First night!
I have begun writing! I'm up to 1816 and will continue when I wake up. I suppose I should snip something...
Chad the game show host stood in front of the crowd of nearly a dozen and presented his contestant with a choice.
“You’ve chosen door number three, Mr. Smith, but before we reveal what you’ve won, let’s take a look at what you didn’t pick!”
Whatever there is to be said of Chad’s mastery of numbers, it is nothing compared to his mastery of bright, gaudy colors that don’t go together. His wardrobe clashed most magnificently on a daily basis, and the nervous contestant Mr. Smith (whose real name was actually Mr. Rondale and hadn’t been recorded correctly on Chad’s only sometimes helpful note cards) tried not to make it obvious he couldn’t look directly at the host without serious risk to his eyesight.
Instead he looked over at the row of three doors, where Chad’s lovely assistant Joanne Ludibaker was situated. And lovely she was. If someone were to create a person specifically to be lovely, they would likely turn out with Jo. Oddly enough, this wasn’t quite how it happened, but she turned out lovely all the same.
“Let’s take a look behind door number two!”
Joanne strolled to the middle and opened the indicated door. A duck found its way waddling out, quacking in a rather confused way.
“Now, sir, would you like to remain with door number three, or would you like to switch? Because it’s not too late!”
The poor Mr. Rondale appeared to sweat under the pressure of this decision, especially after a timer seemed to be ticking down his time.
“Um, I’ll…” he stammered, “I’ll go with… door number one!”
“Mr. Smith, you have chosen to switch your choice to door number one. Let’s see what you’ve won!”
Joanne opened the door to reveal a goose, which, honking loudly, began to chase the duck into the sparse audience, which, one by one, began to involuntarily be included in the chaotic chase.
Mr. Rondale watched in horror as his goose chased a camera man from his post after being trampled by the duck.
“Aw, too bad!” said Chad, giving the contestant a good natured thump on the back. “Better luck next time! Well, that’s all the time we have for this show, join us next time on Game Show Madness!”
The abandoned camera tipped over as several more people rushed past it to get to the exit. The lit sign above indicating applause sadly went unacknowledged.
It's only the first night. I'm still remembering how to write.
Chad the game show host stood in front of the crowd of nearly a dozen and presented his contestant with a choice.
“You’ve chosen door number three, Mr. Smith, but before we reveal what you’ve won, let’s take a look at what you didn’t pick!”
Whatever there is to be said of Chad’s mastery of numbers, it is nothing compared to his mastery of bright, gaudy colors that don’t go together. His wardrobe clashed most magnificently on a daily basis, and the nervous contestant Mr. Smith (whose real name was actually Mr. Rondale and hadn’t been recorded correctly on Chad’s only sometimes helpful note cards) tried not to make it obvious he couldn’t look directly at the host without serious risk to his eyesight.
Instead he looked over at the row of three doors, where Chad’s lovely assistant Joanne Ludibaker was situated. And lovely she was. If someone were to create a person specifically to be lovely, they would likely turn out with Jo. Oddly enough, this wasn’t quite how it happened, but she turned out lovely all the same.
“Let’s take a look behind door number two!”
Joanne strolled to the middle and opened the indicated door. A duck found its way waddling out, quacking in a rather confused way.
“Now, sir, would you like to remain with door number three, or would you like to switch? Because it’s not too late!”
The poor Mr. Rondale appeared to sweat under the pressure of this decision, especially after a timer seemed to be ticking down his time.
“Um, I’ll…” he stammered, “I’ll go with… door number one!”
“Mr. Smith, you have chosen to switch your choice to door number one. Let’s see what you’ve won!”
Joanne opened the door to reveal a goose, which, honking loudly, began to chase the duck into the sparse audience, which, one by one, began to involuntarily be included in the chaotic chase.
Mr. Rondale watched in horror as his goose chased a camera man from his post after being trampled by the duck.
“Aw, too bad!” said Chad, giving the contestant a good natured thump on the back. “Better luck next time! Well, that’s all the time we have for this show, join us next time on Game Show Madness!”
The abandoned camera tipped over as several more people rushed past it to get to the exit. The lit sign above indicating applause sadly went unacknowledged.
It's only the first night. I'm still remembering how to write.