The object of the game I'm going into the story is to Just play along in the role you take on telling the story from your point of view until its over or you die or something along those lines..(If you do die you could always come back as like a ghost or clone or never really killed etc...totally up to you) its a really fun game!
Here's an example of how the game works:
poster one: Well, it was Monday again, and yet another day of school was coming. I was at the bus stop. When the bus came, i got on only to find nobody else on except for the bus driver and myself. "That's weird." I thought to myself "I'm like the fourth to last stop. There usually are no seats left when i get on."
poster 2: "I'm going into the story!"
I got on the bus and saw poster one, but no other kids. "Where is everyone?" I asked.
poster one:"I don't know" I said back to her. "Maybe they're all out sick."
poster 2: "I don't think everyone could be out sick." i said.
Poster 3: "I'm going into the story!"
I silently agreed with her in my head. I had been driving this bus for 3 years, and usually only 1 or 2, if any kids were out sick. I didn't say anything at that point though because i was just there to do my job and drive the bus. Still i couldn't help but wonder where everyone else could be.
And the story would basically go on till the whole thing was resolved or at least the main conflict was.(you know in case any sub-plots develop or something.)
Some rules:
-Don't speak for anyone else Who is actually a poster but yourself. in other words don't do this:
Poster 4: I said no, but poster 3 said yes. (also try not to do it with actions either, but if you must that's OK.)
-You only have to say "I'm going into the story!" when you are first going into the story. Once you have entered the story, you don't have to say it anymore. But do say it to start.
-If you want to enter the story you can create a new person and introduce that person or take over for a created unfilled character (like poster 3 did in the example)
-Any created roles not filled by people (like the bus driver) can be taken over at any point in the story. until then it is fair game to say what they do and say and such.
-New Rule: If you want, you can also at some point say "I'm going out of the story" and re-enter the story with "I'm going into the story" as a diffrent character. But be careful, If you do this, it's possible you may not have your original character to go back to later on should it be "bumped off" or something. (I've been pondering this idea for a little bit. But If people rather I remove it I will)
-oh, and Nicknames are allowed now.
Newer Rule!: If someone's prolonged silence is interfering with a plot line's continuance other player may treat it as an uncontroled character until the controlling poster returns.
Anyway let's start.
I'm going into the story.
(Smoky Jazz Sax intro. Fade in to a Black and White corner office.)
It was a dark and hot summer night. I was sitting in my office with my feet up reading the newest edition of Soup and Salad magazine. I'd prefer to say this was my first chance to relax in ages, but I couldn't. Partly because I had run down my can of Pepsi four hours ago and the sink's faucet was clogged up leaving my throat drier then the comedy in a New Yorker cartoon, and partly because the phone hadn't rung in weeks.
That's when she walked in.
She looked about 6'1" with Brown hair wearing a Peacock Blue dress, and had eyes that could have looked into the depths of the universe, but right now they were looking at me.
Why the hell had I taken off my pants earlier.
I quickly sat down in a more traditional position, putting my legs below the desk.
"Ahem" I cleared my throat. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." she replied. "Are you Detective Sgore?"
"Are you with the Internal Revenue Service?"
"No."
"Then Yes."
I could feel this conversation was getting off on a good start.
"Detective, I'll get right to the point." She continued "I think my Ex-Fiance may be stalking me. The police won't believe me. I need your help to stop him and keep me safe."
"Hm. What makes think he's stalking you?" I asked.
"Well let's see." She started. "As I was leaving the park last week I saw him enter a Taxi behind me and get out where I had. Last night I noticed his car driving up and down the street. And before I entered the elevator a little while ago he came up to me and told me he was stalking me."
"Huh. That does seem somewhat like stalking." I responded.
"Please detective. I need help."
"And who is your husband?" I asked.
"Ricky Draples." She responded
The name hit me like a rouge 9-Iron.
Ricky "Ric" Draples owned the Famed exclusive Bolambo Congo Nightclub north of Pier 17. Besides being the hottest club around, It was also a front for some of Ric's shadier buisness associates. Anyone who had Ric as an enemy was eigther a fool, or valued their kneecaps very little.
I was neigther, but I felt obligated to take the case.
"I'll do it." I said.
"Oh thank you detective." She responded. "I feel safer already."
She left the room, leaving me lost in thought.
"I should probably start by putting my pants back on..."
