Continue the story...

[Rick]

Here's somthing I saw years ago on another messageboard, and it turned out to be unique and hilarious.

For anyone interested, it is 'continue the story'. Someone writes a small section - whatever they want - and they finish their piece with the words, "and then". This is the lead-in for the next volunteer's addition to the story. It keeps going and going. All kinds of unexpected twists usually develop, and it becomes a challenge to build off what has been previously written.

I'm not a good writer, but since I posted the idea, I'll give a shot at getting the ball rolling. Here goes...

The quest for world domination became them...this unnoticed group of INTJs. The group numbered 4000. Would the world ever know the names of the puppet masters or would they remain in obscurity?

They were chameleons, seemingly blending into and adapting to their surroundings with ease. A part and yet apart. Blending but detached.

Only one meeting remained to finalize plans. Expected attendees include Jezebel, Rwyatt, Santana, and others of unknown identity. The entire group has arrived by different routes in Morocco, specifically in the ancient city of Marrakesh. Their actions would stun and fascinate the world.

An outside observer would be surprised at the genuine mutual respect accorded to other participants as they gather. The surprise would become shock when it was realized that not all were previously aquainted.

The meeting was only beginning, then a noise was heard outside.

And then...

[PHS Philip]

...there was a crash against the door. One glanced out a window, and saw what looked like a hundred armed men outside. The signal was given, and the gathered INTJs scattered through several concealed exits, knowing that they had been betrayed. Each hoped fervently that the traitor had not been assigned to their exit passage, because each only knew their own exit passage.

The last passageway was closed mere seconds before the door splintered open. Special ops forces rushed in, their uniforms bearing the flags of many different nations. They searched the building, and tried to find the secret passages, but to no avail; the INTJs were more clever than that.

While the forces conducted their fruitless search, INTJs emerged in a hundred different places in and around the city. They were met by boats and helicopters and cars, all readied in case of treachery. Within a few hours, all but the unlucky few in the traitor's passage had escaped.

At the end of their passage, that unhappy group was greeted with 5 gun barrels. The first INTJ lunged forward, and then...


(I love writing stories! :) )

[Rick]

The special forces troups immediately dropped their weapons, howling in pain. They rapidly began stripping all metallic objects from their bodies. The guns began to glow red hot, as did zippers, buckles, eyelets in boots, and all other nearby metal.

The INTJ's turned off their inductive generators which melted their adversaries' weapons, then scattered, methodically making their way to the alternate site.

And then...

[replicant]

Despite taking precautions, the traitor amongst the group initiated a device that affected the equilibrium of everyone but himself. With the others preoccupied with trying to deal with the distortion, the traitor brought his gun and shot each of the group. The traitor smiled as he emptied his clip into the last body. The traitor turned off the destabilization field and walked slowing into to the shadows that hung beneath the noon day sun.

One of the members of the group lay still and listened to the footsteps as each boot heel crunched into the rock grovel of the path leading to the docks. She fought her body and the burning under her right rib. The bullet had missed a vital organ and went through her back. She was bleeding heavily. She clung to her death-like pose.

Once she felt it was ok to scan the area, she lifted her head. She had to make it to the others. She had to warn them. Much was at stake. They could not fail. She tried not to look back at the others. There was nothing she could do for them.

And then...

[webby152]

hmmmm

[Linwenilid]

A small group of other INTJs observed the events from afar. They had not been in the meeting, purposefully, in fact; they had been assigned a special task, a secret one, of vital importance. They arrived from different directions, after a careful scanning of the area; a couple of them had even witnessed the assault. It would have been useless to jump in, they had thought; they all knew about the escaping plans, and were well aware of the possible casualties and knew it wouldn't do to increase that number.

After a few minutes of mingling with the crowd, they parted ways. Each of them knew where everyone was going, and how vital it was for them to arrive. The identity of the traitor depended on their mission.

An ambulance howled its way through the small crowd, at the back of a Chinese restaurant, and as paramedics got down and rushed to examine the wounded, the local authorities approached some of them for explanations. A middle-aged officer, who had been around asking questions for a while, addressed the nearest paramedic.

"Where are you taking them?"

Huge mistake. The poor officer would rue the day he dared asking such an obvious question.

"Officer," replied one of the paramedics, with a seemingly collected tone, "seeing as it's obvious you tried to fulfill your duty here and failed, I understand how you can't see when other people are trying to fulfill theirs. So, if it's not a problem with you, we'd like to take the wounded to the nearest hospital. We can leave the dead with you, so you have something to entertain yourself with. Is it OK with you?"

The officer didn't expect such an answer, and, for that matter, the paramedic didn't wait for authorization. He, along with his workmates, loaded three people in the ambulance, including a woman, and rushed away, leaving the astounded officers behind.

