Tandem Story

[Schwitzer]

Okey, ground rules:
This is a tandem story. Each person in turn adds an entire line to the story.

Don't get too outrageous, or this whole project just goes straight to hell. Use correct spelling and grammar, please, to save the next person having to correct your line. If you want to crap on about umbrella banana guns or something stupid do it elsewhere, because those sort of things just ruin a good story.

You can be funny, witty etc, just not too stupid. I'm hoping that by allowing whole lines we can increase productivity, creativity and sensibility. Please don't disappoint me.

Let's begin.

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather.

[Xenon]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane.

[Black.Ice]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair.

[TheBB]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

[Thereisnocowlevel]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday. The relentless barrage of water pattering on the glass divider between him and the world mirrored the endless battery of insults his boss had thrown at him on the day preceding the current, and his ego was still bruised by the fierocity of the pompous overlord's tirade.

[Schwitzer]

Um... don't mean to be rude, but can we change that sentence, Cowlevel... a story about a guy who got ticked off by his boss probably isn't going to be too great...

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago.

[JenJen]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time.

[Thereisnocowlevel]

Um... don't mean to be rude, but can we change that sentence, Cowlevel... a story about a guy who got ticked off by his boss probably isn't going to be too great...

Sure, you can change it. But there are plenty of stories that start with the character being fired (which was what I was trying to get at) and having to rebuild their lives. Well, at least you didn't call me a dickless monkey.

[hammocksleeper]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. Across the street he could see Mrs. Balmouth in her cut-off jean shorts spilling sudsy water all over her enormous jamaicas; wielding them with the skill of a woman of experience like two umbrella banana guns, she was showing them off to the entire neighborhood, and the entire neighborhood was watching.

[Schwitzer]

Across the street he could see Mrs. Balmouth in her cut-off jean shorts spilling sudsy water all over her enormous jamaicas; wielding them with the skill of a woman of experience like two umbrella banana guns, she was showing them off to the entire neighborhood, and the entire neighborhood was watching.
Hammock, don't. I know you think you're being funny, but the truth of the matter is that you're being an immature smart-arse. When posting in a thread in the Game Room, don't go against the rules set down by the thread creator. That is all.

[Xenon]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned that his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

[Schwitzer]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

[Xenon]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart. Jake suddenly realized something; he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than 3 months now ever since they decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship!

[Schwitzer]

Jeez, Xenon, lol....

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

[Mtank]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

[hammocksleeper]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

[TheBB]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

Jake looked at the phone, puzzled. This made no sense. The clinic had been there for as long as he could remember, at least before he and Jennifer moved here. He decided to take a walk down there instead. Jennifer was still asleep.

[Thereisnocowlevel]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

Jake looked at the phone, puzzled. This made no sense. The clinic had been there for as long as he could remember, at least before he and Jennifer moved here. He decided to take a walk down there instead. Jennifer was still asleep.

He put on a massive overcoat and a somber expression, and descended from his room that felt more like a graveyard onto the first floor. Sighing, he swung open the door to face the the full fury of the storm, a fury that mirrored the tempest of emotions roiling within him.

[JenJen]

i have no sentence so continue...but why do the Jennifers always have the bad contagious diseases? :(

[Xenon]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

Jake looked at the phone, puzzled. This made no sense. The clinic had been there for as long as he could remember, at least before he and Jennifer moved here. He decided to take a walk down there instead. Jennifer was still asleep.

He put on a massive overcoat and a somber expression, and descended from his loft that felt more like a graveyard onto the main floor. Sighing, he swung open the door to face the the full fury of the storm, a fury that mirrored the tempest of emotions roiling within him. Like an oil fire on the ocean, his fear and his anger burned at the edges of his soul.

It was a scene he had witnessed many times in the last year. He had just returned three months ago this Christmas from a twelve month tour as a firefighter aboard the "Hibernia"; a platform oil rig. Largest in the world.

"T'weren't none bigger",

he mumbled into the gray skies as he glanced quickly at the weathervane from beneath his battered Stetson Gable. It was a hat his father had worn. He thrummed the edge of the brim twice on the right and once on the left for good luck; symbolically gathering the negative energies he was feeling from the dexter side and casting them off and away from him on the sinister.

Damnit! He needed to concentrate.

EVERYONE: Didn't seem like I was writing that much... but I just smoked a blunt. Mea culpa, mea culpa.

