Comments | m_mcgregor: Not fic, but a remarkably asinine simulation

m_mcgregor

Not fic, but a remarkably asinine simulation

Jul 27, 2009 16:53

Since I can't seem to write anything of my own lately, I propose a boredom inspired game:

Write a first paragraph for me. It doesn't have to be fannish. I will attempt to reply with something at least slightly entertaining based off of what you write. Try to make it at least somewhat coherent, if you please.If you do make it fannish, please try to ( Read more... )

ego, people who are not me, writing thoughts

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m_mcgregor July 27 2009, 21:46:14 UTC

Giles came out of the stacks a moment later.

"Are you absolutely sure you can do this, Buffy? The spell seems rather complicated."

"Trust me, Giles. I've got this."

Giles frowned as he looked down at a musty old tome. "Y-yes, I'm sure, but the positioning. The timing. The Tutsi Rawl is not a beginner's incantation."

Buffy sighed and gave him a pointed look. She looked up and spoke in a very bored voice, "To the left. To the left. To the right. To the right. To the front. To the front. To the back. To the back. Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide. Left. Left. Right. Right. Front. Front. Back. Back. Dip. Dip. Dip. Dip. Am I right?"

"B-but that's astounding. I've only just found this book, Buffy. How could you know how to do this spell? Do you know others? Can you do the Enigmatic Butterfly?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "The Butterfly? Uh-uh. That's old."

"I see," Giles said. "Well, let me see the Tootsie Roll."

(GET IT!?)

booster17 July 27 2009, 21:16:12 UTC

It was brown and it was sticky. For once in his life, Xander decided to avoid the obvious joke, mainly because it also had three eyes, all of which were watching him carefully.

m_mcgregor July 27 2009, 21:56:37 UTC

It wasn't like he was unprepared for weirdness. His mom was never the lunch-making type, but every so often she'd get a case of the maternal guilts and send him off to school with a brown bag, a peanut butter sandwich, and if she was feeling really motherly, an apple. The sandwiches were usually a glob of peanut butter in the center of two stale pieces of bread, so he was prepared for food that was not going to look exactly appetizing. But hey: food was food ( ... )

booster17 July 27 2009, 22:38:25 UTC

Excellent!

From Buffy, episode the Zeppo (season 3) vesperablaze July 27 2009, 21:20:10 UTC

As he awkwardly stitched up the ragged hole in his own torso, Xander decided that Jack had a point, and being dead wasn’t all bad. Straightening, he examined the four inch gash just below his sternum in the mirror, and winced as he saw the uneven black thread crisscrossing it like drunken railroad tracks. Of course, it wasn’t all good either.

Re: From Buffy, episode the Zeppo (season 3) m_mcgregor July 27 2009, 22:07:42 UTC

For one thing, he was starting to smell. Now maybe that was just because he'd been wearing the same shirt for about four days even before he'd gotten dead, but he was pretty sure it was because his insides were getting all decayed. Now that he thought about it, Jack had definitely had a kind of stinky dead-body B.O. to him ( ... )

waddis July 27 2009, 21:23:19 UTC

Let's start simple, then.

It wasn't like Xander had never had a bad day. He had had a bad day. Days, in fact.

He'd gotten an eye gouged out, once, for instance.

But that was the kind of bad day that you could really only experience once. Or twice. And it was a life-altering kind of bad. Always-look-left-twice bad. This was more of a I-just-mistook-Dawn-for-a-piece-of-ass kind of bad.

Only without the happy pregame.

He blamed Giles, really. Two solid weeks of injections and lectures and survival training, and no one--not Giles, not Buffy, not even Willow--had thought to warn Xander about the pervasive case of naked he would find in the villages ( ... )

m_mcgregor July 27 2009, 21:35:00 UTC

Whoa whoa whoa! A paragraph! Singular!

waddis July 27 2009, 22:39:21 UTC

Hey, length-wise...

I like stand-alone sentences. Incidentally, there's a good chance that I misunderstood the original intent of your post.

Sorry about that.

anonymous July 27 2009, 21:54:03 UTC

They'd had so little time.

Anya had lived for a thousand years and it had all been the same and then she'd met him and it was suddenly so different, and everything mattered now. Willow and Tara were still desperately researching at the Magic Box and Buffy and Giles went off to England yesterday and Dawn was crying in her room and Xander was here holding her, but it didn't stop her from being too hot and too cold at the same time. Xander was saying it would all be all right and that anyone could have made the mistake, and that when we had this licked Willow was going to hack into eBay and cause it to freeze up forever so nothing like this could ever happen again. Anya imagined it would cost a lot of people a lot of money, and somehow right now that didn't seem quite as important anymore. For a moment she wondered what they'd do about all the wedding plans that had already been made.

She told Xander she loved him and held him and he started crying and then her body convulsed violently and her skin was ---

"This will do."

m_mcgregor July 27 2009, 22:07:54 UTC

SINGULAR!