Lets write a non spam and muppet story!

smoke.me.a.kipper

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">If a new thread gets started, I'll keep an eye on it and keep it clear.</font>

hmm. ok well here goes...

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It was night. The neon lights clistened agains Tom's '86 Dodge as he drove by the casinos and hotels of Las Vegas.

LoLth

The memories of that November night in '71 were still fresh and clear in his mind. His fists clenched as his dreams unfurled the tapestry of events in vivid colour and heart wrenching detail.


<I'm not being strict, I'm just trying to let people do something the like on the board without having it ruined by people who feel the need to spam. As I said, they can set up a mess about story if they want. I'd prolly post to that too but *****ing sessions will be shut down>

Kix

Suddenly a terrifyingly loud crash wrenched him visicously from his sleep. His eyes stared round the room in terror, uncomprehending until he spotted the bright shards littering the cheap carpet.

Doc

Grabbing the gun from the locker he crept over to the broken window. The wind gently blew the curtains as he peered out into the dark night…

smoke.me.a.kipper

he almost tripped over it. a single brick lay in the broken glass. there was an envelope taped to the brick. he opened it and read...

Evil Phil

"We Know", he gulped ...

nesf

The rest of the letter was blurred by rainwater, the hazy black seeped further into the page, could they actually know?

(I wasn't critising LoLth, I was only compensating for the deletion. I totally agree with its need, I was trying to write around the post. From Bard, who'd have thunk it?)

smoke.me.a.kipper

if they "knew" he reliased he must leave for his own safety. he left the hotel and got a cab to the airpost making sure he wasn't followed...

nesf

Tom walked down the street, in a world free of killer robots and time warps....

Kolodny

He checked into a cheap and trashy roadside hotel downtown under the assumed name, P.J. Herbert....

Evil Phil

... where he would wait. He knew the time was near ...

Kix

Sitting in that cab, he had time to reflect on the dream which had haunted him again tonight, as on so many other nights. Helen - would he ever be free of her memory? He burried his head in his hands.

Kolodny

Just as Tom went to open the window, his cell phone rang. He slowly picked it up and pressed the answer button....

Kix

...and though he didn't like what he heard, he knew that it could have been nothing else.

Slipping the .45 from it's concealed holster, he contemplated it's dull weight for a moment. Reassuring himself by first checking it's magazine, he placed it in the bedside locker beside the Giddeon's bible.

He needed some sleep.

[This message has been edited by Kix (edited 31-05-2001).]

nesf

Tom, ignoring the voices in his head, tried to sleep, but he couldn't stop twisting within the bed as he wrestled with the agony of the past..

(Apologies if this seems off topic but it seems like LoLth is being very strict)

[This message has been edited by nesf (edited 31-05-2001).]

Doc

Tom paid the taxi and quickly entered the departures area. He made his way through departures to the storage lockers. He reached up to remove the key he had worn around his neck for the last two years. Suddenly a hand griped him powerfully on the shoulder…

Bard

The owner of the hand was a burly square-faced man. "Get down! Now!" he shouted. They hit the deck just before the first explosion came, ripping through an escalator and shattering windows nearby.


(actually, I deleted the post myself, nesf... due to the timing of my posting, it didn't 'fit')

Puck

People ran screaming towards the exits then suddenly there was another explosion sending bodies through the air.

The burly man grabbed him and ran into the toilets where he lifted up one of the ceiling tiles and reached inside...

Lord Khan

... he pulled out a briefcase. Tom noticed the initals E.M on the side. he decided he hadn't time to wonder they're meaning as another explosion was heard which sent the door of the toilets flying in hitting the unknown man.

The man lay on the floor bleeding. He motioned for Tom to come closer...
he struggled for his words ..." ...take ... the ... case ...". the last words Tom heard where "They ... know ... about ..." and the man fell silent. Tom checked the man's wrist ...

nesf

Their eyes met across the choas, as they settled in a private calm, suprise flickered across the mans face and fled, a police officer ran up....

(apologies Bard, just thought it was a too slapstick cliched comic type post thingy, in realtion to the surrounding posts, to be serious.)

Evil Phil

... and down screaming. "Get a hold of yourself man" Tom shouted, "For Gods sake these people need you". The cop calmed down, nodded at Tom and radioed back to base. The last thing Tom heard as he ran off into the chaos was the cops radio "Look out for a large guy with a briefcase skkks chckk ...."

Hendrix_Nighn

Helen sat sipping umbrella ****tails from a straw clad roof beach house many thousands of miles away from any fear and terror. Little did she know of what had become of her flash in the pan remark about her husband's secret double life to a man she had a quick one night fling in the back of an '86 dodge with. She may be the blonde bimbette wife of the infamous Edrill Mossgrove but that doesn't stop her from knowing what's going on!

"I wonder what ever happened to that guy, Tom, Herbert, what was his name anyway?" She thought tropically to herself.

Bard

It was still there, but his pulse wasn't. Realising that there was only one thing to do, he promptly went ahead and did it...

Lord Khan

... he stood up and looked around quickly before he ripped open his shirt to reveal..

Doc

…the gun he had hidden before entering the airport . Tom picked up the case and ran out of the toilets. Outside was chaos. Explosions continued to rock the building and people ran screaming in every direction. Through the mass of flames and rubble that once was the departure lounge Tom noticed a man standing some distance away alone and seemingly unfazed by the surrounding madness. Tom watched as the man slowly turned towards him …

Kix

Little did she know that Tom was going to come crashing back into her life.

Doc

For two years Tom had lived in fear of being found. Constantly on the move and having to remember countless assumed names he had lost contact with all his old friends but his past had found him and he knew only one man he could trust to help…

Bard

... The man known only as... Tim.

Hendrix_Nighn

Tim sat at a high stool craps table sipping a fleshy pink coloured drink in a martini glass. The casino was quiet but never lost the humdrum speckles of sounds that gave life to any midnight; cards folding their shuffles, dice clacking dice and the endless multi coloured chips shuffled and counted and shuffled and counted and shuffled.

"We've got his car" He whimpered to the man at his side.

"About time you did something right, now how are you going to finish this, Tim?" Said the shadowy figure.

"I don't know Edrill, I just don't know..."

Da_cOmRaDe_MiKe

he finished his drink and ordered another. he pulled a large brown envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to the man beside him and said "make it count" and then he stood up gulped down his drink and walked over to the phone box in the corner. he inserted mney and dialed 555-9435. a gentle womans voice answered and said...

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- Da_cOmRaDe_MiKe

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2"> Man causes all problems. No man, no problems. - Stalin </font>

Evil Phil

"Hello, Hellen Mossgrove speaking ...."