JenJen: It's a known fact. These things happen to Jennifers all the time. There's this girl at work... well... never mind that. ;)

[Spartan-II]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

Jake looked at the phone, puzzled. This made no sense. The clinic had been there for as long as he could remember, at least before he and Jennifer moved here. He decided to take a walk down there instead. Jennifer was still asleep.

He put on a massive overcoat and a somber expression, and descended from his loft that felt more like a graveyard onto the main floor. Sighing, he swung open the door to face the the full fury of the storm, a fury that mirrored the tempest of emotions roiling within him.Like an oil fire on the ocean, his fear and his anger burned at the edges of his soul.

It was a scene he had witnessed many times in the last year. He had just returned three months ago this Christmas from a twelve month tour as a firefighter aboard the "Hibernia"; a platform oil rig. Largest in the world.

"T'weren't none bigger",

he mumbled into the gray skies as he glanced quickly at the weathervane from beneath his battered Stetson Gable. It was a hat his father had worn. He thrummed the edge of the brim twice on the right and once on the left for good luck; symbolically gathering the negative energies he was feeling from the dexter side and casting them off and away from him on the sinister.

Damnit! He needed to concentrate.

Suddenly, abruptly, a thought broke into his mind, where had Jennifer gotten HIV?

[Xenon]

It was another bleak day, and Jake had the mood to match the weather. The raindrops were condensing on his bedroom window like fat tadpoles; fighting over the last morsel of dry windowpane. Jake let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He tried as best he could to concentrate on the rain beating the window, instead of what had happened yesterday.

But yesterday would not be forgotten, and his mind kept replaying the events that had shattered his life less than twenty-four hours ago. Jake opened the window, felt the chilling air against his face and went back to the early morning hours of yesterday in his mind, hopefully for the last painful time. That was a fanciful thought; as if he would ever forget the date, time, or place he had learned his girlfriend --the love of his life-- was HIV positive.

He had often imagined their future - living together, having kids, retiring; all dreams that were now as broken as his heart.

Jake suddenly remembered that he had been having unprotected sex with Jeniffer for more than three months; ever since they had decided that they were a couple and serious about their burgeoning relationship. The realisation gripped him with dread, and he felt sick in the stomache and weak at the knees.

He managed to stumble to the phone, sweat dripping down his now feverish brow, and dialed the number of the local clinic.

Jake recognized the woman who picked up the phone, as the voice was all too familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then as she was halfway through her first sentence he remembered who it was: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. Please check the number, then dial again," said the operator.

Jake looked at the phone, puzzled. This made no sense. The clinic had been there for as long as he could remember, at least before he and Jennifer moved here. He decided to take a walk down there instead. Jennifer was still asleep.

He put on a massive overcoat and a somber expression, and descended from his loft that felt more like a graveyard onto the main floor. Sighing, he swung open the door to face the the full fury of the storm, a fury that mirrored the tempest of emotions roiling within him.Like an oil fire on the ocean, his fear and his anger burned at the edges of his soul.

It was a scene he had witnessed many times in the last year. He had just returned three months ago this Christmas from a twelve month tour as a firefighter aboard the "Hibernia"; a platform oil rig. Largest in the world.

"T'weren't none bigger",

he mumbled into the gray skies as he glanced quickly at the weathervane from beneath his battered Stetson Gable. It was a hat his father had worn. He thrummed the edge of the brim twice on the right and once on the left for good luck; symbolically gathering the negative energies he was feeling from the dexter side and casting them off and away from him on the sinister.

Damnit! He needed to concentrate.

Suddenly, abruptly, a thought broke into his mind, where had Jennifer gotten HIV?

He cranked over the engine in his trusted Land Rover and rattled down the drive to the side-road. Hanging a left onto Nepean Sea Road he accelerated as quickly as the battered old '84 could go. Which wasn't necessarily saying much, as Jen loved to remind him; damnit all to hell! Could he do nothing without thinking of her?

*NOTE: Suddenly and Abruptly mean almost the same things. Sounds a bit off or forced. Also, why does it all have to be sudden? Where are we rushing our intrepid hero off to? Why must everything surprise him? Can't we build his character a bit before we swim down deeper into the plot?

[Spartan-II]

I was going for forced.. It needed to be like SMACK omg omg!!! Lol..