I spread this game around all the time. Good Narrator, Bad Narrator. Good narrator goes first, presenting the story. Bad narrator brings in a conflict. Good narrator resolves. Bad narrator presents another conflict. And so on. Narrators alternate. If you reply to a Bad narrator, you must bring in the good problemsolver.
If you reply to the good, you must bring a conflict.

For Ex.
GN There once was a happy little man, named Frank, and Frank was happy with his job at the plant.
BN unfortunately, this was a plant which released Dioxin and even if Frank was happy with his job, he was slowly dying on the inside.
GN Fortunately, he was getting transfered to the Happy Bunny Farms over the hill where he could frolick all day.
BN Even though the Happy Bunny Farms was an ironic name for a sick psychopath breeding ground. Bunnies that is.

get it? got it? any questions? Good!

I'll start.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Erin who was moving to her favorite place in the world: New York.

She wanted to go and work in a strip club so she could support her crack habbit.

She got a better job as a stock broker instead and went into rehab.

But when she had left the rehab, she was rAn over by a car. And another one. And another one. And then the first one again.

As luck would have it, a passing fairy named Taco saw this and healed her up in exchange for stock advice.

the stock advice was bad, and the fairy cursed her for it.

(Grrrr… damn you fast posters!)It didn't matter because she made a fortune anyway. She ended up buying out Bill gates!

Then bill gates plotted revenge and hired a sniper to assainate her…

But the sniper was working undercover for the FBI and Bill was sentenced to death for soliciting murder… Meanwhile Erin got a breast enlargement and went up to a C-cup. She also bought a luxury cruise ship to party on with all her friends.

The ship hit an iceberg and sank.

But she was one of the only survivors and made her way home on a lifeboat.

When she got back she had lost everything because she didn't have any insurance… So she turned back to crack for the depression and to lap dancing for the crack.

Where she was met with a pimp who was so enchanted by her C-cup charms that he took her to a nightclub as an actual date. Who knew?

While dancing at the nightclub she twisted her ankle; it hurt. Then she went to the toilet and came back out with her skirt tucked into her panties at the back, which some nasty woman giggled at.

The nasty woman exploded.

Bits of the nasty woman splattered Erin's dress, ruining it. An eyeball landed in her cleavage and freaked her out

But she was reminded of the scene in Blind Date, which was one of her favorite movies and she and her pimpin' date laughed it off. Besides, ruined clothes are the new prep.

While she was shimmying away, dancing with da pimp, the eyeball slithered down inside her dress and felt really yuck.

But she didn't care. And her and her date kept dancing.

Then they both slipped in some vomit. Erin kicked da pimp in the nuts as she fell over and landed hard on her bottom. Everyone one laughed at them and pointed. Mr pimp limped away in pain, utterly disgusted with his date. Erin got up, walked home, ran a warm bath, got in and contemplated the things lined up along the bathside as she considered ending it all: a radio plugged into the wall, a razor blade, and a bottle full of pills…

but just as she was about to end it, her long lost brother appeared in the doorway and gave her a reason to live again.

But then her brother got his fucking brains shot out by a hitman with a shotgun who had a hit put on him.

Her brother owed both of them money, so she put on a towel and went through his pockets they found ten thousand dollars– and illegally imported puppies!

The puppies were rabid,and trapped her in the bathroom.

Where she kept an industrial hairdryer and blasted them with a single press of a button into the bathtub and she skipped out and locked the door so she could watch her favorite show.

but someone had stolen her 74 inch flatscreen tv! oh noes!

No worries, she got dressed and went to buy some milk, on the way she found a lottery tcikect. She took it to the shop with her and it turned out that it was a winning ticket! That evening she setled down in her new appartment on the 100th floor of a skyscraper and contemplated her 90 million dollar fortune.

but there was a catch to this lottery! in order to claim the money, they had to cut off her pinky

Which didn't concern her in the least! She simply said she'd give a million dollars to retain it, sso the official had handed over the money with no restrictions, which was why she could afford to buy her appartment…
Anyway, the next day she went out horse riding in Central Park, it was a lovely warm Spring day, just a little damp, but all sparkley and green. She felt good to be alive!

Then she got raped.