Sentence Random Fragmentation Game

Although this technically not a video game, I had no better place to put it. Basically, Sentence Random Fragmentation Game is a game where you take random words and phrases, place them in a strange order that still is understandable, but in no way makes sense. The rules are that the sentence a player must make no sense, the sentence must still be readable, so that we can speak it properly, and that you use good grammer and correct spelling. Oh, and making it sound like a foreigner or Yoda is saying the sentence gives you extra points. Super-extra points for making up new words.

Oh, and everyone is a winner just for trying.

Here is an example:

The boiler rooms of many Scandanavian battlecruisers deserve the lovingness of seven generations of Polish royalty to correctly be powered. Because Russians fear such might, they be employ mighty duck to be doing the destroying of a certain unofficial official informer from Sega of America, who has been suffering the many casualties the wealth causesness.

Ah yes, I too have eaten deep in the tales of ancient Scandanavian battlecruisers. Do your apples have as much hearth when you eat them with your tongs of fury? I find that Sega of America is much better off with -minigolfcourse- whens have no butts twelve by pies.

'No butts twelve by pies'?! What informational mockery dost thou hoist upon mine brow?! The ancient battlecruisers of yore have nothing to do no longer with you, simpleton of the lowest ink level. Such is unbeknownst to commoners, but beknownst to us, planktoneaus ingnoramus! Be gone now, for much attending is there to be done.

'No butts twelve by pies'?! What informational mockery dost thou hoist upon mine brow?! The ancient battlecruisers of yore have nothing to do no longer with you, simpleton of the lowest ink level. Such is unbeknownst to commoners, but beknownst to us, planktoneaus ingnoramus! Be gone now, for much attending is there to be done.

HAX! Thou hast harkened my pies. Now ye shall eat of the information that ye hast rained upon thy vegetables.

I've come in at wrong range. A feeling of lost air within magma pipe.

Knock it off with the blahdiblas and na ner na ner na ner. Plus, you sunk my battlegoats. And now you shall pay me in extra pastry frosting.

My live extra pastery?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?...?! I behoove you to snatch the piggy clutching sporks to knock on the tomato cat! Cowbell is therefore needed!

I have a fever.. and my only perscription.. IS TO KICK YOGHURT IN A BARREL OVER A CLIFFSIDE INTO A PIT OF COCONUT-EATING PORCUPINES!!1

Seriously, has anyone tried it? It's the equivalent of running away from rabid packs of Rhino-Cookies in a field of brochures!

I am hunger. Bring me faerie cakes. Even though i am being from the place of yehah, tejas.

But alas! The Nightopia is tried to be deleted by the Wizeman.

The man of deletion ate the cow pie of llamas in the moonlit sun of Jupiter, did he, no?

I must detest the conversationality of yon fellow forum posters. Mine is the true spirit of rhinoplasty, and yours is the fakieness of a many collected years of pie-eating.

Now, to continue with mine post. To disproportionately inscribe my utterances concerning tis' pastime, I shall inbue the four corner spirits of Nightmare to my beck and call. Kneel before me, the greatest evil yon parents have ever known!!!!!

I am not understanding. What is it that happens concerning us and you of rhinoplasty and pie-eating years-collected fakieness? Greater badnesses my parents are having been knowing of superlatively immature boy and girl persons newly reproduced out of former gravidae!

Also, Bonzi77, man (to be supposed of gender) of attempting deletion to the Nightopia was not being eating ingrediant that is cow-containing pie property of llamas in the moonlit sun of Jupiter! A more ridiculous preposterousness have you never heard, yes? Pie is of being having main ingrediant of llamas which llamas property of bulls (nota bene being other than cows) formerly proceded to be, and eaten in sunlit moon of Jupiter it is! Toward instructor of science of you my irateness that presently posession of emotion of my person is is for of moonlit suns existing having said!

Edit: Ooh, now understanding I am, submas13! "The greatest evil yon parents have ever known," other than pronoun "me" be modifying, address of vocative usage towards audience being directed is! The only logical one of the hermeneutical possibilities that one is!

