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Please reply in this thread and build a story with the next post.

Your next post should only match the narrative which is in the last post.

Do not randomly pick an older post because it will break the flow.
 
The Story begins:

I have no fixation with Pakistan or its people; honestly, I don’t really give much thought to them.
 
The Story begins:

I have no fixation with Pakistan or its people; honestly, I don’t really give much thought to them.
Yet somehow, their shadow keeps crossing my path, so every now and then, I’m dragged into the drama of Pakistan and its people.
 
Yet somehow, their shadow keeps crossing my path, so every now and then, I’m dragged into the drama of Pakistan and its people.
I am connected to Pakistan and its people due to Islam.
 
I am connected to Pakistan and its people due to Islam.

This is sensible because when you die, it wouldn't matter whether you are a Pakistani, Korean, or Nigerian; what would matter are your faith, deeds etc.
 
This is sensible because when you die, it wouldn't matter whether you are a Pakistani, Korean, or Nigerian; what would matter are your faith, deeds etc.
Or so I believed until I dreamt of a divine figure playing a flute, Lord Krishna himself. I couldn't help but dance to the divine tunes.
 
Or so I believed until I dreamt of a divine figure playing flute, Lord Krishna himself. I couldn't help but dance to the divine tunes.
And I woke up and I was seating profusely and had a bad headache all day due to my weird dream.​
 
And I woke up and I was seating profusely and had a bad headache all day due to my weird dream.​
Talking about dream just reminded me of childhood dreams when my heart and soul and everything around me was filled with innocence.
 
Talking about dream just reminded me of childhood dreams when my heart and soul and everything around me was filled with innocence.
Back then, the world felt endless, every corner holding a secret waiting to be discovered. I believed happiness was permanent, like sunshine that never fades. Those dreams were simple, yet they carried a purity I struggle to find now.

Now, I long for those days and those dreams from my childhood.
 
Back then, the world felt endless, every corner holding a secret waiting to be discovered. I believed happiness was permanent, like sunshine that never fades. Those dreams were simple, yet they carried a purity I struggle to find now.

Now, I long for those days and those dreams from my childhood.
The first jolt into adulthood and my Journey away from innocence of childhood is when I read the posts of @uppercut on PakPassion.

The World has such individuals in it? I often wonder where they live and what they do and who comes into contact with them outside of Cyber Space.
 
The first jolt into adulthood and my Journey away from innocence of childhood is when I read the posts of @uppercut on PakPassion.

The World has such individuals in it? I often wonder where they live and what they do and who comes into contact with them outside of Cyber Space.
Our World since the war has largely been populated by the Chicken Eaters and Lizard Eaters constantly at war with each other.

The Chicken Eaters are led by @DeadlyVenom while the Lizard Eaters are led by @Rajdeep, daily fights are a constant in our world with both sides often losing loyal soldiers sacrificing their lives for the cause of Chicken or Lizards depending on their ideology.​

It is odd that even after so many lives and good souls lost, the battle between the Chicken Eaters and the Lizard Eaters still rages...
 
Our World since the war has largely been populated by the Chicken Eaters and Lizard Eaters constantly at war with each other.

The Chicken Eaters are led by @DeadlyVenom while the Lizard Eaters are led by @Rajdeep, daily fights are a constant in our world with both sides often losing loyal soldiers sacrificing their lives for the cause of Chicken or Lizards depending on their ideology.​

It is odd that even after so many lives and good souls lost, the battle between the Chicken Eaters and the Lizard Eaters still rages...
There are some like @sweep_shot and @LordJames and @mominsaigol who are not the natives of the lands of either Chicken Eaters or Lizard Eaters but they would like to roam the vast open lands of both sides but it is not possible.

Wars have terrible consequences and sometimes it is hard to put people in boxes as to where they belong.

The people of @DeadlyVenom and @Rajdeep are always on the lookout for new recruits to their cause but there are defenders like @The Bald Eagle and @Cricket Warrior who like to keep the boundaries and loyalties strictly defined and try to keep the peace as best they can.

The defenders have kept some peace for a long time but they are wary and want the wars between Chicken Eaters and Lizard Eaters to end and peace to return like it used to.

But Alas...
 
Our World since the war has largely been populated by the Chicken Eaters and Lizard Eaters constantly at war with each other.

