BOB FARLEY HAS SET THIS CHALLENGE
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You are sleeping. You wake to hear your phone ring. No one else seems to wake up. You get out of bed and reach for the phone, hold it to your ear and you hear nothing. As you hang up you hear a noise. You turn around to see.............
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Once the first person has posted an addition to the story. Subsequent writers can then either add to the first post. However, they could also start a new strand rather than followed the one in the first posting..
B-continuation
You switch the style of narrative to 3rd person, and your name is Mark. Mark raised his head to look where he had respawned.
"Respawned?" Mark thought to himself. He scanned through all of the posts on the page, and realised he was in cyberspace.
"Oh bugger"
Mark climbed up the ladder of posts, then got to the address bar. The web address he typed in next was...
Signed, Sealed, Pope General Caleb Benedictus XIII, Commander of the IVth Great and Bountiful Italian Empire.
B
...www.dotdotdot.com. He somehow appears in the North Minderan province of the Twin Nations of Kasurtas and Minderan.
The one difference was that everything was red, except for Mark, who was blue, and everyone else, who was green. There were also a mysterious purple building with white men walking inside. He scanned the terrain around what seemed to be him. He was in the middle of a massive government structure, and the purple building was on a TV screen. None of the green people noticed him. He took hold of a rope suspended from the roof for some reason and climbed up. At the top was a tiny TV screen, and he wanted to get closer to be able to see what was on it. At last he reached the top. On the screen was some facts about his current self. According to the screen, he assumes that electronic existences like him can't sense much about themselves, and need to be reminded by these little screens.
Anyway, the screen said:
WELCOME TO LIFESTATES, A LIVING NATIONSTATES!
You are currently in the Caxilic Building, in downtown Myzore, North Minderan, Kasurtas and Minderan. The e-time is now 14:03, Friday 4 December, 2*** (part of the year is blurred by a fingerprint.)
In the vicinity are currently: 146 enemies, 3 friends and 0 neutrals.
You are uninjured. You are slightly tired. You are not hungry, but a bit thirsty. You are slightly confused, but don't worry. You have a backpack on your back. It contains a small amount of drink, a combat knife and 105 Tulcs.
Please take me with you, I will beep when I have something to say to you.
Mark puts the screen, whose name seems to be Vizen, in his pack, and climbs down the rope. Beep! He takes Vizen out of his pack and reads the screen. It says...
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WARNING!!! WARNING!!! Dangerous Chasm Ahead! Mark looks up but sees nothing. It still retains its message. Mark looks up again, to see a crowd of cruel-looking white people glaring over him. Abruptly, he feels a sharp pain in his back and quickly revolves around to confront the same crowd. Getting anxious, he takes on last look at his screen. It is blank. He jumps up and sees....
Officially Signed and Most Graciously Authenticated, His Most Imperial and Royal Majesty, Christophe Wilhelm the Twelfth, by the Grace of God, Deutsch Kaiser and King of Prussia, The Imperial Supreme Ruler Emperor of The Great German Empire and Grand Kaiser of The Mighty German Armed Forces
B
...that the address in the address bar has changed. It now says www.reallife.co.everywhere.
Mark suddenly finds himself in real life again. He is in the middle of a snowy nowhere, presumably in the extreme north. He sees a tree with something engraved in the bark. It is writing saying 'welcome to Greenland'. He looks around. Behind him he sees an amazing palace. There is the corpse of a monarch lying nearby. 'This must be that Yuritz fellow that was all over the news a couple of months or so ago. That's right, he was that king of some Turquinia place.' Mark thought to himself. 'Hang on, if this is the palace, then I must be in Turquinia. Oh yeah, Turquinia's that place you go to when you fall asleep.' he then thinks. Suddenly, two other figures appear in the snow beside him. They introduce themselves as Benny and Burner. Benny is a normal adolescent, just like Mark, who apparently comes from Ireland. Burner, on the other hand, is an adult, maybe around 28 years old, who is made of fire. Where he walks, the snow melts. Benny says that the three of them were imprisoned here forever, and only when the palace is completely cleared of Turquinians can they return to the real world. It should be easy, as all of the forces in the palace were under command of Yuritz, who is now dead. Thus they are left to themself. None of them have any useful weapons other than what Burner can do, but Benny was told to check the corpse's pockets. Mark then remembered the combat knife in his pack. He took it out while Benny discovered a bottle of poison and a mustard gas grenade. Benny poured the poison onto Mark's knife, while keeping the hand grenade as his own weapon. Burner would just have to burn people as his 'weapon'. Then they set off into the palace. The first room was guarded by...
By the way...
I am now working on a 'proper' (only one author) story based on LifeStates, mentioned earlier. I may also do one on Benny, Burner and Mark's mission.
Attn. WKN:
Could you please delete this message and the two that I have posted before it, and pretend they were never posted? Don't ask why.
Cheers!
delete
not sure I can - I'll try
Adding to story You are sleeping......
M.E.O
You hear a noise and turn around to see.....
Your mother glaring at you.
"Are you calling that boyfriend of yours? At this hour? It's 4:30 In the morning Charlotte!" She crosses her arms and carries on peering at you icely.
"Well.. I.... Heard the phone ring and no one else was coming.... So.... I...... Picked it up but no one was there! I sware mum!" You plead.
"Hmmmm...." She grumbles sleepily.
She reties her dressing gown cord and pulls the plug out of the phone.
You feel relieved and fall back in to you bed.
6:00. You hear the phone ring again.
You sit up. Mum unplugged the phone! No way. You turn the corner around the hall and pick up the phone. Once again no one answers. You check the phone cord. It lays lifeless on the ground.
You turn back to go to bed. You trip up. You legs were tangeled in the phone cord, that mysteriously moved half a metre.
You untangle your self and sprint back to your own bed.
In stead of being nice and warm it is humid and clammy. Sweat trickles down your shivering back.
It's just a dream. You tell your self repeatedly.
You keep telling yourself this until the sun rises and shines in through your curtain.
You leap out of bed and look around the hallway.
The phone was gone.
continuation of 'You are Sleeping
and the cat.