Lets start writing a GS story, we can use GS user names and each poster can write only a paragraph. But here are some rules that need to be followed otherwise post can be deleted by mods. Rules are as follows:
Each poster can write only 1 paragraph.
Story can be in English or Urdu.
If we are using real GS user names we cannot use bad language, we cannot personally attack them.( Really strict rules)
long time ago in year 1969, 3 fast friends thought of an idea. Really crazy one, how can they bring people together on one forum. Mr.Fraudzz said Iāll do taweez Ganda, Muzna said Iāll do witch craft ,Azkar said Iāll put a spell on it. Thatās how they startedā¦
But then the servers crashed and no matter what Azkar tried he couldnāt bring GS back. Even Mr. Fraudzz with all his magic couldnāt bring GS back. It seemed that GS was lost forever, but Azkar was not one to give up so quickly. A frantic Azkar turned to Muzna for help over and over again, however Muzna seemed the least bit worried. It seemed like she could care less. Azkar realized he was on his own and prepared his loyal steed Queer for travels to far off lands. He travelled east, he travelled west, he travelled north, he travelled south, he travelled up and down and couldnāt find the answer. Finally he travelled center where he found an old sage (**ehsan **unkle), who gave him information that no one had given him before. Muzna had sabotaged Azkarās baby :p. Azkar was furious, but still didnāt have a solution.
Then he approached a Pir, called X2, in the land of far far away who was known to have a solution for anything and everything. The Pir baba tapped his jaadu ki chari on Azkarās laptop but nothing happened. He then closed his eyes and chanted some spells and mantars but to no avail. It was time to ask the crystal magic ball for help. āOh magic ball, what will it take to restore the GS servers?ā, asked X2. āManu ki pata hovayā, replied the magic ball.
The magic ball was pure magic and it knew what life1 would later unleash so it did all that it could to lead x2 away from the answer. However, a greater and darker force waited in the shadows and a scroll fell near him.
**X2 **hesitated before he reached for the scroll. He slowly untied the ribbon, hands shakingāhe had a bad feeling, as if he was about to open pandoraās box, but it seemed like there was almost n unseen force making him unfurl the scroll. And so he did!
suddenly a bright light appeared and cast a spell on the threadā¦
new life was breathed into the thread and the story continued
**Azkar **couldnt take it anymore he had enough: what with Muznaās sabtage, **X2 **not being much help, a scroll in chinese ā¦how was he supposed to save his forums ? With his hands shaking he reached his loyal steed Queer⦠the scroll fell from his hands and fell in front of queer⦠the steed read the scroll with great interest-YES! he could read chinese. His eyes opened wide, he had figured out how to save his masterās forumsā**queer **neighedā¦and nudged his master. **Azkar **was so frustrated he didnt quite care what his steed was excited about he just wanted to get home and somehow save his forums. Through the journey back home, queer, did not make a sound and galloped slowly no matter how many times his master whipped himā¦he was slow as if the life had been sucked out of him. All **Queer **could think about is how to communicate to his master what was written on that scroll!
The steed abruptly stopped throwing azker in front of a aged willow tree with bright green leafy threads falling like raindrops. Beneath it an equally old decaying man sat whisperingā¦
**Azkar **was mighty confusedā¦why would queer stop in front of this old man? Nevertheless, he got off his steed and strode towards the man. He put his hand on the old manās shoulder and shook it ever so slightly. The old man, turned his head and looked up at **azkar **and laughed menacingly. Startled, **Azkar **jumped backā¦and the old man in a booming voice, exclaimed: āThe steed will read the scroll!ā As he made that statement, his hand came up with his index finger pointing to **queer **and it was as if a lightening bolt came out that finger and hit queer. **Queer, fell over and then got up slowly; but instead of neighing he said: āwow that was a real doozyā. Azkarās jaw droppedā¦did queer **just speak or was he imagining things?!