Here's a game that I have played F2F and I think it will translate well in this medium. The idea is to write a story as a group. Each participant may make no more than two comments limited to two sentences each. Only one character is permitted to be killed off in the story (no miraculous resuscitations later in order to kill off someone else). The story ends when the original blogger posts his or her second comment.
This week's story will feature Albert, a retired sock factory worker who lives in Nice, France.
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On Saturday, Albert decided to take the dogs for a walk down by the beach instead of the usual nearby park. Normally the two dalmatians were energetic, even annoyingly so, but this day they seemed unnaturally subdued.
Grateful for the lack of constant tug on the leashes, he lapsed into contemplating the hypnotic pull of the lap, lap, lap of the waves coming ashore. Funny, he thought, to be so close to all he ever dreamed, yet so far away.
Close because the submarine waited, silent and somber, just below the waves. Far because, even though he would never return to this spot, it would be a long, hard journey to his ultimate destination.
The calm was suddenly disturbed with winds as the blue clear sky began to fill with storm clouds. The lightning became intense as he sought out shelter, but before he could reach his destination he heard a cry of pain and inhaled the scent of scorched hair.
He was already tired and believed that, since he was retired, his journey called life was quickly ending with little to show for it. He had no idea that the knit, knit, knitting of the socks was just the beginning.
As Albert looked across the horizon, he saw a small boat working its way to shore. Small figures scurried frantically around the boat.
The two men in the boat were bailing water as fast as they could and managed to ferry Albert and his dogs back to the submarine. Once he was aboard, Albert's henchmen had the captain locked in the brig and awaited Albert's order to set sail for Bali - Land of the Sockless Natives.
But alas, it was a trick to lure Albert aboard that fateful ship to asail on that freightful trip. There was no food in site and Albert's dogs were beginning to look tasty to the crew.
Albert frantically tried to come up with a plan for his beloved canine companions' safety. Suddenly he spotted an island in the distance and shouted his discovery to the ravenous men.
Jaque, the first mate, wasn't about to fall for Albert's ploy, knowing that if all the men left the submarine in search of food, Albert would sail to the sockless land alone. Jaque made his way to the submarine's warehouse where he hid among the needles, yarn and materials, and with nothing better to do, he began knitting socks of his own design.
And as Jaque knitted, he dreamed. Dreamed of his beloved homeland where there was a Burger King on each street corner (and they carried a vegan menu).
"Hummus wrap, guacamole, sprouts, smoothie..." He drooled and drifted mindlessly. Just as he started to fantasize about dipping strawberries into dark chocolate, he was jolted awake.
The cold, wet noses of his dogs on Albert's neck were telling him they needed to be walked. Albert's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he whispered, "Yes....That would work, if only....yes..."
Jaque ran up the stairs just in time to see Albert jetting away from the submarine in the mini-sub, leaving behind the dalmatians to fight out an existence with the first mate. With him Albert carried the plans for the sock-knitting factory which would revolutionize Polynesia by rendering coconut fiber into soft, airy, and protective socks in a wide range of tropical colors.
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Wow, you guys did not make that easy! But at least there were only two (human) characters to deal with. Thanks for the participation!
It was totally fun!
Are we gonna get to play again? And will we get to leave more than two comments? And will there be socks involved?
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