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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:59 am
1st Prompt:Quote: Simple, Friendly, Direct: The dawn of a new day approaches. You are just getting out of bed...or are you? Take us through your day, just this one, particular day from morning to night. Are you an early riser? Do you sleep in? Go to work? School? What do you eat, if anything? Does something interesting happen? The content is up to you, but we want to see what happens on any given day, from the time you wake up to the time you go to bed. Hi! My name is Vance! Today is special, cause I somehow have the ability to inner mono...mono... talk with my MIND! I wake up in the morning a long time before daddy does. He's just so busy at night, I guess. But anyway, I get out of bed and jump from the top bunk. I have two beds. I'm super special like that. Once I'm out of bed, I look for food, cause for some reason after you sleep, you get reeeeally hungry. So I get out of my awesome green room, and into the rest of the house. It doesn't have a lot of green, it's all white and boring. I asked daddy why it was so boring once, but he said kids just don't get it. I go to the kitchen. I can't open the fridge, cause it's super hard and stupid. So I climb the counter and open the wall doors. Inside them is lots of cereal and cookies and stuff. Once I have what I want, I jump down and go to the living room to watch cartoons. Today, I'm eating a box of cereal. Dad always yells at me when I leave it out. I just forget, okay?! Geeez. Daddy wakes up halfway through my cartoons, and watches with me sometimes. Then he gets me juice from the dumb fridge. After a while, daddy and me brush out teeth, and he gives me a bath, cause I'm ' gross' or something. I like the bath! I splash daddy and he laughs... well sometimes he gets mad, but he doesn't get mad long time. Then daddy goes into his garage, and I go to my room to play until lunch. Sometimes we go out. Going out is boring, cause all he does is get stuff from boring stores. He takes me to the park sometimes though! Actually, today is special, cause dad said he'd let me go in the pool today after lunch! I've never been in the pool before! It's so much fun! Daddy helped me swim in the deep end, but I swam by myself and he was super impr...impressed! I love the pool! It's so huge!! Lot's of water and sun and fun! When it was supper time, we had to get out, but dad made BBQ stuff! I had a hot dog! Then we watched movies. Daddy let me choose, so I watched my favorite one 3 times! Daddy fell asleep. Then he woke up and got me ready for bed. He gave me kisses night night and tucked me in. I love my daddy!
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:29 pm
2nd Prompt:Quote: Oh, wow! Your day certainly seemed exciting! That's great! But...uhh...you seem to be forgetting something. I'm pretty sure this happened at some point in your day. How could you forget it? Remember, that Nutbar creature that just came up to you out of nowhere and demanded that you help it out? That stupid little creature who told you it didn't know where it needed to go, what it needed to get, but it sure as heck needed you to go there and get it for them? Remember, they opened that weird door out of thin air, pointed to a wild goose that appeared out of nowhere that ended up running through the door? The crazy Nutbar pushed you into the doorway too! The doorway closed once you were both on the other side! You came across a whole new strange world! How could you forget that?! Oooh, I see, your memory of that incident is coming back! At what point in the day did it happen, again? When the nutbar opened that door to another world, what kind of world did the Nutbar make you run through, to chase after that wild goose? It's okay, memories are strange things. Just take it slow, and tell me when it happened, what you thought of it happening while it was happening, and what kind of world you ended up in. What it an alternate universe? Some crazy planet? Based on a video game (Pokemon? Persona 3 or 4? Dokapon Kingdom? .hack? World of Warcraft? Tetris?!)? Other Game (Candy Land, Clue, 13 Dead End Drive, Solitaire, Mahjong)? Book? What do you think of the world, and this crazy smoke creature that keeps licking it's own eyeball to try and think? **Remember, this happens like the Blind Date RPs do - You're suddenly somewhere else, and time back home just stops. As for the world - the only limit is your imagination! It can be whatever you want it to be. Vance sat in his room on the small area rug, pushing a little green truck around. He made engine sounds as best as a toddler could, making it plow over 'hills and dirt'. He was happy and content in his make believe world. Soon, that quiet and comfortable moment was disturbed by a sudden feeling on the back of his head. Someone was tapping an object against it. Curious, Vance tiilted his head up to see who was hovering above him. And... hovering they were. The one eyed smoky figure, with it's tongue hanging out and little hypnotic disc clicking against the toddler's head stared down at the small boy. "HiIneedyourhelpIneedyoutofinditformecomewithme." The ghoul jabbered, staring wide-eyed and expectant at the small child. The creature's words were too fast and mashed together for Vance to understand, and this thing had come up on him so quickly. Vance did what came naturally; he screamed. He shrieked for his father, and the Nutbar shrieked in