Mz had an idea for a thread from the game is afoot thread.
The premise: we all contribute a sentence or paragraph toward an ongoing story. Contribute as little or as much as inspiration or inebriation allows.
I'll start...Once upon a time, it was a dark and stormy night...(okay , now that the cliche's are out of the way)...
Here goes...
Jeremy Riggs, high powered radio executive, was facing a dilemma. As he maneuvered through rush hour traffic, even his new Porsche's handling couldnt cheer him up. His overworked, unpaid intern, JD had received an offer from a rival radio station.
JD was valuable for many reasons. First and foremost, he worked tirelessly for Jeremy and WFFR. He also worked well below his market value. What troubled Riggs the most was JD knew where all the skeletons were buried.
The only thing Jeremy had to look forward to was to torture his listerns w/ threats of taking FFR off the air. As for JD, he had to weight his options stay with FFR at his Grand Pooba status or work with the jazz station. The jazz station was run by big money hungry exect's who loved to play commercials. This was a moral dilemma for JD.
Torn between the idea of having to kiss corporate assets or staying with his longtime friend, JD pondered the idea...hmm if I could only get Riggs to let me sleep on the sofa after my show on Sunday night I might be able to raid the refrigerator in the morning, thus eliminating the need for a real paycheck.
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Sometimes, when i'm lonely... i crawl into a laundry basket and tickle my ears. But, Some times I don't...
Jeremy turned off of the highway onto a dark, badly paved road. He'd never been down it before, but he needed time to think. His Porshe wasn't enjoying the road, but there was absolutely nobody else on it, and no houses, so he could take his time and drive as slow, or fast, as he wanted and let his thoughts wander.
It's more than a moral dilemma for JD, he thought, his life is at stake...
Suddenly, up ahead in the darkness barely illuminated by his headlights, Jeremy saw a figure. What is it, an animal, a person, Jon Astley perhaps? He slowed the car to a crawl. The figure was moving slowly across the road, seemingly with a limp, or perhaps it he/she/it was carrying something. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as a bad feeling came over Jeremy. If only he'd listened to the old man at the dock, who told him DON'T pay the ferryman, until he gets you to the other side....
"Identify yourself!" yelled Jeremy. "Whose askin'?" came the reply. It was a female's voice, but just barely. The gravel of her vocal chords gave away the fact that she was much closer to her cigarettes than she had ever been to any man.
"It's JR! Now identify yourself!"
"Ann", she said, "Ann Nanomus." Not her! Not here! The scourge of the message boards.....
JR began to sweat like an ice cold can of beer on a hot, humid summer day. He always wanted to confront Ann about her posting on the FFR forum. However, he wanted to do it on his terms. He wasn't prepared for this. But before he could utter another word Ann emerged from the darkness, stepping directly into the high-beams of his Porshe.
She was wearing combat boots, a tattered old bathrobe and curlers the size of ruby red grapefruits in her hair. Suddenly Jeremy's mind raced back to the last time he had seen Ann. Tonight, she was dressed up. This could not possibly be a random meeting. Cupid and corporate takeovers travel in pairs he thought.
