Storyline

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

Spinning all four wheels Elizabeth

 

[jwhouk]

cried, "Who shall save us?"

 

[North_Ranger]

"Hey, your accent is gone!"

 

[Joe Johnson]

She thought to herself. "Finally!"

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

Shifting into top gear she

 

[strawman]

...

Stacy sighed, reading the script.

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

"Who wrote this crap" she

 

[jwhouk]

screamed, hurling the thick manuscript

 

[Cheesy1]

at her agent's balding head.

 

[jwhouk]

"This looks like it's written

 

[Null]

with fish fingers and custard

 

[North_Ranger]

and proof-read by a blind

 

[jwhouk]

molerat in the middle of

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

a painful attack of the

 

[North_Ranger]

Tibetan explosive chili diarrhea!" she

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

shouted. "Calm down dear" said
Added at: 23:44

 

[Cheesy1]

Stacey's agent. "Listen, I'm trying

 

[jwhouk]

desperately not to laugh at

 

[North_Ranger]

this script myself, but this

 

[Joe Johnson]

penguin keeps licking me!"

Years

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

later this script will be

 

[North_Ranger]

worth its weight in gold,

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

so keep a copy.

 

[North_Ranger]

"Sh'yeah, right, when pigs fly",

 

[Cheesy1]

"Actually, that's in Act 3."

 

[strawman]

Stacey grasped it, tears welling

Spoiler

First page below. Hopefully someone will collect the 2-5th pages and format them into paragraphs so we can have a "the story so far".

Joe was scared, but he
didn't have time to hesitate.
He moved forward quickly, attempting
to remain quiet and unseen.
Her back was turned to
the rising sun that shone
with a strange unearthly glow
like a foggy lava lamp
He searched for words to
call somebody for help
but only a hoarse whisper
came from his parched mouth
in this strange, ancient air.
She didn't react, or maybe
she did, Joe wasn't capable
of seeing clearly. Damn light....
refracting off of so many
chandelier crystals, he thought. Bellydancing
is surely a fantastic means
of communicating with others, but
he was growing increasingly uncomfortable
with translating every single word.
His eyes glanced up briefly
at his partner's emerald eyes,
"We have dismissed those claims"
he said, trying to hide
the nervousness in his voice.
He took Elizabeth's hand in
his cold stiff claw. An
eerie presentiment of dread suddenly
Going through his spine. Was
her bulbous head going to
explode like his fifth birthdays
chocolate cake? He hoped not.

 

[North_Ranger]

in her pale green eyes.

 

[Null]

She wished she had only

 

[strawman]

reconsidered her previous opportunity, a

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

pole dancer in Hong Kong.

 

[GasBandit]

But her exposed frontal lobe

 

[North_Ranger]

- or "giving a piece of

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

ones mind." was considered too

 

[GasBandit]

much of an insurance liability.

 

[Grytpipe-Thynne]

So, drying her tears she