return. A little green kid was screaming at it. Why was the little boy screaming? How frightening. The Nutbar opened up a vortex and flew in flailing. Inadvertently, it dragged Vance's toy along with it. Vance stopped crying long enough to notice the Nutbar leave with his toy. The vortex was closing. "NO! MINE!" He shrieked, chasing after the Nutbar and into the portal. "WHYISITCHASINGMESTOPCHASINGMEBOYTHING!" The Nutbar wailed, it's voice getting slightly fainter as it entered a weird world. Vance stopped and looked around. This wasn't his bedroom. This wasn't his house. This was a dusty old town. The architecture was that of the old wild west. Old saloons and inns lined the street. Horses parked outside stable drank from pins of water. Cowboys, rogues and wenches went about their business. Vance whimpered. He was lonely and lost. He wanted his dad. This world was scary and unfamiliar. These adults were tall. They were strangers. They had metal clicking behind their boots. The horses were big and scary. "Daddyyyyyy..." Vance wailed, rubbing his tear filled eyes and he wandered further into the town.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:30 pm
3rd Prompt:Quote: Alright! So, uh, you're in this world, and this really loud, stupid creature is demanding that you help it. Wonderful... After a while of exploring this world, your Nutbar points at the Wild Goose that had run into the world just before you did (hah, did you notice it?! I bet you didn't!), and demands that you chase and capture it. It's beak has something in it - it looks like a key! Geese aren't that easy to capture however, and this one proves to be no easier than the next. How long does it take to chase the Wild Goose? How did you end up catching it? Did it give up it's key easily, or did it make you fight it? For clarity: This prompt ends when you retrieve the key from the Wild Goose. Vance had settled down a bit, his tear stained face dirty, and a severe pout lingered still. He sniffled and looked around, wondering what he could do, since his dad obviously wasn't here to help him. The Nutbar had long forgotten why it had run away flailing, and long forgotten what it was supposed to be doing. Didn't it need something? Apparently not. If it did, it would have remembered. Duh. The nutbar saw the child, who with his frog pajamas obviously stuck out, and thus decided this toddler would help him. How convenient that the little guy was standing there bored, right? The smoky figure floated in Vance's blind spot, hovered for a moment silently, then licked the young boy's face. "Saltyyummythisboytastesprettygood." It jabbered, distracting itself from its goal. Vance stared up wide eyed at the creature. It was BACK. And it wanted to EAT him! Before Vance could scream again, the Nutbar saw something and started pushing the boy in that direction. "Thereitiscatchitthat'swhatineedprettysure." Vance looked over and saw a wild goose running rampantly through the town,a strange key dangling from it's mouth. Vance's conclusion? Obviously, if he caught the goose, the Nutbar would eat it instead of him. Genius! Vance rubbed his face with a sleeve and toddled after the wild goose. The bird was wise to the boy's plan, and squawked, skittering away into an alley. The alley was very narrow. Lucky for Vance, he was a toddler, and could easily navigate such a small space. He crawled after the goose, who seemed to have a cocky stride in its step, thinking it had outsmarted the boy. But, both of them soon exited they alley, and with a look backward, Vance had been spotted. The goose squawked again, fluttering about and then dashing away. Vance was beginning to have fun. The bird made silly noises and its feathers flew all over when it did so. The boy giggled and got to his feet, chasing after the bird once more. It had been a good while. Vance was running out of steam, but the bird had plenty of energy to spare. It preened itself, knowing the tuckered out boy wasn't chasing it anytime soon. Vance sat on the ground, breathing heavily. This game sucked. He was tired. Often throughout the race, Vance had gotten distracted and tried to play something else, but it always seemed that the Nutbar happened to appear somewhere, scaring Vance back into the chase. The Nutbar hardly had to do much, heck, half the time it didn't even see Vance. The boy was clearly just scared of the thing on its own. "Catching birds...." Vance pondered as hard as a toddler could. Suddenly, he had a plan. The boy scuttled over to where the horses were feeding. He managed to climb up high enough to reach the feeding bags and took a handful of oats. Animal food! Surely the bird would follow a trail, get close to Vance, and then BAM! The bird would be his! Vance sneakily got down and started a trail of oats into the alleyway. The goose had lost sight of Vance, and noticed a delicious trail of oats. How wonderful! The goose was ever so hungry after all. It pecked at the food, slowly moving toward they alley where Vance waited with an empty bag, likely taken from a horse. He would capture the goose and offer it as a sacrifice to the Nutbar! Eventually, the goose was close enough, and Vance leaped forward. He managed to get the bag around the goose's head. The goose flailed and flapped, scaring the toddler, who backed off, tripping and landing backwards. The goose took off, and Vance sat alone with his empty bag. Or was it? He opened it up, and among a couple feathers, was a strange key....
