(This thread should be dead, it died when it started, the original was derailed so I created this one, but then the original was un-derailed, so here we are)

2-3 words at a time?

I just posted five words.

I have actually just posted seven words!

Are you crazy? I'm actually greater than you, because I've just typed fourteen words!

Edited 6/25/2020 01:14:33

I’m way better than you are! I can beat you any day at this! You know why? Because I just typed Twenty-three words!

simplicity is better.

Edited 6/26/2020 16:00:13

...excuse me? You dare defy me? Are you sure you can beat me? Because I know you can't. How would you even do such a thing that well? I can beat you ANY DAY OF MY LIFE, and at any time at anything, because I have just typed fifty words.

Let's continue this mess, shall we? We're still continuing our feud, and I'm not going to stop, so let's continue this. You may not know how to do stuff well, but I see potential. But you have to beat me first. If you dare so much as try to continue, this will end up going for a long time, which will not be ideal. So don't even try to fight back. I can easily say that because I just typed eighty-two words!

Here is a fabulous story of the day I typed so many words that I got bored of typing words, now this may come as a shock to you, but there are more words, how many, you ask? Well I have no idea. Now, on with the story. Once there was a person who was just typing words on their keyboard to keep the story going, who is this person? It’s me, Hi! Now there’s more stuff here, it’s a lot of words so get comfy where you are and prepare to read for five or six minutes! Who knows, it could even be seven minutes! Because stories have words, there must be more words! Oh, it seems we might need a setting or a plot for this story. Once there was a zoo with a tree, no, no, that’s not quite right. It was a dark and stormy night, no, no, not that one either! How about this story. One night earlier in the year, chat was quiet as could be, although people had chatted recently, it had recently become quiet. Then, all of a sudden, Rafflebot leaped out with a raffle that held an amount of gold so big, that it was 69 coins! Now, there was one other person at the time, that players name was fartgeek, although they could not enter the raffle since they had not chatted within the last hour! I was the only one who had entered! I won the 69 coins! You think you can beat me, Player? Well I just typed around a whopping 257 words!

amazing

I stay simple. Five words.

You see, with your two hundred and fifty-eight words, that could be impressive, but still, there is no upper limit. It could go on, and on, and on, ad infinitum. You see, I'm here just to chain the chain you still chain. I can't give up now, this is a competition. There are times in which you refuse to let it stop, and there are times when it must stop. I will not let this happen today. So you see, we can continue this forever, but there is a limit eventually, because in one billion years, the Earth will become so hot that no life could exist. Maybe we can spend our times on better things? But not yet, we're still competing. It may seem CRAZY, but I like continuing this chain. It gives me a sense of power, something I have little of. I may be a twelve-year-old just trying to be a guy I could be, but I'm willing to risk EVERYTHING just to be me, a happy little boy. I've made a notebook on divisibility rules, starting from two all the way up to around one thousand one hundred. I can live my life the way I live it, and I want to. But because I'm a little boy, I still am under the control of my mother. That may be bad, but it's good. I can't be happy if I'm alone. So here I am, just trying to beat a guy in a game that could never end. I'm impressed that you made it this far. I'm not stopping here. This must go on. If I could, I would stop, but I don't want to, because it's fun. My knowledge leads me to know about slavery, when black Africans are beaten up and forced to serve whites. This led to the Civil War, and the United States won. But in South Africa, it didn't stop until 1991, when a certain guy was released. So in summary, I don't want this to stop.

There are times when it must stop. I know that. This entire message is three-hundred and fifty-five words long.

Edited 7/9/2020 01:21:33

(side-note: In case you were wondering, no loops of size greater than 5!)

(What do you mean?)

Your three-hundred fifty-five words are a bit long, but not that long, like a snake. This reminds me about a game called slither.io. You slither around and bash your tail into other people’s heads, ok, it’s more like them running into your wall of a tail. But then you get points to get bigger, and so on. So here we are, some guy named Player who I am trying to beat in an endless war for words, it’s getting longer each time, but this is actually kinda fun! Maybe we can write a book about this! And also, I think slavery still exists in some parts of Africa today. Slavery really isn’t right. But you might be right about the never ending but. Who knows when we will hit the character limit? Now, let me tell you another story, this time about random stuff. The story is called “Orca and the Crab Raiders of Nice” “Chapter one: How it all started” Orca woke up in the middle of a puddle in uptown Paris. Uptown is not to be confused with downtown, because in uptown, everything’s up. Like on the ceiling. Gravity may or may not be reversed, but most of the time the gravity is depending on wherever your at. I hope you don’t have a fear of heights whenever you go into an uptown place! The Orca jumped out onto the concrete and walked on his flippers over to a nearby map, the map told him that he was in uptown Paris. The Orca walked on over to a bar next, he saw the sign above that read “The Grilled Papaya” he opened the door, which made a jingle when he opened it. Orca saw two of his friends there, Dolphin and Shark. He took a seat down at the table where Dolphin and Shark were. “Orca! You’re finally here!” Shark exclaimed joyfully. “Hi Orca!” greeted Dolphin gleefully. Shark left the table after saying “Our drinks are ready!”. One minute later Shark came back with 3 glasses. One was Dolphin’s favorite drink, it was the Cod Surprise. Another one was Sharks favorite, Fish and Stuff. And the last one was Orcas favorite, The Blue Fishy. All was quiet for a minute or two and then Shark said in a low voice “Any fishy news lately?” Orca replied “Not that I’ve heard” Dolphin said “I’ve heard the Crabs were raiding Nice again, but other than that, no.” Shark scratched his chin (do sharks even have chins?) and said in a questioning voice “Hmmmmm, the Crabs again? Why would they want to raid Nice and not Monaco?” Dolphin replied “The Monaco police force are looking for them everywhere in Monaco, especially their leader, Big Claw.” “Shark drained the rest of his drink and said “Maybe we should put a stop to their pillaging.” Dolphin replied “Yeah, but I don’t think the Ray Express goes all the way to Nice.” Orca said in a serious tone “Well, we can try.” After a few minutes Dolphin and Orca drunk their drinks too. They all walked out of The Grilled Papaya and hopped into Dolphins car. It was a Conch 6000, made in 1905, compared to the new one in 1906, most said that the Conch 6000 was better than the Whale III. They drove over to a train station and ordered tickets onto the Ray Express which would leave at 1:00, Orca looked at the clock on the wall, it said 11:25. “What do you two want do for the next hour and a half?” Said Dolphin. I have just typed a very lengthy story of words that is about six-hundred words long!

