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  • A Pootie Game - Revived

    Gryhnd (in the chat column) thought it would be fun to revive one (or maybe more) of Pootie's games. Annamariah asked, "What kind of games?" I was sure that her games could still be found in the deeper pages of the forum, and sure enough they are there. It nearly broke my heart when I looked at a couple of them. And so, in answer to Gryhnd's request, and so that we might offer Annamariah (and other newer players) a glimpse of just how much of a treasure Pootie was to this site... let's revive one of her games.
    So let's start with Pootie's story game. Here's how it worked. Pootie wrote the first line of a story (her's was "It was a hot day in the city"). She posted that line, and the next person playing along would write a post in accordance to this simple rule - you write the next line, and the first word of your line begins with the letter that ended (the last letter of) the line preceding yours (so in the thread that had been started by Pootie, the next line posted needed to start with a "Y" . And so on. A 3rd post is created by someone beginning with the last letter of the 2nd post and so on. Her thread (get ready for this) went 10 pages on the forum, creating its own little story, which was the object of her game. So here we go...

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    Connie turned off the engine, stepped out of the rusted old Volkswagen, and walked toward the truckstop's restaurant entrance.

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      "Enough of this," she muttered to herself, reaching for the faux-brass door handle. "I'm going to get some answers."

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        She entered the dingy place, an aura of grim determination suffused with some trepidation surrounded her.
        [B][I]"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."[/I] [/B]-- Albert Einstein

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          "randy!" she yelled, "where the hell are you?!"

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            Raising her eyebrows at the dowdy atmosphere, she headed to the counter at the back.

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              Knowing he might not answer if she looked too angry, she decided to try and act more calm. She gingerly picked up one of the greasy looking menus.

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                "So, what do you recommend?" she asked the waitress as she glanced about the dining room.

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                  "meatloaf," said the waitress, looking down over her glasses and popping her gum; "it's the best in town."

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                  • #10
                    "Nice, bring it on," Connie said, slipping into a booth.

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                      Hardly a moment passed before Randy sauntered out from the kitchen, stained apron stretched across his ample gut. "I see you got that old rust-bucket running again", he smirked. "Where you off to this time, Conn?" "Never mind that", she snapped. "I'm asking the questions this time."

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                      • #12
                        Everyone else in the restaurant looked studiously at their menus, pretending that they couldn't overhear this heated conversation between the two of them.

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                          With apologies to puzzleme, I'm going to edit my reply (my "Maine" line doesn't seem to me to be what Connie would say next after what she had just said about "asking the questions." I got too focused on Gryhnd's "M"

                          "Maine! For all I know that's where I'm going if you don't tell me what happened last Saturday, Randy!" Connie stammered. "And don't you worry about my VW bug, it'll get me there just fine! So are you really going to make me ask? Can't you just be honest with me for once and tell me what happened?"
                          The waitress raised her eyebrows, backed away, noting with a sense of irony that Gimme Three Steps was blasting away on the juke box. "This oughta be good," she thought.

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                            "Take a breath Connie," said Randy, holding up his hands defensively. "Why don't you tell me what you think you know, and I'll fill in the gaps."

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                              She glared at him and said, "Well, I know you haven't been home since Friday afternoon. There's a gap for you, why don't you start there?"

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