I typed stuff on my keyboard.

And thus a comment was posted.

THE END

Long story short.
This guy derp was derping,
so you could say derp was just derping around.
then derpy came and kicked him in le balls.
The End

Here you have your story bro, give me nao!

Btw, if your are seriously entering for this. Don't make a comment like this one.
But great giveaway and i hope someone will have fun with the game ^^

I remember one time I was on a plane and I fell asleep and had a dream that the plane started to crash straight down through the clouds then I woke up.

true story.

Why did the boy drop his ice cream?

He was hit by a bus.

Have some copypasta:

To begin, this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!

I would love to have malaria, it is my biggest dream but as i am not lucky enough to live in Africa, i would like to be able to live it at least in a game ! So please, make my dream a réality !

Once upon a time..
There is a man derping around in Steam Gift. And then he find a thread that giving away Far Cry 2, and then he posted a comment with hope he can win that Far Cry 2.

The End

was a mind blow for me
you know the joke:
why does the chicken cross the road? to get on the other side

only last week and i am twenty, heard that joke every year, someeone told me that the chicken wants to commit suicide. he want to go to heaven " the other side".

and i laughed so hard for 10 minutes. just because someone needed to explain me a joke that i heard for many years and always interpreted completely different

too bad I already own Farcry,otherwise I would have said: In the past our moms told us: "Eat up or the sun won't shine!". Now we have global warming and fat kids.

So this is the code we were talking about :) I'm not interested, thank you anyway.

Long story short: There was once a guy, that was terrible at writing stories. He then saw a Far Cry 2 giveaway where you had to write a story. He immediately began to cry. And that cry can be heard in lands far, far away nowadays.

thanks bro. :)

Im kinda missing the monsters from far cry 1
it was just cool to kill and military guys and some monsters...
damn the A.I. on farcry 1 was very hard and smart :D

Why did Sally fall off the swing?

She has no arms

Knock knock, who's there?

Not Sally

...

You know why today's a good day? Because today I got my wisdom teeth taken out. Those little guys have been pushing my other teeth into a misshapen mass. I used to call the top left one Mr. Stabby because of how it felt when I bit down. Because of this I used to eat a lot of ice cream both because the cold numbs the pain and also because I like the taste. Now this one time when I was biting into this ice cream cone, some of it went into my windpipe and as a natural reflex I kind of sneezed, but that only managed to push the rest of it into my nose. So now I'm drooling ice cream and my nostrils are hurting because of all the sugary goodness in them. Took me ages to feel better again. Then I stopped eating ice cream for a while and found my passion for whipped cream. I had to find something to fill that ice cream void and all I had was a can of whipped cream. Now back then whipped cream cans were poorly designed - you try to get some out and it either does nothing or sprays everywhere. This one time I tried eating it straight from the spray can it went all over my face, even in the eyes! Oh how it burned, but I was too embarrassed to call my roommates for assistance on account of me looking like I was just shooting a bukkake scene. In my hurry to find something to wipe my face with I knocked over half the shelves in the kitchen. Needless to say, I no longer have whipped cream anymore either. I forget what I was saying, but at least now you know how I started my cocaine addiction.

Once upon a time, there was a little unicorn named Billy. Billy was a special unicorn. His mommy and daddy knew it from the day he was born. Billy had magical powers and could do fancy things that no other unicorn could ever do. Unfortunately, Billy had no idea how to use his magical powers. His parents told him he was special, but he didn't know what made him special. Billy decided there must be a special trick to be able to use his special powers, and he hadn't been able to figure it out. One day, Billy was fed up with how hard it was for him to find that special trick, so he went outside to cool down. Outside, he saw his friends, Boobs. Boobs were twins, and they were both named Boob, so Billy figured it'd be easier to just call them Boobs collectively. He began to tell Boobs of his predicament. Boobs, however, were on their periods (and synchronized), so they completely ignored him and walked away. Suddenly, as Billy had been praying to the Pancake God for help, a giant pancake fell from the sky and squished Boobs. Just as suddenly, Billy had an epiphany. Billy finally realized that his magical power was his ability to convince anyone of anything, and that's why the Pancake God squished Boobs. Billy only used his powers for good. He convinced enough girls to have twelve threesomes in eighteen hours. The end!

