Let's have some fun...

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i lost

One hundred eighty nine zombies went for some people in order to consume their flesh or just to enjoy killing them while people could not defend themselves so they just sprinted to house where they found some guns with which they could shoot them one by one every one hundred eighty nine zombies until there none left so they could just run to somewhere where there one won't see even single zombie.

Yes that sentence lacks some ",". Just put them where it's necessary :P

Not impressive. Now try writing every post here in form of sonnet; must rhyme, include the topics of love, philosophy, poverty, electronics; every word beginning with the letter "C".

I reflected for hours on the possibilities this competition could bring then subsequent to perusing the entries decided on the conclusion of people seem to possess excessive time not known to the common person with note to the truth of the common person being interested in events conveying more connection to their life with which will help them further develop whilst exploring the wonderful world of the Internet their life job plus community skills however this truth will only be chief to the people who do not contribute to websites like this one though I must include the verity of I too contribute to this website which would group me with you, but the extent to which I comprehend the foolish stupid thoughtless yet so incredibly wonderful website like this to be time consuming while slowly lowering my intelligence level while heightening my level of competitiveness distinguishes me from the rest of you who do not comprehend this simple yet sometimes difficult to see inconvenient truth, but when I thought of this competition I thought of this "So my mom got the priest to confess he previously took too much of the church wine behind closed doors, which in turn presented him with the drinking problem he is currently entwined with, hence the new priest in which none of us seem to know much of every time we go to church now, I wonder if our old priest is still fighting the long difficult problem of wine drinking, should I ring him or offer my help in some form or should I let it run it's course over due time, but if he loses the fight, we might get stuck with this incompitent priest we currently listen to now, I would not enjoy it very much, I found good old drunky much more fun, return to our church once more, we miss your quirky jokes plus your short surmons, you frequently went directly to the point which interested us so much, everyone sign this petition to boycott the new priest, he sucks plus he's boring, I end up sleeping in church which is frowned upon by the elders, which you know is very high in numbers there, I won't deny I've suffered". He see the pills on his neck.

He remembered the evening he spoke those momentous words to her, so softly, while the quiet nestled in the trees like the densest fog; his every deep unspoken thought kept fiercely to his core, without the slightest tinge of ill-will despite her pitiless indifference to everything he’d struggled so intrepidly to subsume, without sense of repercussion or benefit… such thoughts consuming his every conscious move.

If someone told you to choose one number from one to one hundred, you would need to choose either one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty, fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four, fifty five, fifty six, fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, sixty one, sixty two, sixty three, sixty four, sixty five, sixty six, sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy, seventy one, seventy two, seventy three, seventy four, seventy five, seventy six, seventy seven, seventy eight, seventy nine, eighty, eighty one, eighty two, eighty three, eighty four, eighty five, eighty six, eighty seven, eighty eight, eighty nine, ninety, ninety one, ninety two, ninety three, ninety four, ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine or one hundred.

Wow, you guys seem very intelligent. Only few people used the forbidden letter yet. Lolwut?
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This reminds me of the time my friend showed me some novel which didn't once use the letter "e".

He remembered the evening he spoke those momentous words to her, so softly, while the quiet nestled in the trees like the densest fog; his every deep unspoken thought kept fiercely to his core, without the slightest tinge of ill-will despite her pitiless indifference to everything he’d struggled so intrepidly to subsume, without sense of repercussion or benefit… such thoughts consuming his every conscious move.He loved her but she didnt.The End.

You people really like copy/pasting stories. o.o

If someone tells you to pick one number from one to eighty two, you SHOULD choose one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty, fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four, fifty five, fifty six, fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, sixty one, sixty two, sixty three, sixty four, sixty five, sixty six, sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy, seventy one, seventy two, seventy three, seventy four, seventy five, seventy six, seventy seven, seventy eight, seventy nine, eighty, eighty one, or eighty two!! or try sey them nice story bro

The longest sentence without the given letter is the sentence which you see here, which is about the size of well i don't know...the size of three hundred fifty pixels by four hundred pixels, hold on, or is it four hundred thirty two pixels by three hundred fifty seven pixels, but i think it's three hundred twenty two pixels by four hundred thirty six point three three three eight; however, the size of the box does not evidently show the difficulty of writing something titled "True Sentence without the given letter" simply since the scroll to the right of this sentence scrolls up and down which lets users to scroll up and down without being confused with the topic of this long and pompous sentence with plenty of run on sentences.

I hope i win!

While I must confess a desire to use the forbidden vowel, I will continue to be strong, even in light of prior posters' theft of others' sentences from the internet. Such tricks should not go unnoticed or unpunished. Due to my devotion to the theme, I feel that you, the OP, should give the prize to me! :D

So much copying in this electronic discussion corner of SG over Life: GOTY, with the good intentions of jolly word-structuring (without the forbidden letter) ruined by the hunger for free leisure toys for the computer. sigh

...this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride
on your disco stick
BADUUUBABDUDUUBAUBUAU

I didn't get it, to which game is the GOTY edition?

So we can't replace "a" with "@", but you can replace "a" with a "4"? I'm so confused!

THE GAME

can it please be in a sechual way :( plzzzzzzzz

This sentence does not include the forbidden letter unless I missed it somehow but I would check out this too, just a little something for some people however I do believe I could go on with this little scheme except I'm getting the sentence into new weird directions, much love (hidden code: 0nm5k).

sems legit, why u no give the GOTY KEY

He is very weird when it comes to Counter-Strike 1.6 , for ten hours he is with the eyes on the computer , i don't know why is he so focused on the monitor , those pistols do very much noise.

"There could be different things lurking in front, next to, behind, or even under your bed", Melvin shouted when he jogged into the middle of the street; Melvin used to be one of those people who would pull numbers of tricks on every single one of his friends, not to mention sick one of his huge old, grumpy pit bulls on them, which people obviously did not like very much; well besides his “GIRLISH-looks" including those incredibly cruelly-useless jokes set by them, he did enjoy sitting down on his little Pokémon bed, munching on tons of cheesy covered pretzels, deciding whether or not the SpongeBob movie would be one of his most newly found interests, weirdly it surely did not turn out to be how he'd liked, plus Melvin possessed one other problem, one problem in which he would love to conquer, he only thought of one thing every-single morning - the mobs of neighborhood bullies who would knock him down every morning on his jog to school, hence he got himself into trouble with those jokes.

This is the weirdest puzzle i've ever seen.

It occurs to me, pessimism is simply experienced optimism. In the end, none of it will benefit you, beyond receiving LIFE plus some DLCs. It could be interesting, I'm not entirely sure. So here we go. Once upon some time, there existed some guy. He met some girl. In could be expected, they fell in love. With love, comes sex. With sex comes little people. When little people show up, lots of interesting things occur. The girl experienced hormone problems. The men feel stuck. The little person is hungry - better get busy! So you work to feed, house the little bundle of joy. The girl decides to go out with friends, now you're home with the little person. These events occur with more frequency. Next thing you know, she doesn't return. Ever. So you collect your things, your little child, off to better environments with better people, work. Countless months go by, then one long weekend, the girl sends electronic correspondence informing you much to your lugubrious coposure, she decided to be mommy once more. You inform her respectfully the time for mending something broken is no longer possible. She flips out, notifying "child cops" you now preventing "mommy" from seeing her child. You expound on how she left you, the child, so she could go frequent orgies. The judge sides with you, you live out your life, single - with child. Ever, into the sunset...