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:31 pm
Final Prompt:Quote: Alright! You have the key! That's totally awesome! Your Nutbar is now prattling on about something, either about a box or a popsicle, it's really hard to tell at this point, but in the end, you understand that the key opens a box, and that the Nutbar really, really wants a popsicle. Hey, at least you were mostly right the first time! Grudingly, the goose brings you to a room of boxes, and the Nutbar ever so proudly guards the doorway, preventing you from leaving until you have 'it'! How many boxes do you try to open until you get one that does? What is inside? Is there something in it? Is is empty? Was this what the Nutbar was looking for? If it is, does it let you leave to go back home, or does the easily distracted creature need convincing? If it isn't what it was looking for, where do you end up finding it? Was there ever a 'thing' that it wanted to look for, or did this whole quest end up as a giant derailing in the Nutbar's quest to get a popsicle? You eventually end up back home, where the previously paused time resumes once more. What happens after you received the key from the previous prompt is entirely up to you. The above paragraph is just a bunch of suggestions, but feel free to toss your own in there to finish this...stupid little adventure! You are also now free to choose what the Nutbar was making you look for. If it even was looking for something. You never know with those things, they're remarkably stupid. THE END. Vance had the key, though he didn't realize it's importance until the Nutbar came back, floating right in front of Vance. Uncomfortably close. "it'stheykeyit'sprettyshinyilikeshinythingsithinkyoushouldgiveittomekaythanks" The Nutbar rambled, it's tongue slurping up the key and flailing off into the sunset. But what about poor Vance? The boy sat dejected. He had no shiny key, he had no toy. He was still stuck in this place. Just then, the Goose came waddling back. It stopped in front of Vance and stared curiously, cocking it's head to the side occasionally. Vance stared back, mimicking the bird's actions, or lack there of. Eventually, the bird pulled at Vance's shirt with it's beak, as if it wanted him to get up. Vance stood up, and the Goose waddled forward, leading Vance into one of the buildings. It seemed to be a small warehouse. There was a lot of barrels, probably filled with ale. The Nutbar was there, tossing the key at random boxes. "whywontitworkthisgameisstupidigiveup" He floated off, leaving the key on the ground. Whatever had been so important all this time had apparently been forgotten. Vance toddled over to the key and picked it up. Keys had special holes they fit into, this he knew. He gazed about at the boxes. One of them must have a key hole right? Wrong. It must have been an hour that had passed, and not a single box or barrel had a keyhole. Vance was about to cry, when the Goose started honking obnoxiously at something. Vance crawled to the back of the warehouse behind the piles of boxes, to find the goose standing in front of a small little door. This door had a keyhole. Vance inserted the key and low and behold, as if by magic, the door disappeared to reveal an entrance into his bedroom. The small boy crawled through hastily, leaving the strange world behind without looking back. He wanted his daddy, and he wanted him now. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY!!! I WANNA BAAAATH!!!"
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