The rules for this thread are the rules for improvisation:
Establish - Who, Where, When, How, and Why
Never Deny - Do not contradict anyone. If someone says we are in a forest, you can’t say no, we are in the ocean. You can say, however, I throw my jetpack on and fly out of the forest into the ocean.
Never ask questions - The burden of creation is on you. Don’t ask someone what they are doing or where they are, tell them.
Commit - Don’t break out of a situation until it has come to it’s fruition.
Now I’ll give a position. The first poster to this thread assumes that position and creates a scene from there. Then any future posters walk in, make up a charachter and contribute to the scene as it has already evolved.
Ready?
::Poster one bends over on all fours and looks up to the sky::
Your goats!!! Your Goats!!! I saw the ship with the big lights fly over the horizon and then I ran down to the field to see if you were OK!!! It was ALIENS!!! They took our goats!!! I can’t believe it!!! Quick call the Media, and then the President!!!
Wait, before you call everyone, there’s something you should know about the aliens, the goats and their plan! I believe I’m the only person who has worked it out! Listen carefully, it’s absolutely vital for the survival of the world that you take this stapler and this daffodil and… aaargh!
[Grimaces, stiffens, falls forward stone dead with a knife in his back].
::rundogrun appears in a sitting position, with pants around ankles::
“Dammit! Why does someone always push the button while I’m on the crapper!”
“Let me guess. Some goats have been swiped by aliens again. I have researched this phemoene, err, phenominimimim, uhh, these happenings before, and inevitably they’ve always lead to some sort of pagan feast.”
::Beeblebrox enters stage left carrying stack of pamphlets::
"Please, may I have a moment of your time. Is there something missing in your life? Have you accepted the Great Goat God Pan into your heart? Have you been born again by his divine song? How can you expect to get into the kingdom of Ellysia without knowing the beauty of his flute? Take some literature. Please, take a pamphlet, go on, take one, don’t be shy, have some literature…
TAKE A PAMPHLET DAMMIT!
"no, no, rundogrun, they’re not two-ply, why do you ask?
"The Goats are gone! It is the Rapture! We must repent! Burn those albums. They are the messages of the Anti-goat, Prince of Muzak. He has arisen! We are doomed! For it is written in the Sacred Book of Cud-Chewing that with the Dafodil of Sorrow and the Stapler of Riding-In-An-Elevator-With-Some-Fat-Guy-With-A-Digestive-Disorder-Who-Ate-Taco-Bell-For-Lunch, the Anti-Goat shall bring down a great plague from the heavens in the form of giant tableware. These are the END TIMES. We are doomed, doomed I say!
We have only one chance. We must prepare for the Feast Of Pan. Please listen to me! Does anyone have 12 dozen gerbils?!"