I a bored shitless. I sit here wondering what kind of message board game would be really fun and cool, and at the same time have the potential to produce an epic story.
One idea that loosly staggers about in my head like an ancient man with rickets, is a thread where we each contribute a twist/character/element to a story. We don’t write the story as such, but rather plan it and build the foundations. The OP might say the story is about a boy who gets thrown back in time against his will. The second poster might add how this happens. The third poster might come up with a friend for the boy in the past. The fourth might say when and where the boy has gone and describe it.
Eventually the best writer(s) might decide to make it into a story.
(I am currently reading His Dark Materials (just started the 2nd book) so am feeling a bit inspired)
Probably wouldn’t work, but worth mentioning.
Is there a website that lists cool message board word games? Maybe ones that haven’t been tried here?
With a Doper. A bored Doper. Name of Boredoper. He’s tried all the games in MPSIMS, and found them wanting. He’s flailing about for something, anything to amuse him as he hovers over his keyboard. Then, suddenly, it hits him:
He quickly realizes that instead of asking his boss for the pool table and the suppliers for the three ton load of bricks, he asked his boss for the three ton load of bricks and the suppliers for the pool table. What wacky hijinks will ensue to correct the mix-up?
The boss is an angry strict man, but he’s not the villain, the villain is the supervisor.
Love interest - A girl at the local martial arts club that Boredoper has just joined. She can throw him, and anyone else across the room. But she isn’t butch, if anything she’s a lady.
Boredoper needs a sidekick, too: a lovable goofball who’s not as good-looking, competent, or attractive to the ladies, to make him look good.
Introducing: Fergus Guffoon, 5 foot 4 inch, freckled, sandy hair that has an irrepressible cowlick, kinda bandylegged and skinny. His taste in clothes runs to gaudy colors and patterns that never match.
The sidekick should also provide a running gag or catch-phrase. What is it?
The suppilers get the order for the pool table, and wonder what Boredoper has been up to this time. He has a long history with this particular supply company, and so should know that pool tables have never been in their catalog.
Boredoper needs someone to look after his home base of operations whilst he and Fergus and Toto are out fighting, uh…what are they fighting anyway? Boredom? I’ll leave that up to another contributor.
Introducing Mr. Winston Perithorpe as our heroes’ trusty butler, mechanic, masseur, computer fix-it guy and landscaper extraordinaire. He’s 6’0", has dark hair, a faint, unplaceable accent, likes water polo, and subtly ridicules those in his care. He silently dislikes Toto for defecating in his shoes every other week, but cheerfully feeds the mutt and tweaks his ears a little too hard once in a while.
Boredoper has to have (or at least had) parents. His mother is one of those waitresses who dyes her hair a ghastly shade of red, chain-smokes Marlboros, and calls everybody “Hon”. Her husband is a lackluster life insurance salesman who generally comes home from work and secretes himself in the den with a pitcher of martinis and the Frank Sinatra LP’s he plays on his hi-fi. However, this man is not Boredoper’s actual father. Who is, and will Boredoper ever learn the truth? Does our hero have any brothers or sisters?
What Boredoper doesn’t know is that that chain-smoking waitress is his dad! A week after Boredoper was born, his parents were in a car crash, his father awoke from a coma a few weeks later to learn that his wife was missing and his infant son was being taken care of by neighbors. In an unexplained move, he quit his job as an accountant, dyed his hair red, picked up the Marlboros and never looked back. To this day Boredoper has no idea.
But what of his mother? Where is she?
And why does Boredoper have that odd fixation with ceiling fans?
Meanwhile, Boredoper’s irascible boss, Elmo Grubblet, has had it with Boredoper’s constant ordering of odd items. (And just what is the real reason behind the pool table?) In a huff, he marches into the office of the villain, Supervisor Snarkly Lashwhip, and demands that our hero be fired.
Will he? Or is there a reason why the evil supervisor has been keeping Boredoper under his bloodshot eye?
We find that Mr. Winston has a secret addiction to pool tables. The floor of his house is entirely covered in pool tables (he walks on top of them, and sleeps in one). However, he strenuously denies that he told Boredoper to buy one for his boss. He claims that his identical twin brother Mr. Marlboro Perithorpe must have infiltrated Boredoper’s house and told him to order the table! Mr. Marlboro looks exactly like Mr. Winston except that he has only one nostril.
Is there any truth to this wild tale? Did the evil one-nostriled one really order the pool table for his own nefarious purposes or for those of Snarkley Lashwhip? Or is the butler just trying to pretend that he can quit whenever he wants to?
And then there’s Edsel Tirebiter, the local ne-er-do-well, who’s always hanging around the office where Boredoper works, cracking jokes and cadging cigs. He’s just a harmless local character.
Or is he? Why does he always seem to be around when odd items are being delivered? And just what is his relationship with Fergus Guffoon?