So, for those interested, some us are trying an experiment in group writing in the Roleplaying Shout if you want to join in.
Just write the next section and post it, here's what we have so far:
It was a dark and stormy night, but not down here. Down here it was just dark. And dusty. And more then a bit 'musky', if your definition of 'musky' included rodent droppings. Creeping silently along well, not a shadow, down here it was so dark all the shadows had long ago melded together, but a shape. Definitely a shape. The shape paused, some scuffling was heard and then a muffled drawn out creaking … “Shut that door!” “What?” “Shut that door, you’re letting in the light!” “Its pitch black out here!” “Well its perfect dark in here and you’re mixing the light!” “How can you tell??!” “Do you you want me to explain it with science, or with fists? “Pardon?” “Come in and shut the door behind you, and I’ll explain it with science. Or stand there holding the door open and I’ll throw you out and explain it with my fists!” Ominously a floorboard creaked and there was the sounds of something moving. “OK OK! Hold your horses, I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” (29.06.16, 18:45)
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Kristin Darken The door creaked as it closed, and latched with a complexity of mechanisms that couldn't bode well for the future of anyone. Fortunately for one mousy boy, he didn't think either of the two speaking had noticed him. He'd slipped in ahead of the newcomer, amidst the shadows and dust, but before the... other... had truly woken from its sleep and grown angry at the disturbance. He kept moving, doing his best to stay in corners along the way, as far from the direct path as possible. If the two did come to blows, he didn't want to be caught up in it, and it seemed likely that at least one of them had some way to see in this murk. Strangely, it didn't seem to be inhibiting his quiet movement...and even the short time he'd be present, felt like his other senses had grown to compensate. (30.06.16, 08:39)
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Bek D Corbin "JEEZ, will you to cut it out?" Trudy said as she dragged the cooler into the dingy house. "What, did they have a ten-for-one sale on testosterone supplements, and you stocked up while prices were low?" Trudy set the cooler down and looked around the place as she chewed her gum. "MAN, I thought they stopped making those cheesy 'Spooky Haunted House' movies, back in the Fifties." (02.07.16, 04:21)
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Jude Coughlin "Hey! This is my Grandma's house! She left it too me!" (04.07.16, 03:38)
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Jude Coughlin "Well, you could have fixed it up a bit!" (04.07.16, 03:38)
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Jude Coughlin "There's nothing wrong with it! It's stood for over fifty years." (04.07.16, 03:39)
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Jude Coughlin "More like 'fell down upright' if you asked me! Listen to it, every time I move the floorboard creaks!" (04.07.16, 03:40)
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Jude Coughlin Everyone stared at her feet, and Trudy went white. "What?" She said. Turning around and listening to the creak again. (04.07.16, 03:41)
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Jude Coughlin "That's a stone floor," he quavered. "Stone floors don't creak!" (04.07.16, 03:42)
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Jude Coughlin Everyone froze perfectly still, wide-eyed staring at each other as the long, drawn out creak came again from below their feet. (04.07.16, 03:43)
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Kristin Darken Nicolas... the mousy boy still hiding in the shadowy corner of the room, knew what was coming. Oh, it wasn't a premonition or danger sense like that Spiderman comic... he just had a good sense for when Fate was about to twist her hooks into something. This stone floor, for instance, even run down and unmaintained for decades should still be good for another century. Or more. But as he watched, the few strange creaking noises were replaced by cracking mortar and shifting stone. He started taking off his shirt, hoping to loop it over the unlit wall sconce above him. His scrawny chest and pipestem limbs suggested that he wouldn't be able to hang from it for long, but at least he could control when he fell and maybe land at the top of the rubble instead of under it. (04.07.16, 09:32)
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Jude Coughlin Coughing and spluttering, Trudy brushed the dirt off her and looked up. "A sinkhole!" She exclaimed in disbelief. (05.07.16, 05:19)
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Jude Coughlin "Hey, the cooler's fine! Nothing broke!" (05.07.16, 05:20)
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Jude Coughlin "You bought me to a dilapidated house with a sinkhole below it and I'm supposed to be happy the cooler's fine?" (05.07.16, 05:21)
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Jude Coughlin "Look! The beer's even cold!" He said happily holding out a bottle to her." (05.07.16, 05:21)
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Jude Coughlin "I'm at the bottom of a sinkhole! Why the hell should I be happy the beer's cold!" (05.07.16, 05:22)
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Jude Coughlin "Um, the dust? I thought, you know, it could clear your throat?" (05.07.16, 05:23)
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Jude Coughlin Snatching the bottle from him Trudy took a long slug, never once letting her glare relax long enough for him to be the least little bit unsure she still blamed him entirely for her current predicament. (05.07.16, 05:24)
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Kristin Darken Nicolas' arms, having held his body weight for all of 37 seconds finally gave out. He dropped into the sinkhole, landing atop a table that had survived by sliding to the side of the room. His arrival was announced with a solid thump. He sprawled out, now shirtless, looking like a sacrifice victim spread out on an altar. (05.07.16, 09:37)
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Bek D Corbin Trudy looked around and snarled, "WELL? When does the cheesy organ music start playing?" (07.07.16, 12:42)
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Jude Coughlin Looking around the slightly nerdy boy murmured "I think Grandma had a piano." (09.07.16, 12:01)
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Jude Coughlin Reminded again of her predicament, Trudy turned and glared at him. "Why exactly am I dating you again?" she demanded. (09.07.16, 12:02)
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Jude Coughlin Turning a look of outright worship on her, tears coming to his eyes as he clasped hands to his chest, the boy almost genreflected in her direction. "This is a date?! You're actually dating me?!" (09.07.16, 12:04)
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Gabriela "Well," Trudy confessed. "Not so much of a date then a need," jumping off the alter to grab hold of a lever revealing a slew of knives. "A sacrifical lamb really. I mean come on a girl wants to stay pretty right?" (14.08.16, 01:28) 2
Jude Coughlin "Errr, so we're here to sacrifice the boy on the table?" he asked hopefully.
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