Wall Illustration by Lizzie Mary Cullen at Base Creative Once upon a time in a dark forest a little panda bear was walking along......carrying a pair of chipmunks he'd rescued from an owl.Little did he know, he was being followed by a ferocious were-wolfcoming out of the darkness...and in to the light!The were-wolf got closer and closer until you could see his sharp jagged teeth.A bird was shouting above their heads.Accompanied by a snow elephant!The handsome viking prince and beautiful dancing maiden, frolicked along Upper Street in pink shoes.Then the floor gave way and he was left hanging on the chain.The large woman w/ the red eyes felt a tug on the back of her coat, she turned around to find a small child staring up at her.4 journalists appeared, keen to tell a story about a story.A confused owl sat on top of an umbrella while flies buzzed around its head.A man was filming some deer...as a beautiful, pink sun rose over Richmond Park the morning that Benton went berserk.He let out a huge cheeky grin and said..'The little bird was loud but not terribly smart.'Luckily, the chipmunks had stolen the owl's 'to wit, to woo' which, as everyone knows, scare werewolves.Walking down an Islington street on a mild autumn day she saw something unexpected, smthg that caught her eye - the air in the treehouse was refreshing. Finally the mountains were in sight as the fog was slowly clearing.Music appears and they start to singand all the young people of London found out that performing arts made them the happiest people in town.But why was her friend furious, was it connected to the broken collar hanging from his bruised neck?Mr Tulliver sat at his desk, trying to think of a witty name for his gravel business.They climbed the cloud ladder and when they reached the top, the 2 rabbits sipped their coconut milk and smiled.Where on earth have I put my jar of anchovies?', cried the owl?The ageing tree uncurled it's long and knot ridden finger to pluck the tightly strung mandolin.And the flies joined together to make one ginormous fly which flew towards a fog drowned steeple.Mr Horse cried all afternoon because he felt fat. Lovely Mrs Horse kindly suggested he wore his zebra stripe suit to the party.'Ghosts,' drawled the Texan stranger, squinting at the moonlit stampede, '-somethin' must have spooked 'em'She may have only been a spider, but she could fly a helicopter, so off they flew down into the valley unicorns. The zang-dang-doodle exploded in the sky, showering pink buttercups over the forest below.They both tweeted @drawmystory then realised they could pick up pencils in Islington & draw it too!The tortoise awoke to find someone had been drawing on his back... but who?Nobody realised that the werewolf was simply misunderstood. Sad and alone, he stood on an empty stage and howled at the moon. 'I fell down some stairs and spent 4 hours in A&E which I spent researching for my photography and time essay!'Hiding out in the chalet far, far in the mountains, Count Dracula awaited dusk to visit the town.So, Lizzie and Iain made it through. The chipmunks, the Panda, and the Rabbits too.

The Story So Far...

Once upon a time in a dark forest a little panda bear was walking along... ...carrying a pair of chipmunks he'd rescued from an owl. Little did he know, he was being followed by a ferocious were-wolf coming out of the darkness...and in to the light!

The were-wolf got closer and closer until you could see his sharp jagged teeth. A bird was shouting above their heads. Accompanied by a snow elephant! The handsome viking prince and beautiful dancing maiden, frolicked along Upper Street in pink shoes. Then the floor gave way and he was left hanging on the chain.

The large woman w/ the red eyes felt a tug on the back of her coat, she turned around to find a small child staring up at her. 4 journalists appeared, keen to tell a story about a story. A confused owl sat on top of an umbrella while flies buzzed around its head.

A man was filming some deer... as a beautiful, pink sun rose over Richmond Park the morning that Benton went berserk. He let out a huge cheeky grin and said.. "The little bird was loud but not terribly smart." Luckily, the chipmunks had stolen the owl's "to wit, to woo" which, as everyone knows, scare werewolves.

Walking down an Islington street on a mild autumn day she saw something unexpected, smthg that caught her eye - the air in the treehouse was refreshing. Finally the mountains were in sight as the fog was slowly clearing.

Music appears and they start to sing and all the young people of London found out that performing arts made them the happiest people in town.

But why was her friend furious, was it connected to the broken collar hanging from his bruised neck? Mr Tulliver sat at his desk, trying to think of a witty name for his gravel business.

They climbed the cloud ladder and when they reached the top, the 2 rabbits sipped their coconut milk and smiled. Where on earth have I put my jar of anchovies?", cried the owl?

The ageing tree uncurled it's long and knot ridden finger to pluck the tightly strung mandolin. And the flies joined together to make one ginormous fly which flew towards a fog drowned steeple.

Mr Horse cried all afternoon because he felt fat. Lovely Mrs Horse kindly suggested he wore his zebra stripe suit to the party.

"Ghosts," drawled the Texan stranger, squinting at the moonlit stampede, "-somethin' must have spooked 'em" She may have only been a spider, but she could fly a helicopter, so off they flew down into the valley unicorns. The zang-dang-doodle exploded in the sky, showering pink buttercups over the forest below.

They both tweeted @drawmystory then realised they could pick up pencils in Islington & draw it too!

The tortoise awoke to find someone had been drawing on his back... but who? Nobody realised that the werewolf was simply misunderstood. Sad and alone, he stood on an empty stage and howled at the moon. "I fell down some stairs and spent 4 hours in A&E which I spent researching for my photography and time essay!"

Hiding out in the chalet far, far in the mountains, Count Dracula awaited dusk to visit the town. So, Lizzie and Iain made it through. The chipmunks, the Panda, and the Rabbits too.

The End.

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How it works

London Web Design Agency, Base Creative are always looking to stretch their creative muscles which is why in Autumn 2011 we recruited multi-award winning designer Lizzie Mary Cullen to lead us in an intense kind of social media experiment.

Starting on Wedneday 23rd November 2011 at 1pm, for an incredible 48 hours, Lizzie drew non-stop on our studio wall. The idea was to create a story illustrated on the wall, drawn purely from tweets sent in.

Each tweet would be a line of a story or a full sentence. As along as the hash tag #Drawmystory was used, they were considered for the wall illustration. We encouraged everyone, from all over the globe, to get involved - and they did!

Once launched, a flood of tweets came in, with a huge amount of publicity from Design Week to Digital Arts, and much of the local press interest. Even as far a field as Italy.

A live video feed meant anyone could see Lizzie in action, and many tuned in for the launch, the press event and the climax at 1pm on Friday the 25th November, where the story ended.

The legacy is a beautiful studio wall, and a great documentary video mapping the progress of the entire 48 hours. Enjoy.