Scots Taffer on 6/3/2006 at 06:48
Yep, this thread is that simple.
Give your best attempt at the most noirish sentence you can muster.
I find it helps to imagine that it's being said by either the voice actor for Max Payne, or that ubiquitous chap that does all the movie trailer voice-overs (a la (
http://www.apple.com/trailers/miramax/comedian.html) The Comedian).
My soon-to-be-trumped effort goes as follows:
I was a dead man; my last breaths were like bullets and I was saving them for the men who'd turned my life into the blackest Grand Guignol nightmare.Gestalt on 6/3/2006 at 07:36
Clouds hung over the city like the pale corpses of fat men in a swimming pool, casting shadows over the bloodstained streets.
Oneiroscope on 6/3/2006 at 07:46
Bullets fell like raindrops, I made like Chow Yun Fat. wait, that's been done hasnt it :erg:
Low Moral Fiber on 6/3/2006 at 09:23
Another dame with sob stories to tell and sleepless nights to give, Traci had red lips and pale blue eyes, like a smurf genocide.
Tonamel on 6/3/2006 at 10:08
I don't think anything I could come up with would ever top "Snow fell like confetti on the devil's parade."
MsLedd on 6/3/2006 at 10:32
Paging Strangeblue to thread #104499!
R Soul on 6/3/2006 at 11:11
I'd made so many sacrifices, lost so much time to it, and now my addiction complelled me to buy a copy of the Guardian.
descenterace on 6/3/2006 at 12:22
It was dark behind the machine racks, so dark that they might never find the body of that luser that crashed the fileserver once too often.
Para?noid on 6/3/2006 at 13:22
<b>There was more fire in my belly than the city skyline had to offer on this case. I was close, like only two entwined, bullet-ridden lovers are close.</b>
