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Black.Ice
10-15-2006, 1:56 AM
This is going to be another version of the tandem story. However, rather than the two-word one that's currently running, it's going to be serious. If anyone posts anything that's just crazy, or doesn't have a serious feel to it, just skip it.


Rules:
You can post two sentences.
Your story must continue the plot (listed below).Other than that, keep the story life-like and make it like a real story. Include dialogue and detailed descriptions. Introduce new characters as you see fit, and you can even start your own chapters / sections if you think they're necessary. Feel free to include comments of what you're thinking along with your post to make sure the person continuing follows your same line of thought.

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PLOT: The protagonist John is a college-student who's close to graduating. On a particularly boring weekend, he is picking up groceries from a small mom and pop store when an armed burglar robs the store. John attempts to intervene, and is wounded.

(The ending is undecided)

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It was the middle of October in the small town of Orgnetville. The clean, crisp nighttime wind rustled the leaves around a small apartment complex.

(Comments: Alright, just a pretty standard / uninteresting intro. It's night time, trying to set up his living conditions right now. Maybe introduce him, start off with his night-life of what he does... Then he'll go to the store tomorrow in the morning...)



EDIT
CLOSED

REASON

FAILURE.

Zerg_eater
10-15-2006, 2:14 AM
the villagers close their doors and windows.the evil cowboy is hear!

Protosschick99
10-15-2006, 2:37 AM
(OOC: Okay comon now--Realistic homie :P)

John sat on his couch, glued to his tv. For he was playing Halo 2 on his brand new X-box 360.

hammocksleeper
10-15-2006, 11:32 AM
It was the middle of October in the small town of Orgnetville. The clean, crisp nighttime wind rustled the leaves around a small apartment complex. the villagers close their doors and windows. the evil cowboy is here! John sat on his couch, glued to his tv. For he was playing Halo 2 on his brand new X-box 360. He thinks to himself, this landlord job is pretty easy. But upon hearing the cowboy coming, John puts down the controller and shouts out the window in a loud voice that pierces the silence of the night, "Hey you, asshole! No pets allowed!"

DragonPaladin
10-15-2006, 11:43 AM
OOC: Hammock -.- please stick to the script, he's a college student.

Instead of obeying John's commands, the cowboy gives him the one-finger salute and rides off, his horse clip-clopping on the sidewalk. "Goddamn assholes", he mutters, "no quiet around here." As if to concur with his sentiments, the student in the floor above him turned up his stereo to the max. "Damnit! I need to get out of here." Grabbing his keys and wallet off the table, John opens the door and steps outside into the brisk, clean air. The sound from the apartments is muted now by insulation and the world is clean and quiet.
"Ahh, now that's some nice air." A jogger runs by and waves to him. He waves back. "Hmm", he thought, "I think I'll take a bike ride." In the garage, he quickly fixes up his own pre-college bike, which was surprisingly still comfortable. The chain was rusty, but a little WD-40 changed all that. Orgnetville was an unfamiliar place for him. He had grown up all his life in Blizzforumville and had only come here recently to attend the University of Schwitzer on a scholarship. John was so engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to see another biker coming towards him. By the time he noticed the movement from out of the corner of his eye, it was too late. John quickly swerved to avoid clipping the biker, but a wall was in his way. The only thing he thought before he hit the wall head-on was, "Holy shit, that's a hot girl."

OOC: He shouldn't be injured too much, bruises, cuts, scapes. And the girl was the biker.

TinyDancer
10-15-2006, 5:47 PM
OOC: Um, DP, I thought it was add 2 sentences, not 2 paragraphs. >.>

DragonPaladin
10-15-2006, 7:29 PM
OOC: KK I like writing.;