Al right, now that Doc's got us up on thread games, I figured I'd make my own. The rules are, that I write a short story. Then, the next post continues the sotry, and so on. Alright, I'll start.
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Once upon a time....

...In the little town of Whackalouigi, by the coast in the country of Whirlyscoot, there lived...

Your mom and a troll.

The troll, named Terry, was generally considered a little bit 'special' by the other villagers.

Lol classic keep going!

See, terry is what we'd refer to as the "Village Sniper"

One day, he got out his sniper's rifle and went to the top of the tallest hut in the village and set up shop.

He waited for what turned out to be a very long night as he had forgotten to bring snacks until eventually he saw through the fog and haze of the dawn glow.

Shivering from the fifty degree ferenheight breeze, Terry struggled to maintain a firm, unwavering grip on his Jing Gong BAR-10 rifle with CYMA bucking and a custom-painted stock that Terry prepared himself in his basement using toothpaste and a fingertip. Yes, Terry thought, it would have been better to have brought snacks. Something in his stomach would certainly help prevent that noxious twitching in his forearms. But there is no time to consider the past. Terry's target is getting uncomfortably close to him, risking revealing his position. Peering through the sights to gaze at his target, Terry pulls back on the bolt on his rifle, charging his teflon cylinder and pushing a fresh .43 gram biodegradable bb into the reciever.

Somewhere along the page we should compile the story.
He raised the rifle to his shoulder, to find, to his horror, that he brought his giant candy cane instead!