of

course!

It's time to fight. You currently have six-hundred and eleven words in your bag. I see. You've got stories in your bag. I rather be smart. I may suck, but I refuse to lose. Maybe, just maybe, I'll figure this all out. I know what I do. I play the game the way I like playing it. I like your story.

Part 1:
There's this guy called Poland, that was the guy who cleaned Britain's toilet. Maybe more, because I don't know how many toilets Britain has. Anyways, Poland wanted to go to space, but was rejected each time.
"Maybe I can build a rocket?" Poland quickly set to work. Five minutes later...
"Poland, why are you not cleaning my toilet?"
"I want to go to space... just like Japan, or United States, or Russia..."
"That's not a reason. Now go and clean my toilet."
"...fine."
Poland went back to cleaning toilets. Meanwhile, some guy called Belarus came in and saw the unfinished rocket. He quickly went to Russia.
"Russia?"
"What is it?"
"I've seen a rocket in Britain's house. Can you come and help me fix it?"
"Sure, anything for you!"
Russia and Belarus went to Britain's house.
Britain said "Hi Russia and Belarus, why are you here?" To which Belarus responded "Can I have the rocket?"
"Sure, go and have it. I'm not using it anyways."
"Yes. Thanks!"
After fixing the rocket, Belarus was happy.
"Russia, do you want to come inside?"
"No, but I'll come on my own rocket."
"Okay, I'll just watch as we both go to space!"
5 hours later...
"We're on the moon!"
"Yes! I've got the flags!"
"Place them! I'm very excited."
After placing the flags, Russia and Belarus went home... but something went wrong.
"Uh, Russia?"
"Yes?"
"Our rockets are out of fuel."
"...crap."
Meanwhile in Britain's house...
Poland: "Where's my rocket?"
Britain: "I gave it to Russia and Belarus."
Poland: "Britain, why? I wanted to go to space!"
Britain: "You're not meant to go. But you can go home now, it's getting dark. Here, take your salary. I won't be calling you for the next week or so."
In Poland's house...
Poland: "Lithuania, what do I do now?"
Lithuania: "What's the problem? Still can't go to space?"
Poland: "Yes... that's the problem."
Lithuania: "Don't worry, we've got each other. I bought you a gift, a book on how to build and use a rocket."
Poland: "Thanks. I love you."
To be continued...

Anyways, I like how you fight. I like how you make stories. I can make my own. They pale in comparison to yours, but I do my best, and that's not bad. I like it. Would you like to continue the story?
...yes? Yes it is.

Part 2
Poland and Lithuania study on how to build a good rocket.
The next they, they start building a rocket. Latvia comes by and asks:
Latvia: "What are you doing?"
Lithuania: "We're building a rocket. Poland should go to space."
Poland: "Yes, I want to go to space; it's just that I get really unlucky and I can't."
Latvia: "Oh, I'm sorry. Can I help you?"
Poland: "Sure, any help is welcome."
Latvia joins in, learns how to build a rocket, and eventually moves in to Poland's house, much to the ire of Estonia.
Estonia: "Hey Finland... Can I join you guys? Latvia left me to be with Poland and Lithuania."
Finland: "No. You don't have an outfit like us."
Estonia: "Yes, I do... it's just I can't wear it until I join, otherwise no one would know me."
Finland: "No. You don't belong here."
...back to Poland's house, a few days later...
Poland: "We're done! Now we need to get the fuel."
Lithuania: "How about buying it? We've got the money."
Latvia: "Let's do it."
The three go to the international trade center.
Lithuania: "Oh, we're here! Now we just need to find the rocket fuel."
50 minutes later...
Poland: "This is so large..."
Lithuania: "I found it!"
Latvia and Poland: "We're coming!"
...later...
Lithuania: "Okay, how much will it cost?"
Cashier: "€222,000."
Lithuania: "Okay, we got it."
Cashier: "Thanks for coming!"
To be continued...

Stories like these can get BORING, but eh, I did my best. I typed down seven-hundred and nineteen words. I know you can beat that.