On the show “Whose Line Is It Anyway?” there’s a game where the cast members act out a storyline, using various themes or genres (and changing themes throughout the game). For example: the game begins as a story about, oh, plumbers. The theme chosen is science fiction. The characters then have to act out the scene in the style of science fiction movies. Then the theme changes to, say, romance, and the scene has to be continued in the style of that genre.
So, why not do the same thing here, except write a story instead? The rules of the game: each poster must write part of a story (a few sentences will do…we’re not looking for masterpieces here) using the theme and continuing the storyline provided by the last poster. Then they must set the theme for the next poster, and so on. Feel free to take the story wherever you want, make it dramatic or humorous or whatever, but try to keep it from getting too ridiculous.
::Begin::
Brrrringgg…the phone banished my peaceful dreams and brought me struggling up through a fog into wakefulness. I lay in bed, too fatigued to get up and stop the infernal ringing. It didn’t seem worth it, especially considering that I had a splitting headache. This was one of those headaches that feel like fireworks inside your cranium, minus the neat visuals. For a moment I coudn’t remember where I’d been last night or how I got this brain-melting ache, but then it came back to me…
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Next poster: I’ll make it easy. Continue this story in the detective-story style.
…that dame I spent the night with. She must’ve done it to me. I felt along my scalp. There. The bumps. That was no phone ringing. That was my head! I lit my cigarette and exhaled slowly.
“Dames,” I said…
Science fiction
(And Film and Theatre styles is one of my favorite Whose Line games)
…I gazed out of the viewport as the sleek fighters of the Galactic Security Force arced gracefully past as the continued their patrol. I glanced at the time, damn, she could be on a transport to the other side of the galaxy by now. I hurriedly got dressed, and headed to the RecZone to meet with…
…that rarest of all finds, a man who really can express his needs, desires and aspirations. Expecting that this was going to probably be an extended encounter, I decided to make it easy for the both of us, and put us at our most comfortable ease by…
I didn’t wear a gown
When I went to town
I didn’t bring a ring
I didn’t bring a thing
I didn’t say “forever”
I didn’t say “why don’t you ever?”
I turned down the alarm on my biological clock
And I certainly didn’t ask, “Goddammit, where’s my rock?”
She strode into the room and took in the splendor that was the Prime RecZone Gallery with one wall simply gone and the bottomless ache of the spacial void filled with and restrained invisibly by perfectly ground crystalline lattice that had been formed into an invisible wall reaching upwards more than one hundred feet past which she strode suffused with the potential of the moment he had been more or less the nexus of her existence and the sudden wrenching awareness of her lack of perspective had lifted her up and out of the torpor and caused her to reevaluate all that he had become in her life was he nothing more than a svelte dark svengali with rippling thighs and a soothing even tone that seduced her from brain stem on out? or in fact was he less than that simply some useful artifice she had created in the manbot synthchamber just before departure from sol those endless months before her mind churned along with the need to be succinct yet not overly cruel after all what was this man was he a man or was he a miraculous amalgam of parts just the sum of 7,200 years of technology run amuck there he sat and his body language sang a sad song she could barely ignore as she approached her body responded with helpless chemical finality her eyes dialiated slowly as her blood pounded through her skin causing her bosom to tingle and she felt lightheaded surely this man was so much more than construct he was the love of her life the propellant force up into the heavens their lovemaking was filled with laughter and the bemused puns of thrust and lift and gravity and docking then she stopped herself with brutal precision this was not another tete a tete this was cause and effect he had brought this to closure and this was beyond climax and well into the range of denoument her eyes went steely calm and the flush drained from her bosom as rapidly as it had silked it’s way through it for surely this was her moment of epiphany her freedom to be savoured and drawn out for decades he was a creature of habit and she had arisen for surely she was more than that and could never turn back to him and live on the same level as his banality demanded Michael Crichton style
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