying apparently dead, in the road. I went over to investigate. However, it appeared it was not dead, just very ill. It turned out the lackey behind the counter at Wendys that gave me a small chilli instead of a large had been feeding it sauteed alligator medallions in Dijon Mustard Sauce, and martini (with an olive). Assured help was on its way, I got on my magic carpet and departed - I had urgent business concerning potato skins just west of the east, south of the north, and I couldn't be late.


Posted by Bluegerbil:

I took a submarine to the castle over the rainbow, left of the first star you see at night, just by the gas station, for my vacation last week. When I got there, I met that creepy pervert that owns the local burger place, who gave me a delete key, saying "Keep this for me, it's very important. I don't want it getting into the hands of the five petite brunettes." So I took it and kept it in my left nostril. The next day, as I was commiserating down the street, I was attacked by a creature From the Greyish, Greenish, Yellowish Lagoon, which had been sent to steal the delete key from me. I escaped the attack, but was left with permanent Doormenia, aka. bladder problems.
It was the best vacation ever!

Posted by Gypsy:
Once upon a time there was a dreadful atomic badger called Frederick Wazzack who lived in the land of Bron-Yr-Aur. He was currently on his way to pick up his nitrogenous spaghetti so he could take it to be repaired by the local potato farmer, Trollmother. Trollmother told him it would cost $3.14159... to fix so Frederick decided to do it himself. He set out for the hardware store and bought a pie, a lampshade, and a charming can. Having bought these items he went to his house made of goldfish, said hello to his wife and went into the library to get to work. After 309 days of attempting to repair his nitrogenous spaghetti, he had succeeded in turning it into an evidential, spurious weapon of mass destruction. He went upstairs to show his wife but caught her in bed with Trollmother. Frederick immediately took his creation and set off for The Independent Banana Republic to show Johnny Depp and his followers ‘The Doormen’. He joined these strange people and traveled with them for several years until arriving at Times Square where he became a skydiving instructor.