The Serials' Thread - Inspired by Scot's "Most Noirish Sentence" Thread - by Mr.Duck
Mr.Duck on 12/3/2006 at 07:51
Seeing how there has always been a strong wave of talent in a multitude of disciplines and whatnot at TTLG, I decided to make a thread to stretch a bit our writter legs in a community excercise. What I propose is to write serials. Yeah, those old stories that were divided in various episodes (known as chapters, if memory serves) leaving the viewer with a nail-bitting cliffhanger for our fearless hero. We got our hero, the villian, the sexy woman and some BIG ASS adventure set off into some far away place, an exotic location with colorful characters and such (think Indiana Jones, which was inspired in said serials). So, I'll start to roll the ball and see how many chapters we can squeeze into this baby. Also, people that have posted an entry into the series can do so as many times as they like, as long as it's not done following next to their last entry (got to let others play too).
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-The Dragon's Eye-
John Speck was not a happy man. Nor did he have any reason to be happy at the moment. Not if the reason for his unhappyness came in the form of three burly Chinamen from the Tong-Fu Clan chasing him down some filthy street from some filthy Chinese city whose name sounded like a side order at any oriental food restaurant in New York City. To make his sour mood more justified, these Chinamen had all big beef-cutting swords that could chop a calf in one strong strike, and he assumed that each of his pursuers had more than enough strenght to do the same to him. So he ran as fast as his legs could, clutching a red shoe-box close to his chest like if he was protecting his firstborn.
-"Christ on a crapbucket! This is the last time I take a job to pay me out of my drinking debts! At this rate I'd rather turn up sober dry from now on!"-, thought Speck as he dashed past a two-wheeled cart that had all sorts of live pultry squawking, clucking and quacking. Ducking and jumping the endless line of obstacles, human, animal or other, he felt the air in his lungs bagn tu burn. Knowing to be near exhaustation he made a blind turn to the left into some smaller back alley that was apparently deserted. After a few more minutes of running, he turned swiftly to his back to see if his pursuers were still giving chase and was amased to see that the alley continued empty. Not wanting to rest in his laurels, Speck did not slowed his pace and continue to run as fast as his weary legs now carried him. After a few minutes of navigating across the alley, he thought he heard the sounds of the city's docks, ships arriving, ships leaving.
Finally he came out into the open and was sattisfied to realize he was had arrived at the docks, not far from where Gong-Lu awatied him with the stolen boat to carry him off towards safety. Sensing that he was not being pursued anymore, Speck finally stopped his running into a steady walk, letting some strong breatsh of fresh salty sea air into his burning lungs. "-Hah!, those Chinamen never had a chance, now I all that's left to do is head towards Lu's and-"-, he muttered, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw the three burly Chinamen standing about 10 meters away from him. All grinning, all with swords raised, ready to attack. -"This is the end for you, Mr.Speck! You have offended our Master and our clan, and you have stolen from us! The penalty for such affronts against the Tong-Fu Clan is death!"-, boomed the voice of the Chinaman in the middle in perfect English while the other two nodded at his words and flanked Speck to impeed him from escaping. He was trapped between the sea, killers from one of the most dangerous Clans in China, and his gun had no more bullets. He'd seen worse odds against him, he just couldn't remember when and where as the Chinamen got closer, and closer. He really wasn't happy that day.
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TO BE CONTINUED....
Headphones on 13/3/2006 at 18:27
It's 3 paragraphs! Take more Ritalin!
Props for posting a picture of an old woman though.
fett on 13/3/2006 at 19:52
Is this required homework?
io organic industrialism on 13/3/2006 at 20:14
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Mr. Speck. He knew exactly what he needed to do. "I cut you, ching chong chinaman", he shouted, and bluffed as he flashed his gun in front of them. "I mean... I shoot you. Yeah, that's it". Mr Speck had an incorrigible habit of accidentally saying the wrong word in the wrong situation. Still, his waving the gun bought him some time as the Chinamen halted their approach, if only momentarily. Ting-tong, the burlier of the 3 chinamen, who did not speak such great english belted "you no foor me, rittle speck, ah ha ha... i watch you use all you burrets earier! now it time for you die!!!". The 3 chinamen lunged forward to cut Mr Speck into pieces. Just then, Gong-lu's speedboat appeared in the water off the dock below him. Mr Speck rolled off the dock and landed squarely on the speedboat. "GO GO GO!" Screamed Mr Speck as Gong-lu sped away from the dock.
"That was bullshit, mate. How you been doing these days Specky?" said Gong-lu in his australian accent. Mr Speck had never figured out why a man with a Chinese name spoke with an australian accent. He had always been too afraid to ask. Rumor is that last time someone asked him that question, they ended up with a chair broken over their head, laying on a bar room floor.
"Doing alright", replied Mr Speck, "save for the fact that I almost got my ass kicked by a bunch of ching chong chinamen! Thanks for doing this to help me out!".
"No problem, mate", assured Gong-lu. "I've had to alter the escape route a little bit from the one we had previously planned. There is a trade barge off the coast about 3 miles from here. The only problem is, it's not really a barge, it's a secret ching-chong government installation. They've been monitoring for any suspicious activity. We will have to take an alternate route along the coast. Once we get to the city Shink-wock, we will be able to take a plane out of here."
Mr Speck was a bit unsure about why there would be a secret ching-chong government boat off the coast of ching-chong-land, but he yielded to Gong-lu's navigational skills and his knowledge of the seas... but there was one thing that was bothering him more. "You feeling alright, Gong-lu?"