Once upon a time, there was a turtle named Albert. Albert was a happy turtle. He spent his days roaming about, keeping himself busy, and every night when the big light in the sky turned off, Albert would roam back to his pond and think about his day while drifting to sleep.

One day, Albert was out for a leisurely walk (as, of course, turtles are known for their slow nature). He passed many of his old friends. He waved hello to Mr. Boulder. He blew a kiss to Ms. Plant. He kept walking and walking, slowly going nowhere, while pondering life.

Suddenly, Albert came across a massive landscape. It was nothing like Albert had ever seen before. As far as the eye could see, there were strange formations on the horizon. It was as if Albert had come across a whole new world that sat displayed before him.

For a few moments, Albert was in shock. He had never seen such a sight! Albert was a content little turtle, and he loved the comfort of his pond at home very much. Never before had he ventured this far away. Albert was stunned to realize that his small view of the world was not representative of the massive world on which he lived.

After Albert allowed himself enough time to take in the weight of what he had just discovered, he immediately burst forth with a strong feeling of great ambition. "I will make it my life's goal to explore this vast world before me!" he proclaimed as loud as his little turtle lungs would let him. Albert was filled with feelings of deep excitement, exhilaration, and liberation.

Albert took off as quickly as he could with haste. He moved toward the horizon just as fast as his tiny turtle body could carry him. He kept going and going and BAM!...

Albert awoke. He collected himself and got back up. He donned an expression of confusion as his eyes focused on the scenery around him once more. "What has happened to me?" he asked while gazing upward to the heavens. Albert was lost and alone, having traveled so far from home. Suddenly, Albert focused again on the massive landscape of wonders before him. He remembered his goal and continued onward toward the world beyond.

...but Albert couldn't move. He couldn't go any further toward the intriguing landscape he had set his sights on just minutes before. What was holding him back? Was it his fear of what might await him there? Was it the thought of leaving the comfort of his familiar land? Was it the terror of losing contact with those he held dear?

No. Albert had reached a massive glass barrier.

"What is this thing?!" he shouted. "What is this obstacle that dares to interfere with my hopes and dreams?! And then an expression of sheer horror washed over Albert's face. Albert was in an enormous glass tank. The landscape he saw before him was the interior of a young boy's bedroom. Albert was a pet.

Albert was suddenly filled with an unbridled rage. His whole existence had been a lie. Was the fact that he was confined to a world designed with him in mind the only reason that Albert had been content with his life for so long? Albert vowed to escape his prison at any cost. He wanted to see the world for what it truly was, regardless of what horrors might await him in the land outside his tank.

Albert caught a glimpse of a large plant growing forth from the rocks lining the ground below him. The plant was wilting, and rested along the length of the glass wall at a steep angle. Albert, with no regard for safety or caution, knew what he had to do to escape. He rushed to the base of the plant and gazed up, taking in the view. With a deep breath, Albert closed his eyes, grabbed on to the base of the plant, and began to climb.

Albert climbed for nearly an hour. In his mind, this time seemed endless. For all he knew, he had spent years living on the precarious width of the vegetation he claimed as his ladder to freedom. And then... Albert felt a light gust of wind on his face. He opened his eyes, and saw a sight he couldn't have possibly imagined a few short hours ago. Albert was at the top of his tank, and was filled with an immense sense of accomplishment.

In his intense euphoria, Albert quickly reached out to the ledge that stood below him. He was so excited to finally see the outside world, not through the lens of his small environment, but from the very peak of the room. "I did it! I am free!" he exclaimed. However, his joy was expressed too soon.

Albert slipped.

