Post a story...
In the vein of the game of consequences, I'd like us to write a little story. jozafeen did this a little while back with hilarious consequences.
Here's the idea - I'll start a story, and you lot can continue it in your comments. Bonus marks are available for full-blown zombie infestations and alien invasions!
The beginning
Kate Crawford sat at her desk and groaned. The cup of lukewarm coffee in her hand reflected her face back to her, lit by the flickering fluorescent office lights. Another deadline to meet meant late nights in at work up on the 12th floor instead of being at home with her boyfriend Dave, or down the pub with her friends. Looking around she realised with dismay that she was the only person in on the entire floor. Even Richard, the creepy guy on the design team had gone home hours ago. He often hung around after hours, though Kate was sure he spent more of his time watching movies or downloading porn than working. Kate groaned again - even the office weirdo had more of a life than she did - and peered into the coffee cup at her reflection. She looked like shit.
It didn't help that half her team were off work with the 'flu at the moment, thought Kate. It was bloody typical that they'd all go down with some bug or other a week before her coding project was due. Her team leader (a short balding man named Frank) had lasted the longest, though when he'd passed out at his desk on wednesday he'd finally concluded that it was time to go home and rest. He'd looked pretty rough that day, all red round the eyes and pale everywhere else. Kate hadn't heard from him since, though she assumed that somebody was taking note of what was going on. Kate looked up at the clock on the wall - half-past one. It was no longer Friday night but Saturday morning. "Bollocks to this," Kate muttered and shut down the computer, finally stabbing the off button with a jab of her index finger. Overtime was fair enough but this was a joke.
Here's the idea - I'll start a story, and you lot can continue it in your comments. Bonus marks are available for full-blown zombie infestations and alien invasions!
The beginning
Kate Crawford sat at her desk and groaned. The cup of lukewarm coffee in her hand reflected her face back to her, lit by the flickering fluorescent office lights. Another deadline to meet meant late nights in at work up on the 12th floor instead of being at home with her boyfriend Dave, or down the pub with her friends. Looking around she realised with dismay that she was the only person in on the entire floor. Even Richard, the creepy guy on the design team had gone home hours ago. He often hung around after hours, though Kate was sure he spent more of his time watching movies or downloading porn than working. Kate groaned again - even the office weirdo had more of a life than she did - and peered into the coffee cup at her reflection. She looked like shit.
It didn't help that half her team were off work with the 'flu at the moment, thought Kate. It was bloody typical that they'd all go down with some bug or other a week before her coding project was due. Her team leader (a short balding man named Frank) had lasted the longest, though when he'd passed out at his desk on wednesday he'd finally concluded that it was time to go home and rest. He'd looked pretty rough that day, all red round the eyes and pale everywhere else. Kate hadn't heard from him since, though she assumed that somebody was taking note of what was going on. Kate looked up at the clock on the wall - half-past one. It was no longer Friday night but Saturday morning. "Bollocks to this," Kate muttered and shut down the computer, finally stabbing the off button with a jab of her index finger. Overtime was fair enough but this was a joke.