The Chicken Eaters are led by @DeadlyVenom while the Lizard Eaters are led by @Rajdeep, daily fights are a constant in our world with both sides often losing loyal soldiers sacrificing their lives for the cause of Chicken or Lizards depending on their ideology.​

It is odd that even after so many lives and good souls lost, the battle between the Chicken Eaters and the Lizard Eaters still rages...
Hold on? Did you just called me a Lizard Eater?

:uak
 
This thread has been derailed by the sanghis (as expected). :inti

This is a "make a story" thread. You add one line to contribute to the story. Read the opening post.
 
There are some like @sweep_shot and @LordJames and @mominsaigol who are not the natives of the lands of either Chicken Eaters or Lizard Eaters but they would like to roam the vast open lands of both sides but it is not possible.

Wars have terrible consequences and sometimes it is hard to put people in boxes as to where they belong.

The people of @DeadlyVenom and @Rajdeep are always on the lookout for new recruits to their cause but there are defenders like @The Bald Eagle and @Cricket Warrior who like to keep the boundaries and loyalties strictly defined and try to keep the peace as best they can.

The defenders have kept some peace for a long time but they are wary and want the wars between Chicken Eaters and Lizard Eaters to end and peace to return like it used to.

But Alas...
The battle is not just between the people of @DeadlyVenom and @Rajdeep with the defenders like @The Bald Eagle and @Cricket Warrior trying to keep the peace, there is another group who are masters of ambush and guerilla warfare but come out at night.

These are the flamethrowers and they care not where the flames land and their leader is a mighty Flamethrower called @Mamoon
 
One group calls the other the hindutva cult, while the other responds by naming the opposite group the jihadist cult. The online rage continues.
 
The battle is not just between the people of @DeadlyVenom and @Rajdeep with the defenders like @The Bald Eagle and @Cricket Warrior trying to keep the peace, there is another group who are masters of ambush and guerilla warfare but come out at night.

These are the flamethrowers and they care not where the flames land and their leader is a mighty Flamethrower called @Mamoon
Beneath the calm waters of PakPassion live the lurkers—creatures like amphibians who rise from the depths every so often to watch the battles between the Chicken-Eaters and the Lizard-Eaters, while weary guardians struggle to keep the peace. At their head stands @Suleiman , leader of the lurkers, mysterious and watchful.
 
Beneath the calm waters of PakPassion live the lurkers—creatures like amphibians who rise from the depths every so often to watch the battles between the Chicken-Eaters and the Lizard-Eaters, while weary guardians struggle to keep the peace. At their head stands @Suleiman , leader of the lurkers, mysterious and watchful.
King @Suleiman is just a spectator to the deadly assault of @Technics 1210, @HalBass9 and @Bhaag Viru Bhaag on the cultist forces who are calling the spirit of KP :kp and 🐄 vigilantes to save them from this onslaught. But even the cultist get spared from above, they should not celebrate until @Stewie and @DeadlyVenom are there.
 
King @Suleiman is just a spectator to the deadly assault of @Technics 1210, @HalBass9 and @Bhaag Viru Bhaag on the cultist forces who are calling the spirit of KP :kp and 🐄 vigilantes to save them from this onslaught. But even the cultist get spared from above, they should not celebrate until @Stewie and @DeadlyVenom are there.
It's a triple blind serving.

1st the cult are marinated with @Suleiman sauce.

2nd the cult are roasted (I would add @KingKhanWC to the list of roasters)

Finally, @Stewie the chewie, coupled with a touch of @DeadlyVenom, for that extra spicy kick, ensure the meat to the bone is digested in the underbelly of the cult!
 
Pants, didn't realise this is a story thread!

Haha. Could've added.some additional flavourings and cultery (see what I did here?) which will transition into the next chapter!

😂😂😂
 
It's a triple blind serving.

1st the cult are marinated with @Suleiman sauce.

2nd the cult are roasted (I would add @KingKhanWC to the list of roasters)

Finally, @Stewie the chewie, coupled with a touch of @DeadlyVenom, for that extra spicy kick, ensure the meat to the bone is digested in the underbelly of the cult!
... but all does not always end well. Overindulgence of any of the ingredients oft results in a massive case of indigestion, creating widespread panic amongst the masses.
 
And we forgot to add the great topping of @topspin...Full deadly combo 😉
It's a triple blind serving.

1st the cult are marinated with @Suleiman sauce.

2nd the cult are roasted (I would add @KingKhanWC to the list of roasters)

Finally, @Stewie the chewie, coupled with a touch of @DeadlyVenom, for that extra spicy kick, ensure the meat to the bone is digested in the underbelly of the cult!
 
