Post by Robyn on Oct 17, 2009 1:43:37 GMT -3
So here’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while, a round robin! Or in this case, a round ROBYN HAHA GET IT CAUSE ACK DON’T HIT. This is how it works: I’ll start a story, then someone adds to it, then someone else adds to it, and so on!
Since it’s October, I’m going to do something Halloween themed, so we’ll see where that takes us. Also, I wrote in prose, but you can write in script or whatever is comfortable. Okay, here goes!
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In the not-so-distant future…AFTER the not-so-distant future…
“And there, on the handle...was a hook!”
“That was a pretty lame story, Mike.”
“Yeah, I’ve had scarier bowel movements than that story.”
Mike Nelson frowned at his robot pals, Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo, briefly wondering if he should bother to point out that robots don’t have bowel movements. At least, he was pretty sure.
“W-Well, it scared me as a kid!”
“Come on, it’s my turn.” Mike reluctantly gave the flashlight to Joel Robinson. Joel immediately put the light under his face and began, speaking in his best "spooky" voice:
“Okay uh…once upon a time there was a little boy and uh, one day he was at school and he decided to go down to the boiler room…which was dark…and filled with pipes…and seen through a green filter!”
“AUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!” The Bots screamed in terror and dove behind the couch. Joel chuckled. When he saw Mike’s bewildered expression, he said, “You just gotta know what pushes their buttons.”
Just then the doorbell rang. “Oh uh, I’ll get it,” Mike said, getting to his feet. He grabbed a large bowl of candy.
“Forget the Trick’er Treaters!” Crow said, poking his head out from behind the couch, “More candy for us!”
“No way,” Joel said, “you don’t want the house to get egged or TPed or…set on fire or whatever it is kids do now.”
“I think now they just sue you for the cruel and unusual withholding of sweets,” Mike said.
“I still think we should’ve given out Chick Tracts instead,” Tom said, “those things are hilarious!”
“Now that would DEFINITELY get the house on fire,” Mike said, opening the front door. When he looked out, he was surprised to see there were no Trick’er Treaters on the porch. Instead, IT WAS…
Since it’s October, I’m going to do something Halloween themed, so we’ll see where that takes us. Also, I wrote in prose, but you can write in script or whatever is comfortable. Okay, here goes!
~
In the not-so-distant future…AFTER the not-so-distant future…
“And there, on the handle...was a hook!”
“That was a pretty lame story, Mike.”
“Yeah, I’ve had scarier bowel movements than that story.”
Mike Nelson frowned at his robot pals, Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo, briefly wondering if he should bother to point out that robots don’t have bowel movements. At least, he was pretty sure.
“W-Well, it scared me as a kid!”
“Come on, it’s my turn.” Mike reluctantly gave the flashlight to Joel Robinson. Joel immediately put the light under his face and began, speaking in his best "spooky" voice:
“Okay uh…once upon a time there was a little boy and uh, one day he was at school and he decided to go down to the boiler room…which was dark…and filled with pipes…and seen through a green filter!”
“AUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!” The Bots screamed in terror and dove behind the couch. Joel chuckled. When he saw Mike’s bewildered expression, he said, “You just gotta know what pushes their buttons.”
Just then the doorbell rang. “Oh uh, I’ll get it,” Mike said, getting to his feet. He grabbed a large bowl of candy.
“Forget the Trick’er Treaters!” Crow said, poking his head out from behind the couch, “More candy for us!”
“No way,” Joel said, “you don’t want the house to get egged or TPed or…set on fire or whatever it is kids do now.”
“I think now they just sue you for the cruel and unusual withholding of sweets,” Mike said.
“I still think we should’ve given out Chick Tracts instead,” Tom said, “those things are hilarious!”
“Now that would DEFINITELY get the house on fire,” Mike said, opening the front door. When he looked out, he was surprised to see there were no Trick’er Treaters on the porch. Instead, IT WAS…