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Ok. Rules are simple:
You post a (hopefully witty) part to the Xmas story in the style mentioned at the end of the previous post. Then announce the style/setting whatever of the next post should be - but continue the story!!! Confused?! Those of you familiar with the show should have an advantage!! Ok first post: In the style of Marlowe Pte Eye / B&W movie type!! He sat in the dark room, waiting. He ate the mince pie taken from the pile of pies on the plate next to him. He knew he shouldn't for several reasons. He had eaten way too many pies in his life already; and these were not his pies. This was not his house. It was her house. She would be home soon. 1-Cut smiled in the darkness as he swallowed another mince pie whole. Footsteps outside! The sound of a key in the door. The crack of light grew wider and there she was silouhetted in the door way! "Hello doll!" said 1-Cut. She started as he spoke. He switched the light on while taking a bite out of the pork pie he had left. She looked different . . . Wait it wasn't her it was . . . . to be continued in the style of: Rocky Horror Show!! ![]() Yes I realise this may well steal 1-Cut's "thunder". |
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..a giant, bloodthirsty squirrel. "I'm just a sweet nut muncher from Kendo-World-van-ia!! You messes with the wrong crew, You have no idea what we gonna do to you, Give you bad rep, Smear your name in poo, Cuz I'm a sweet nut muncher from Kendo-World-van-ia!!" As the song finished the man rose from his chair and said... (In the style of a Spagetti Western) |
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women's underwear complete with fishnet stockings. The squirrel threw back its long blond hair and started singing It when then, that out the sky came.. |
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...A cloud-strewn banner of proportions huge beyond the comprehension of the humans clinging to the Earth like so many insects, scrawled with runes both eldritch and offensive, its geometry non-euclidean and reading:
IT'S NOVEMBER, NOT CHRISTMAS, COME BACK IN A MONTH ...To which every bloody TV and radio station looking to fill its advertising schedule for this month said... |
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"This just in! Millions of eager people have called for Christmas to come early, saying that it's not enough and are calling the jolly fat man himself, the suspected culprit behind the giant banner, to admit to defeat and start his christmas run early " The News reporter smirked inwardly to himself as he spoke these words. "complacent fools!" he thought "the media dictates their every thought while they indifferant scramble about like so many dogs led with grinning countenance to the brink of desctruction by their cruel master. But it serves my purpose well enough. Santa Claus will come and when he does... " The anchorman cast a quick glance in the direction of his imposing apartment building where beneath the closed shutters something gleamed with a chilling spark that would have shaken the most courageous of men to the core.
Meanwhile standing motionless like some timeless statue Saint Nick stood blanketed in a small cloak of snow naked from the waist up with his hands as though in prayer. All that could be seen around him for miles was a vast wasteland of snow. Suddenly a light sprung forth from beneath the old man's age hardened eyes. Stirring himself from his deep meditation Santa Claus moved his left hand towards his hip and grasped the red and white katana thrust through his belt. "It seems our training here will be cut short Rudoph old friend" he said turning and walking slowly to where his sleigh rested. "Well, if it's a fight they want..." |
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mumble muble muffled mubmle muffled
mufflled muble muffled mubmle muffled mufflled muble muffled mubmle muffled - "STOP" shouted the director. "What the f*ck happend here? I can't hear the dialogue!" - "It's the damn hired string section that plays to loud!" sighed the audio engineer. -"Fire the shit!" shouted the director. - "Can't do" said the producer that suddenly entered from the left. (all evil characters enters from left). "My niece is playing the viola - very nicely if I may say so. We NEED the strings for the emotional reinforcement" said the producer in a hissing tone - without moving his upper stiffer lip. "The strings stays!" (walks off the scene with a waddling gait). - "Bloody violins!" growled the director in a low tone. "Ok everyone - one more time from page 2, section 4, starting with Rudolph leaning on the bearskin in front of the fireplace. - ho ho how do I come in here..stuttered Santa that was looking disorientated in the background. - Gawd, Santa, how many times to we have to rehearse this? shouted the director. Ok, From page 2 section 4, and you Santa enter from behind." The director leaned back in his chair chewing intensively on his non-smokning-nicotin gum. Mumbling to himself - "if we're going to do this with strings we might as well turn it into a musical".... |
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