You can play as many times as you like but no contiguous submissions (i.e. someone has to go after you before you go again).
If this works we will end up with something resembling a story. If it doesn’t we’ll end up with multiple. “and suddenly [insert bad fight sequence/car explosion/he woke up…../blah blah blah]”
I’ll go first:
Gary had been annoyed all evening. Maurice hadn’t painted anything in months and the armadillo has just racked up more $400 on Paypal since dinner time. Easter had really gone to shit over the years.
Gary’s life in general hasn’t been the greatest. Maurice, Gary’s room mate, hasn’t made any money with his artwork lately and Gary now has to pay the next month’s rent himself, or they will get evicted. Gary’s last chance to also make some decent cash before the end of the month is to do a DJ gig, but it is in a well known gay club in San Francisco called “My Boy’s” and Gary is a hard core heterosexual “macho” bordering on homophobia.
To make matters worse, the stipulation of the organizers for the gig was that Gary would have to wear an outfit that looked somewhat like a bunch of animal print had been sick all over a ballet tutu - a ballet tutu two sized too small. Gary thought all of this over as he began to cram his vinyls into his crates with ire, wondering if it was really worth such a sacrifice to his being.
“Please Grand Towering Bolus… Please god deity floating in your bowl of soap… Please let me get through this night unscathed.” He muttered while putting on his latex & lycra outfit.
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Kept it short to even the balance.
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Gary arrived at the club on flula (bareback, of course) and looked at the queue. It was 6 people long - a traffic cop, a cowboy, a construction worker, an indian, a private in the army and ascary looking dude wearing leather.
Y, Gary thought, how aM I going to Carry this night to A climax???
So he started off with Patrick Hernandez’ Born to be alive. The crowd was directly digging it.
All of a sudden there appeared a big woft smoke and an explosion of chest hair. When all the smoke disappeared, there he stood, the symbol of manliness of the eighties. THE HOFF had arrived!
The Hoff then proceeded to force his way to the middle of the dance floor, where he was met by none other than John Travolta (from Saturday Night Fever). Each circled the dance floor eying up and evaluating their opponent when Gary busted out with “Staying Alive” as John Travolta busted into spastic dance.
Then The Hoff grabbed his women (all 20 of them) and walked out. As he walked through the crowd of Eskimo onlookers he was heard saying he was too cool and too German to worry about John Travolta and his false Scientology idols. The Eskimo’s had sympathy for Travolta though and inducted him into their tribe which now all read science fiction around the firelight.
Flash to 12 years later. The Hoff walks out of an igloo with a beard that would make Dumbledore proud, and squints into the distance with a philosophical look on his face. A tumbleweed drifts past in the near distance.