The numbered ones were orig hosted on a site called 'The Eraser Room' (no connection with the Roswell Fanfic board of the same name). It closed a while ago, but I was able to save the stories, and recreated the games with the help of a site called - Madglibs (where you can play or create your own Madlibs).
How to play -
Just fill out the form with any words that come to mind, and then click to get your story. If you are unfamiliar with Madlibs, they will be funnier the more outrageous your answers.
You can only do one RosLib at a time, and be sure to save your results if you want them.
This doesn't seem to work with the Safari browser, so use IE, Firefox, or Chrome.
If any of your Ros-libs come out really funny, send them in and I will post them here at the bottom of the page.
Here are some excerpts from Ros-libs that came out funny -
"You can`t think I`d come all the way here, after you gathered us all together and raved at us like a Burned Chair, if I didn`t trust you."
”You always have to be the King Nun."
"Where`s the Lamp, Max?" Valenti asked him, his eyebrow Leaping.
"I`m not doing anything, Sherrif," he replied defensively, looking guilty as a Thermostat.
"Isabel, wasn`t it you who said we were all acting like Clocks who couldn`t trust their own right Eye?"
A stark wind blew a Shredder past her, and she watched as it bounced carefully over the symbols surrounding her.
"Isabel, this is Maria. And if you think you came to your Warped dream world to conceive some alien baby with my boyfriend, you`ve got another Racoon coming. You may be able to flip that long, Blinking hair of yours around and shake your Elbows at him, but I`ve got enough lip gloss to last me awhile, and I`m not afraid to use it."
Max Hopped into the Crashdown sneezing. “Listen everyone,” he Licked Hourly. “We have a Small Flag!”
Liz rolled her nose. “You are so purple,” she said.
Alex came forward, his hat Grabbing. “What is going on?” he Sliced.
Max looked around Stingingly. “I just saw a Brown, Metal, Scratching Post,” he said. “It was Painting and Singing just outside the school.”
Michael Threw his head. “What does it mean?” he asked Later.
“This is bad,” Maria said. “What if someone is trying to leave us a Magnetic sign?” she said. “It could be Icy and stainless-steel.”
Just then the door Minced open and in oozed a rancid lampost.
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