Shared Story
OK boys and girls, ladies and germs, those of indeterminate sex, and our friends from the animal kingdom (hope I didn't leave anybody out!). I don't know if this game has ever been played here before. If it has, humour me. If it hasn't, humour me anyway. I'm interested to see if it can be made to work online. It's an old Theatresports game (think "Whose line is it anyway?" if you don't know what that is).
Here's how it works. In a moment, you will get the title of the story (from moi) and the first line and a bit of the story (also from moi). You then have to complete the line of the story and add your own, preferably leaving the sentence open-ended or incomplete. And so on. The idea being to develop a continuous story, building on the idea of the former player and marching steadfastly towards making the title make sense. Yes it requires team work! So this thread is almost certainly guaranteed to be a disaster. (In fact, I'm betting some smart arse will f**k it up within the first 3 posts.)
Here are a couple of rules to help it work in this medium:
1. You can't finish your own line (ie. you can't post 2 lines in a row)
2. If two people post at the same time, the first post is the one that counts. The second post can then become the next line in the story if it makes sense. Otherwise it should be ignored.
3. Please post your "line" first and then any additional comments (ie. non-story comments) underneath so we know what's what.
In case you're completely befuddled, here's an example of how it works.
Player 1: Suddenly, shots rang out from Steve's office. Fred turned to Jon and said......
Player 2: ...."oh my god, Bob from marketing just went in there!" Both men lunged towards the office door just as.....
Player 3: .....Steve emerged brandishing an AK-47 and a maniacal grin. He pulled a blood soaked.......
Get it? Got it? Good. Here we go.
The Title:
"Eaten Alive!"
Line 1:
Mounted on their trusty llamas, Hector and Oliver made their way down the narrow country lane. All of a sudden, from the bushes to their left they heard.......
Here's how it works. In a moment, you will get the title of the story (from moi) and the first line and a bit of the story (also from moi). You then have to complete the line of the story and add your own, preferably leaving the sentence open-ended or incomplete. And so on. The idea being to develop a continuous story, building on the idea of the former player and marching steadfastly towards making the title make sense. Yes it requires team work! So this thread is almost certainly guaranteed to be a disaster. (In fact, I'm betting some smart arse will f**k it up within the first 3 posts.)
Here are a couple of rules to help it work in this medium:
1. You can't finish your own line (ie. you can't post 2 lines in a row)
2. If two people post at the same time, the first post is the one that counts. The second post can then become the next line in the story if it makes sense. Otherwise it should be ignored.
3. Please post your "line" first and then any additional comments (ie. non-story comments) underneath so we know what's what.
In case you're completely befuddled, here's an example of how it works.
Player 1: Suddenly, shots rang out from Steve's office. Fred turned to Jon and said......
Player 2: ...."oh my god, Bob from marketing just went in there!" Both men lunged towards the office door just as.....
Player 3: .....Steve emerged brandishing an AK-47 and a maniacal grin. He pulled a blood soaked.......
Get it? Got it? Good. Here we go.
The Title:
"Eaten Alive!"
Line 1:
Mounted on their trusty llamas, Hector and Oliver made their way down the narrow country lane. All of a sudden, from the bushes to their left they heard.......
Comments
...taunts from her zombie counterparts about being "so alive and happy" all the time...
...and for her persistence in wearing provocative make-up, sexy clothes, and totally uncalled-for fishnet pantyhose (hahaha). Her outrageous style set the whole place on edge with a most unzombiesque quivering tension; and finally, she was...
*It's okay to plagarize from another thread, isn't it?
Hector's llama regurgitated, waking him from his daydreaming. Rustling in the banana leaves above gianed intesisty as Hector pulled his well-worn Phased Plasma Rifle from his saddle bag. The dragons they'd seen yesterday had to be close, no need to risk...
[Damn. Someone interrupted me and my response landed out of step. Please ignore.