The game is thinking of a scenario in which a Hollywood hero saves the day by using a seemingly useless skill/talent posted by the previous poster
Followed by stating a new useless skill/tallent challenge for the next poster to work into a plot device for the next blockbuster
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How could knowing the first thousand digits of pi help Will the Kitten survive the zombie onslaught?(bonus point if answer does not include computers or Cryptology)
Will was trapped! :eek:
He had been forced to venture out into the city, looking for food or others not affected by the dreaded zombie virus. However a crowd of zombies had appeared round the corner and another group behind him. There was nowhere to run to and the zombies were lumbering remorselessly toward him.
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However by mentally reciting the first thousand digits of PI , Will put himself into a trance-like state and convinced the zombie horde that he was one of them.
After they left, he was able to find help and get rescued!
Our hero, Gus Hansen, is a poker player who can rapidly stack his poker chips into neat sorted piles.
Faced with King Kong preparing to trash New York, how can Gus save the day?
Gus Hansen, probably the worse poker player ever, (save his one special talent…but more about this shortly) was down to his last chip, gaining entrance to the “top of the world” card game at the Empire state seemed like a great idea at the time, but his system of raising until he got a Poker (of preferably Aces) did not seem to work as well as expected.
When suddenly violent crash disturbed the game, Gus fearing the worse jumped under table. Rising a few seconds later to seeing his companions decapitated by the wing of a Bi-plane, Normally Gus would have gone in to state of shock if not for the Giant Ape staring a him though the now missing wall of the skyscraper, using the only skill he was sure would never fail him, he gathered the chips on the table forming them with one elegant movement into two neat towers….Gus was never sure what he had hoped to accomplish with this …but it captured the attention of the colossal simian….Gus toppled the towers, letting the chips scatter over the table, the Monkey of ridiculous size stirred , only to pause entranced when Gus performed his magic on the tokens. Knowing now why the gypsy lady had insisted Gus learn this specific feat, Gus continued to enchant Gorilla-rex. Gus could not tell you how long this went on, hours? days?…his hands moved as if possessed by a Las Vegas daemon, when suddenly the stare of the beast went blank….a King Kong size dart sticking out of the neck of the giganteum, and in moment that seemed a eternity, King Kong fell down into the New York streets……as in a dream Gus stood up and said to no one in particular ….”I would like to cash this in”
“And how will being able finish Bioshock in one sit, without save games or Vita-chambers, help you now? , mr Kitten” Laughing Professor Neuteronn set the elaborate death trap into motion
General: Dammit! We should have never fired Dr. Hokkenheimer. He’s the only one with the right explosive formula to stop this meteorite.
Scientist: Agreed, But we can still hire him back.
General: We need to find him first. Last I heard, he spent the 80s working in porn under a pseudonym.
Scientist: All records of 80s porn stars disappeared in the great porn crash of 09. We’ll never find him!
Janitor: I might be able to help.
General: Who are you?
Janitor: I’m the janitor, but that’s not important. Did Hokkenheimer have any distinguishing features?
Scientist: He had a mole on both butt cheeks. Don’t ask how I know.
Janitor: Dick Hardeville! Star of such movies as The Shlong is long and Doctor Pornhard. Lives in Santa Monica nowadays.
General: Son, you just saved the world.
How would the ability to lick his own nose help Jim, the hot dog vendor, defeat the terrorists that have taken over Yankee stadium?
“My throat is closing. I can’t breath.” (gasp-gasp) The guy fell to his knees.
“Get back I say!” I pushed to the front of the crowd and whipped out my turntable.
I quickly played, “Get Back Honky Cat” by Elton John mixed with a techno beat.
The guy stood up and smiled. “I’m fine.”
He told his story to the newspaper the next day, “Last Night A DJ Saved My Life.”
Hot dogs and stadiums go hand in hand. This was bad news for Jim, as the terrorists who had captured Yankee stadium couldn’t believe their blessings - in capturing him, America was now deprived of baseball and highly processed meat. Symbolically, at least. Either way, apart from the president, Jim was given the worst treatment of all the hostages.
He was tied up, beaten, and force-fed his own greasy, drippen produce. After many hours and several million calories, the terrorists had one final torment - he was left alone, still tied up, with the key to his cuffs secured to his nose with some solidified fat. He could see, feel and smell his freedom, but he couldn’t reach it - or so the terrorists thought. As soon as they were gone, Jim reached his tongue out and, on the third attempt, grabbed the key. Success!
Once free, it was little effort for Jim, the hot dog vendor, to overpower the terrorists. He was used to dealing with crowds of sports fanatics, after all.
With the ability to listen to the same song on a loop without getting sick of it, ever, how does Ralph save his girlfriend whose car is dangling precariously over the cliff?
, Will put himself into a trance-like state and convinced the zombie horde that he was one of them.