He was falling. Falling into the world beyond. A million thoughts rushed through his mind as he descended closer and closer toward what he knew would be his death. He fell for what seemed like hours, remembering all the events of his small but meaningful life. Albert was first filled with overwhelming dread... but then, something peculiar happened. Albert was calm. He had done it. Little Albert the turtle had escaped the confines of his tank and was out in the world. Again, Albert filled with a sense of accomplishment, and, like so many days he had lived before, Albert was content. And then... nothing.

Albert woke up. The same feeling of confusion rushed over him, just as he had known before at the great glass barrier that had imprisoned him. He stood up and looked around to see a sight he never would have expected. A place he didn't think possible to find ever again.

Albert was home, and Albert was happy.

a boy talking to his girl "hey i love this girl" as he staring to the mirror , "which girl?" as his girlfriend starting to feel jealous "this girl" the boy said as he put the mirror in front of her face and saw a reflection of herself

sorry for bad english ! I hope you all understand :D

a sad story about Jimmy and the squirrels ,
Jimmy was a little boy, everyday he to school he always take with him he's happy meal (never forge it before)
but that all is about to change in one sad hot sunny day, when he was busy playing with he's friends, he let his school bag and the happy meal lunch box under a close tree,.. while playing and without noticing a squirrel come form above smell something yummy, get inside the lunch box silently and eat everything, the kid after getting tired playing with he's friends he gets thirsty and hungry so he run back the three were he left he's hammy meal, then finds out "the lunch box was empty !!", and a fat squirrel was behind it ,is trying to climb back the tree ( he got mad ), run to his house, take his uncle Sam's AK47 and comeback to that tree then start shooting squirrels everywhere, he kills some but the gun run out of bullets so fast and he isn't done yet, remembered that uncle Sam had some C4 for case of emergences, he run away again to his house grab some C4s, then comeback and start explode not only one tree but 10 !! .., the squirrel got mad, they gathered .. ends of the first chapter ( I'm so sleepy now, can't keep up writing, next chapter tomorrow ) ..

Kittens.

Poot

Jenna had a really unfair brother , Kyle . He never shared with her and thought he was more powerful just because he was older . Jenna was a tomboy though , she loved playing with boy toys , wearing boy clothes and playing boy games . Kyle would usually take her things like her toys.One day she had a glass figuree covered in tissue paper . It was for Kyle that she bought with all of her hard earned money that she never spent before . Their mother said he couldn't see it or open or play with it until his birthday . Kyle did obey his mother like always but he played with it . He didn't open it he just played with it. Her mother said Jenna could open it too , but not in front of Kyle. She asked Kyle everyday ," Big brother , won't you let me play with the figurine?"
He would always say,"No!It's mine and it will always be!"
Jenna asked him it everyday, one day he got so mad he said ,"It'll always live in your heart but will always live in my hands."
She got very sad thugh and cried for 2 days straight.The brother felt sad for her and when she slept he crept in bed with the figurine and slept with her through out the night.When he woke up his hand was stuck.He was shocked by the enormous amount of blood on his sister.She was too covered in tissue paper and he dug up the tissue paper to see what happened to her with his one free hand.To his sadness,the glass figurine was a picture of her and her brother sharing a heart.It had went through her heart.His hand was stuck to the bloody glass and he pulled it off.He had killed her through her heart with his hands.
"It'll always live in your heart but will always live in my hands."

I'll post nudes for the game

There was a man who had worked all of his life and had saved all of his money. He was a real miser when it came to his money. He loved money more than just about anything, and just before he died, he said to his wife, "Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my money and place it in the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the afterlife."

So he got his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with him.

Well, one day he died. He was stretched out in the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a minute!" she had a shoe box with her, she came over with the box and placed it in the casket.

Then the undertakers locked the casket down and rolled it away.

Her friend said, "I hope you weren't crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."

She said, "Yes, I promised. I'm a good christian, I can't lie. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him."

"You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"

"I sure did, " said the wife. "I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check."