Pants, didn't realise this is a story thread!

Haha. Could've added.some additional flavourings and cultery (see what I did here?) which will transition into the next chapter!

😂😂😂
The hero is the shadows scoffs at the idea of pants. He doth not believe in pants. He wears a hand made beast cager, made from the skin of his previous victims, a handy home made invention which will years later be known on the market of the amazon as the willie warmer.
 
Speaking of toppings, after the discussions around chicken eaters, lizard eaters and cults, the talk of warfare made one member of the PakPassion family very hungry. He was so hungry he couldn't think straight and didn't know what to eat. He needed expert advice, so be called in @sweep_shot
 
Speaking of toppings, after the discussions around chicken eaters, lizard eaters and cults, the talk of warfare made one member of the PakPassion family very hungry. He was so hungry he couldn't think straight and didn't know what to eat. He needed expert advice, so be called in @sweep_shot

"I advice you to eat a big plate of delicious beef biryani with beef kebabs on the side.", says @sweep_shot.

:dav
 
Taking the advice of sweepshot our hero walked to his local kebab shop. He hadn't been there for a long time and was looking forward to tucking into a good meal. He came across the owner and gave him a smile. He didn't know him too well but would exchange pleasantries.

However this time, the bossman looked deep in thought and was staring into the distance unaware of what was going on his shop.

"My brother, nice to see you, sort me out with a beef Biryani and beef kebab please, Mughal style"

After hearing these words the bossman snapped out of his trance and said

"My brother, just the man I needed to see, I need your help"

These fateful words set off a series of events that would change the course of history.
 
The hero is the shadows scoffs at the idea of pants. He doth not believe in pants. He wears a hand made beast cager, made from the skin of his previous victims, a handy home made invention which will years later be known on the market of the amazon as the willie warmer.
And hence forth the cult wandered into the wilderness as nomads, armed with Gaviscon "Double Action mint" indigestion sachets.

🤣🤣🤣
 
Taking the advice of sweepshot our hero walked to his local kebab shop. He hadn't been there for a long time and was looking forward to tucking into a good meal. He came across the owner and gave him a smile. He didn't know him too well but would exchange pleasantries.

However this time, the bossman looked deep in thought and was staring into the distance unaware of what was going on his shop.

"My brother, nice to see you, sort me out with a beef Biryani and beef kebab please, Mughal style"

After hearing these words the bossman snapped out of his trance and said

"My brother, just the man I needed to see, I need your help"

These fateful words set off a series of events that would change the course of history.​

And with those breathless words, Bossman—panting, sweating, and glancing nervously around—confessed to @sweep_shot what had been weighing on his mind.

For a week now, a new customer had been haunting his establishment. The man called himself only by a curious moniker: @uppercut . Strangely, he always ordered the exact same items as @sweep_shot , as if he were following in his shadow.

It had all begun five days earlier. @uppercut had stormed in, eyes fierce with determination, demanding to know what @sweep_shot was eating. He then admitted, almost whispering, that he had never tasted meat in his life—but desperation had pushed him to the edge.

Bossman, wary from long years in the trade, tried to warn him. But @uppercut would not listen. Unmoved by caution, he sank his teeth into a Doner. At once, his eyes widened to impossible proportions, his face alight with shock and delight. The tender, juicy meat had cast a spell upon him, and with each bite he descended further into its grip.

From that day forward, @uppercut became a regular—sometimes visiting several times in a single day. Yet always, he demanded secrecy. No one must know. His indulgence had to remain hidden. Recently, however, he began arriving with companions he mysteriously called “the Sanghees”, his right hand man being @Vikram1989. Together, they devoured kebabs with a hunger that seemed unearthly.

And now Bossman faced a crisis. His stock was vanishing faster than he could replenish it, and the cloak-and-dagger secrecy was gnawing at him. Profits were fine, but the constant whispering, the late-night arrivals, and the ever-mounting hunger of these strange men left him unsettled.

In all his years of kebab-selling, he had never seen anything like it. Something was not right. The mystery of @uppercut and his Sanghees was only just beginning to unfold…​
 

And with those breathless words, Bossman—panting, sweating, and glancing nervously around—confessed to @sweep_shot what had been weighing on his mind.

For a week now, a new customer had been haunting his establishment. The man called himself only by a curious moniker: @uppercut . Strangely, he always ordered the exact same items as @sweep_shot , as if he were following in his shadow.