"What's that?", said Gong-lu
"Well, it's just that you just said 'route'", said Speck
"What about it?" questioned Gong-lu
"'Route' like 'ROOT'. I have always heard you say 'rowt' before", said Speck
"...... I, uh, just like to change it up every once in a while... ahh ha ha eh eh heh, ahah", said Gong-lu, his nervous laughing lasting just a little bit too long
"Oh! OK!", said Mr Speck.... suspecting nothing.
=== the boat continues to traverse parallell to the shore. a few hours pass ===
"We're almost to Shink-wock!", Gong-lu informed Mr Speck.
The boat rounded the last curve of the shore, and finally they landed on an abandoned beach. It was an inlet, with lots of large rocks and cliffs.
"I don't see any buildings?", said Mr Speck.
"They're right on the other side of those rocks. Let's go!", said Gong-lu.
The two climbed along the shore. heading towards Shinck-Wock.
Gong-lu turned around to look at Mr. Speck. He grabbed onto his own neck, and pulled off his latex mask (scooby doo style).
"TING TONG! But how could this be! you.... you were at the docks!" screamed mr Speck in confusion.
Ting tong hit mr Speck over the head with a large rock.
The next time Mr Speck awoke, he was in a jail cell in a large underground facility. :(
io organic industrialism on 13/3/2006 at 20:17
lol sorry, i appologize for whoever is next because you have to write a jailbreak scene
Mr.Duck on 14/3/2006 at 01:41
Quote Posted by fett
Is this required homework?
Not if you give me CRAZY ANAL.
io organic industrialism - lol'd!!!, made me think of Indy's amusing "whoops, no gun/ammo!" moments :D. V.good.
Keep on churning the adventure, lads.
SA - Leelo, pinche huevon, son 3 putos parrafos ;P
Sneaky Acolyte on 14/3/2006 at 01:53
Quote Posted by MrDuck
SA - Leelo, pinche huevon, son 3 putos parrafos ;P
ja ja, pinche huevon si soy, no lo niego. por que crees que me pongo en IRC? nadie alli usa mas que unas palabras para decir algo. y por que es que tu ya no nos visitas en irc, mm?
Shug on 14/3/2006 at 03:13
Quote Posted by io organic industrialism
lol sorry, i appologize for whoever is next because you have to write a jailbreak scene
more like jailbait scene
DarkViper on 14/3/2006 at 11:39
Checking his pockets, Mr. Speck realized that everything had been stolen from him. They had even taken his stock photo of the girl that came with his purchase of a 3x5 picture frame. He always thought that she looked quite attractive. It didn't take very long for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit cell he had been placed in, and pretty soon he was hearing footsteps in the distance. Mr. Speck froze, as if he somehow expected to become unnoticeable, and watched as the silhoutte of a figure moved in front of the bars that lined his cell.
"What in the world?" Speck thought to himself, as he spotted a blue glow shining off of the figure walking around in front of him. Curious as ever, he slowly inched up to it and noticed it was a key on someone's belt.
"If that's not an obvious sign to take something, I don't know what else is," he thought to himself as he carefully reached his hands through the bars and snatched the key just as the silhoutte was preparing to turn. The blue glow went away yet was accompanied by a light chiming sound. Pausing only for a second, Mr. Speck thought nothing of the noise and patiently waited for the figure and the footsteps that went along with it to disappear in the corridors of wherever he was.
2 minutes passed and the figure had finally vanished and all was quiet. Wasting not a moment, Mr. Speck felt around the bars and squinted his eyes trying to see as much as he could until he found what had to be a keyhole and inserted the key. The bars swung open and he softly crept out, fearing what could happen if he made a noise. He spotted lights down a corridor and decided to slide his way down the leftmost wall, where the shadows were darkest. If he could pull this one off, he would be sure to visit the nearest pub he could find and drink himself into oblivion.
But first he had to get out.
20 minutes later, Mr. Speck realized he had been creeping along the walls for absolutely nothing. Not one person had crossed his path since he started down the seemingly endless corridor, and he figured he was probably being a little too cautious. He may have already been out of there had he not been taking his time. He took a break and paused where he was at, not really looking around or paying attention to anything around him.
"I see you there crayzhee engrish man!" shouted a voice from down the corridor, and Speck instantly backed up against the wall and into the shadows. He was well-practiced in the art of distraction, so he cupped his hands over his mouth and made the best damn impersonation of a rat he could muster up. The man who had been running towards Speck stopped dead in his tracks, and listened intently at what sounded like a really big rat. A delicacy in his culture, the man's mouth watered at the thought of a nice, big juicy rat. He was hoping this one had a really long tail as he always saved the best part for last. Being very careful, the would-be attacker slowed his pace and started walking really slowly, moving his head from left to right and raising what looked like to be a sword in his right hand.
Becoming a little weary and his mouth becoming parched, Speck was carefully devising a plan to make a break past the advancing sworded-man. He was not sure if the man was a foe he had faced in the past as his broken english accent was quite different than any he had heard in the past. One thing was for sure though, he wasn't about to let this be the end of him! With hardly a hesitation, Speck sped to life and ran straight towards his enemy. Before he could even begin to move his sword down, the sworded man found himself in a headlock and his sword on the ground. Oddly enough, it didn't end there. Mr. Speck pushed the man's body flat on the ground and body slammed him until he could take no more. A quick knock to the head with a boot sent the weary would-be attacker unconscious and he awoke in a dark corner of the corridor a few minutes later.
"Now to find out where I am, and how to get out of here," exclaimed Mr. Speck as he stepped away from a sliding glass door behind him and out into a lush jungle with birds singing and annoying gnats smashing into him all over the place.
