Dear fellow board members, in a moment of laziness I thought we could start a round robin fiction. This means that one of us (case in point: me) starts a short story, then calls on someone else to continue, and so on and so fort until 10 parts are reached. I don't know if you like the idea, I would think that it's mighty funny if people actually contribute. The "calling on someone" mechanism is fundamental for the first time; otherwise we risk to get on each other's toes, two people write the same installment, chaos is produced and we all die. If someone wants to volunteer for one of the parts, send a message to the thread. The story's untitled so far, by the end we're going to name it. Have fun.
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Part I
Scene: red_beef's basement in Malaysia. The whole Board crowd is standing in the tiny, damp dark room waiting for a special DT show to start. The band has promised (or has it?) via At The Gates that they will play a special Japanese set, comprising bonus tracks only. At some objections about the propriety of a Japanese set in Malaysia, ZodiJakyil has been reported to say that there was no one willing to host the gig in a more convenient place, so they had settled for the closest possible place.
The event appears to be delayed - it's 10 pm and there's no instruments in sight, so Alfred starts to look up in discomfort and says "I knew I shouldn't have taken the trip. This place is so very far from home and Dark Tranquillity are not even going to play!".
"Shut the fuck up you silly trendie!" admonishes one or the other of the tr00 norwegian group, undistinguishable from the rest given the large amounts of black-and-white makeup smothered on his face.
Aside from the excesses of the devoted followers of Satan, a bit of nervousness is nevertheless starting to build up. LadyCal tries to soothe the spirits offering loads of blue happy smilies along with alcoholic drinks to those anxiously waiting for something, anything to show up and at least place a drumset on the stage. Not that this would solve anything, given the highly likeliness of Wolfy climbing up and playing one of his band's songs instead of DT, but after three hours of useless waiting this would - maybe - constitute an improvement.
Narcoloth, Siren and Melancholia animatedly talk in Greek just in front of the stage, gesturing to a door in the back of the basement. Qsilver, who has recently developed an interest in foreign languages, elbows Final_Vision with very little grace and tells him they're probably conjecturing about where the band is going to make their entrance from, finally asking if he could have a beer.
"Do you think I'm your personal barman now? If you want a beer, start a thread for all those who will want a beer in the future so we won't have repeated threads, and I won't have to go look for your specific drink in this confusion."
"But what the hell are you saying?" replies Qsilver with a puzzled look. The guy's sentence was pretty inconsequential, he ponders, and walks to the bar to get his drink. Behind the counter are two guys: Nicktheclayman, already drunk and serving sloppy pints with both hands, and DotNoir, frantically kicking himself in and out of the bar door in search for some miraculous ingredient.
In the meanwhile, the uneasy noise in the room is taking up to a fastidious level, and everyone just wishes they'd knew if the show is real or what. AtTheGates is nowhere to be seen for explanations, and people are encouraging each other to ask for a real good redde rationem once back at home, in front of their computers.
Suddenly, silence falls: the back door the Greeks pointed to opens, slowly and with a creaking noise.
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I call on the Almighty Moderator rahvin the Dwarf to write part two. If someone wants to have a go at part three, please let us know ASAP! (Of course benefits of decision on the aptitude of the candidate are reserved to aforementioned ANrtD, not me)
hyena
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Part I
Scene: red_beef's basement in Malaysia. The whole Board crowd is standing in the tiny, damp dark room waiting for a special DT show to start. The band has promised (or has it?) via At The Gates that they will play a special Japanese set, comprising bonus tracks only. At some objections about the propriety of a Japanese set in Malaysia, ZodiJakyil has been reported to say that there was no one willing to host the gig in a more convenient place, so they had settled for the closest possible place.
The event appears to be delayed - it's 10 pm and there's no instruments in sight, so Alfred starts to look up in discomfort and says "I knew I shouldn't have taken the trip. This place is so very far from home and Dark Tranquillity are not even going to play!".
"Shut the fuck up you silly trendie!" admonishes one or the other of the tr00 norwegian group, undistinguishable from the rest given the large amounts of black-and-white makeup smothered on his face.
Aside from the excesses of the devoted followers of Satan, a bit of nervousness is nevertheless starting to build up. LadyCal tries to soothe the spirits offering loads of blue happy smilies along with alcoholic drinks to those anxiously waiting for something, anything to show up and at least place a drumset on the stage. Not that this would solve anything, given the highly likeliness of Wolfy climbing up and playing one of his band's songs instead of DT, but after three hours of useless waiting this would - maybe - constitute an improvement.
Narcoloth, Siren and Melancholia animatedly talk in Greek just in front of the stage, gesturing to a door in the back of the basement. Qsilver, who has recently developed an interest in foreign languages, elbows Final_Vision with very little grace and tells him they're probably conjecturing about where the band is going to make their entrance from, finally asking if he could have a beer.
"Do you think I'm your personal barman now? If you want a beer, start a thread for all those who will want a beer in the future so we won't have repeated threads, and I won't have to go look for your specific drink in this confusion."
"But what the hell are you saying?" replies Qsilver with a puzzled look. The guy's sentence was pretty inconsequential, he ponders, and walks to the bar to get his drink. Behind the counter are two guys: Nicktheclayman, already drunk and serving sloppy pints with both hands, and DotNoir, frantically kicking himself in and out of the bar door in search for some miraculous ingredient.
In the meanwhile, the uneasy noise in the room is taking up to a fastidious level, and everyone just wishes they'd knew if the show is real or what. AtTheGates is nowhere to be seen for explanations, and people are encouraging each other to ask for a real good redde rationem once back at home, in front of their computers.
Suddenly, silence falls: the back door the Greeks pointed to opens, slowly and with a creaking noise.
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I call on the Almighty Moderator rahvin the Dwarf to write part two. If someone wants to have a go at part three, please let us know ASAP! (Of course benefits of decision on the aptitude of the candidate are reserved to aforementioned ANrtD, not me)
hyena
)(btw....i'll delete this if you don't want it...)
