Splotchy’s story virus – it’s a good virus!
Cats: Uncategorized|I’ve been double- tagged by the enigmatic Splotchy and the charming Cormac Brown for the Son of the Son of the Story Virus (V3).
Here is how it works:
He starts a story and tags a bunch of people to add the next piece on. So I’ve written the second paragraph of the story and I will then tag people to continue with this thread. The interesting thing about this story is that it will mutate into many different directions on the Internetz.
Players should link to the previous site and include the tagger’s site. You should also include the previous chapters in your post.
Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.
Splotchy’s opening paragraph:
The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn’t prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me.
My second ‘graph
As I opened the top of the cardboard box, a strange odor rose into the moist air of the bus. At first, I pegged as leather, but as I dug further into the box, removing layer upon layer of water-stained paper, the smell grew stronger and more pungent. It was more pelt-of-dead-animal, than leather. The pong swirled up the aisle of the bus, alerting the senses of my fellow passengers. They turned their attention to me, but I was more interested in the contents of the box. As I opened final layer of paper wrapping, I heard a woman’s scream…
For the third paragraph of this fascinating story in the making, I tag:
Dick
December 9th, 2008 at 11:38 pm
Cool. Let me think about this one.
December 10th, 2008 at 12:22 am
Very, very nice!
Thanks a lot for being infected.
December 10th, 2008 at 2:00 am
Oh, I like this! You used one of my favorite smell words, “pong”
December 10th, 2008 at 10:17 am
Excellent! That is quite different from mine. It’s very spooky…
December 10th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Yay! I love these things. I shall give it a think.
December 10th, 2008 at 11:48 pm
Oh my god! What’s in the box?
Okley dokley. I am behind as shit on tags, but I shall get to this in a few days. Pinky swear.
December 11th, 2008 at 9:41 am
Megan, I’ll keep stopping in to see
Splotchy, I wish all virus perpetrators were that polite.
Flannery, welcome to GT! I saw yours and it was different.
Allison, I look forward to your chapter.
Barbara, slacker! (And I should know been the queen meme slacker!)
December 11th, 2008 at 1:29 pm
I don’t have anyone to tag, nor do I have anywhere else to post my story. So I will post it here just because I can:
…I heard a woman scream…
“What the hell do you think you are doing?! Do you make a habit of snooping through strangers things on buses? You’re a freak.”
What was I doing? What compelled me? I could get the crap beaten out of me for pulling shit like that. From now on it’s “eye’s front”. It really is foolish to concern myself with what some stranger is porting around with them.
But what if they are terrorists? What if it’s anthrax or a bomb? Then isn’t it my civic duty to look? I could save lives.
RING, RING
“911, what is the nature of the emergency?”
There is a person on this bus with a box, and I don’t know what’s in it! It could be chemical weapons, or worse, biological!
CLICK.
December 15th, 2008 at 9:50 am
Dick, ahhhhh! I’m hanging, in suspense, dying to know what will happen next ….