It had all begun five days earlier. @uppercut had stormed in, eyes fierce with determination, demanding to know what @sweep_shot was eating. He then admitted, almost whispering, that he had never tasted meat in his life—but desperation had pushed him to the edge.

Bossman, wary from long years in the trade, tried to warn him. But @uppercut would not listen. Unmoved by caution, he sank his teeth into a Doner. At once, his eyes widened to impossible proportions, his face alight with shock and delight. The tender, juicy meat had cast a spell upon him, and with each bite he descended further into its grip.

From that day forward, @uppercut became a regular—sometimes visiting several times in a single day. Yet always, he demanded secrecy. No one must know. His indulgence had to remain hidden. Recently, however, he began arriving with companions he mysteriously called “the Sanghees”, his right hand man being @Vikram1989. Together, they devoured kebabs with a hunger that seemed unearthly.

And now Bossman faced a crisis. His stock was vanishing faster than he could replenish it, and the cloak-and-dagger secrecy was gnawing at him. Profits were fine, but the constant whispering, the late-night arrivals, and the ever-mounting hunger of these strange men left him unsettled.

In all his years of kebab-selling, he had never seen anything like it. Something was not right. The mystery of @uppercut and his Sanghees was only just beginning to unfold…​

And hence forth the cult wandered into the wilderness as nomads, armed with Gaviscon "Double Action mint" indigestion sachets.

🤣🤣🤣
@Technics 1210 was unusually quiet at work. Gone was his usual chatter, his lighthearted banter that filled the office corridors. He sat at his desk like a man carrying the weight of ten worlds, his face tight, his eyes sunken. No small talk, no jokes, not even a casual “chai break?” to his colleagues. Something was clearly gnawing at him.

And deep down, there was indeed a battle raging. It was the cursed new car. Oh, how he had once admired it—sleek, shiny, smelling of fresh leather and new beginnings. But now? Now it had revealed its true nature. Every week, a new calamity: one day a sensor died, the next day another light on the dashboard blinked to life like some evil omen. The bloody machine had become a mechanical demon, sucking his money, his patience, and possibly his sanity. He no longer saw it as a car—it was a parasite on four wheels, a devil’s chariot disguised as modern engineering.

He stared blankly at his computer screen, drowning in silent despair, when suddenly his eyes caught something odd on the stock market ticker. He blinked once, then twice. Wait… what was this madness? Reckitt Benckiser Group plc (RBGLY)—a boring, sluggish stock he had bought 18 months ago for pennies—had suddenly QUADRUPLED in value.

At first, he thought the screen was broken, maybe another cursed sensor haunting him, this time in digital form. But no, the numbers were real. RBGLY was soaring like a rocket, shooting straight past the stars. His pulse quickened, his palms grew sweaty. For the first time in months, luck was on his side. With frantic, almost trembling hands, he clicked “SELL.” Within seconds, his account balance exploded into a figure he hadn’t dared dream of since his last visit to the cursed auto repair shop.

But the question remained—why? Why had RBGLY suddenly risen like dough in a hot tandoor? The analysts gave vague reasons about “market shifts” and “unexpected consumer demand.” But the truth was far stranger.

The astronomical rise in value was traced back to one product alone: Gaviscon Double Action. Sales had gone through the roof, clearing shelves faster than sanitizers during a pandemic. Pharmacies were begging for restocks, and factories were running 24/7 just to keep up.

And the culprit? None other than “the Sanghees.”

Yes, the very same Sanghees who had been led into the world of kebabs by the mysterious @uppercut . Alongside his right-hand man @Vikram1989 and their ever-expanding crew, they had been haunting Bossman’s kebab shop like insatiable spirits. Doners, shish kebabs, chicken tikka, lamb seekh—nothing was safe from their relentless appetites. They ate and ate, not once, not twice, but sometimes thrice in the same day. Their devotion to kebabs bordered on the supernatural, and their digestive systems had only one ally—Gaviscon Double Action.

So while Bossman struggled to keep up with meat supplies, somewhere across the corporate world, the accountants at Reckitt Benckiser were popping champagne bottles, completely unaware of the true force behind their record-breaking sales.

And thus, without even knowing it, @Technics 1210 had profited from the holy alliance of kebabs and heartburn relief. His cursed car was still a demon, yes, but now he had a fortune fattened by kebabs, reflux, and the Sanghees.

The events in this universe, it seems, are not random at all. They are woven together in strange, greasy, and hilarious ways.

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