Ah, so true. The sentence of our brethern can say much, yet speak little, if thou catchest my drift.

Now to tidy the remaining gregarious munchkins called Nightopians. Truly, they represent the bulk of our advertising during 1st Quarter, so I suggest a less rational approach. Supposing we enjoy books, why not enjoy upsides downs?

Regarding enjoying books, regardless, the upside and its downside it does have indeed: rightside up and upside down, respectively.

Like, duh!



Were you wondering what to call health of criminal daughter logger duo toy in underwear? Homeostasisterhoodlumberjackintheboxershorts!

I see... they really do know how to put thier wolves inside of barrel cookie jars.

In case anybody wants to see my weasel, he's at the library of pizza-throwing salad buffets.

Ah,alas? You know tape of magic pony trick monkeys. Do not Waaaaaaaaaant of the way of sanitizer lambs. Uncle phil mustache, not having the donkey's fortune crabs.

I seemingly play the instrument of despair with great ease and discord. Boxes of heart shapes entertain me perilously as I hang on the verge of desertion. My only hope is a cantina where I may find the oddities a man's mind may dream up.

FOOLS! I don't think thou can quite gather the amount of fledlings thine hast brought upon thineselves! Your undercoming shall come with the swiftness of several pie-footed soldiers!

I flavor condensed etiquette far from bones of the north sun. Seething freeze of frog fire bleeds blessed sausages that crave a clog. Scintillating fruit of toenails taste thine eyes! Thy time is roast!

PIE FOOTED SOLDIERS?!?!?!?!?! Dost though wish to challenge me?! I raise my left hand, as this deflected mockery sails in accelerated speeds towards thine face. You cannot compare, for I have the power of a pear!

Hold fast, my ubiquitous meatballs! Dost pearing exhale so tastily? Woof, I say! Gather yon daisies, and spin yon keyboards into coconuts. Bewalled, sincere meatballs. The chocolate tangerine juice I hug overly flies o'er yon Pie Fellowship Brutes. Hold fast, and quiver! For sooth!

FOR SOOTH! I CHALLENGE THEE TO THE MIGHTIEST OF VEGETABLE MAKERS!! Thou art a scum-poodling squagdoogie if thou thinkest you can defeat my right potatoes with a smidgen of bretheren!

Hark!
A message from Pickle!
The doughnuts... they speak to me!
They speak of an obese rhino that devours our leafy brethren.
Cucumber is dead and Celery has succumbed to the sticky depths of Peanut Butter.
Take that Zero Calories!

Avast! The great exponent must be enervated! Hard to lee, meatballs! For Prince Spinach!

Hast no man pointed out the threats of yon blood-sucking zombie dog? Though art entertained with your quibbling, whilst this beast runs rampant, devouring thine face? I thinketh not.

Yes but no can play doh. The moxie of the man with nor harps or hark can sing. But poets prefer things without lightly salted baskets.

Nay says the red raven.
The crow strikes the cow bell and promptly dies.
Nay says the red raven.
"When the bells strike three the cow pies will rise and your forsaken city will parish in a squishy death of doom!"

Fawful would be proud of this topic.

Who ist this Fawful? What creature is it? Let him speak, or smite him I will, with a rusty nail!

All your are talking a the nonsense! Please do quietly and my ear is beginning to hurt. And Wizeman never conquers Nightopia (foolishness)!Please raise sound!

Sound!!

I was not planning it when you must raise a/the loud voice literally.

Anyway, I am beginning to fight with thought, him when a/the condition should make bad me when the chameleon boss of Journey of a/the dream goes. What sip and cry*those gave to you with Jackle*

And yet, but for the grace of NiGHTS, five years of dental school, Ninja Turles with swords shall strike, and Archie Andrews shall wreak havoc on the hair of Yugi Mutou. Alas! I did not hang from a square with my best enemy, who shall chew on a lightning bolt, in time to rescue this fool from a donkey which fell from the heavens.