Inside the ambulance, the woman hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to be taken to a hospital; it would be her end, and probably, the end of their game.

But then...

[ScurvyRose]

The paramedic removed his disguise. There was more than one contingency plan in place as treachery was to be counted upon. As the woman stared at the newly exposed INTJ agent, she snaps to recollection of the members pictures and she is face to face with the one and only Rwyatt...he was here with them....but how did he get to her so quickly? How could he be everywhere at once?

Realizing the depth of the planning, she immediately snapped back to the moment and described the events she had witnessed in the caves and the identity of the traitor.

And then....

[ScurvyRose]

(hey.....did I kill this??)

[NHere]

Rwayyt, after calmly and almost distractedly absorbing the details of her revelation, snapped into action. A picture of pure efficiency he simultaneously grabbed the radio handset and cut the siren. Punching in the secure frequency, he growled orders in an unintelligible code. After confirming the response and shouting to the driver, he turned to her, still bleeding and clinging desperately to streams of consciousness.

"You probably guessed we're not going to the hospital. But we've got somebody who will take care of that when we get where we're going. You know the importance of what you've done - hold on to that."

She didn't need to be told. She figured her part was played - her presence would only hinder them now. But little did she know how much more she was to give - how, even among INTJs, there must be one who stands before the rest.

The ambulance screeched down narrow alleys that grew darker and dingier with each turn. Abruptly, the ride ended and the whole world stopped - a silence that lasted microseconds before the doors flew open...

and then...

[ScurvyRose]

Uberfurber and Trinity were standing in the alley and aproached SimplyOtter with an efficiency of movements that surprised even Rwyatt. They removed the bullets, stitched her up and closed the areas off to infection. Their movements so efficient, so stealth SimplyOtter didn't even have a chance to realize she was in a harness and was somehow being airlifted from the area in a black helicopter.

Just as Uberfurber and TRinity were finishing the clean up, Deadgod appeared out of the alley and then......

[NHere]

The conference began in earnest.

"What did you get?" Deadgod demanded.

"Little to nothing immediately useful. The traitor's beyond our reach for the moment," Rwyatt intoned. "We'll have to count on all of the INTJs staying close to their plans and pray for little interference from the local authorities. Let's hope this blows over quickly on the surface."

Uberfuhrer and Trinity stood back, unruffled by the news. "Of course they'll stick to the plan," growled Uberfuhrer, "that's not what we have to worry about." They turned and walked towards a door marked Not here right now - in my happy place. Disturb at your own peril.

'What we have to worry about," continued Uberfuhrer, raising a black-gloved hand to knock the secret knock, "is --------

(and then)

[bladeserver]

"is otter anarchy!". (spontaneous audible gasps).


and then

[Fridays Child]

something else snapped.

and then....

[le Duc]

that was it.

<maniacal laughter> I killed another thread!

[ScurvyRose]

Bladeserver was taken by force back to the huggles thread. The diversion worked. The intj's remaining flooded through the passages towards the alternate conference location. By now everyone knew the identity of the traitor, it was Monte314. As it turns out all of his math knowledge and problem threads were codes for his lurking spies. He had betrayed us by using the intoxicating language of logical problems. Rwyatt has been on his trail for sometime now, following behind in the messages Monte314 was posting on the introduction threads. Yes, it is all falling into place now. Just a little further ahead and they should arive at the hidden temple under the city.

(and then)

[ScurvyRose]

(Just made some fresh popcorn, patiently waiting for the extended intermission to be respited with another chapter.....):popcorn:

[Zzyber]

As the gigantic stone doors rumbled closed Monte began to laugh ominously as the binds that held his hands together fell to the floor with a loud ringing clink. "Did you really think that you could outsmart us? It was not me who brought you to ruin!" said Monte with an edge of hysteria to his voice. "Even now is the "safe house" that you have brought me to is in control of him". The gathered crowd began to shuffle their feet and mumble to each other in worried concern. "Would you like to know who it is that has been pulling your strings for this last few years?" said Monte while eying the crowd with a smirk creasing his mouth. "I'll tell you!" screamed Monte. "It's not like you can stop the wheels that have been put into motion now!". "The true MASTERMIND is...". Just as Monte was about to finally reveal the true traitor a shot rang out and caught Monte in the forehead snapping his head back and throwing him to the ground.

and then....

[Vagrant]

Apparently his heart decided to stage a one-organ revolution. Unfortunately, without the brain, it didn't realize that would also result in its own demise.

Of course, that still doesn't explain where the hell that shooting noise came from.

(and then)

[notoppings]

"Turn off the simulation deck" yells Fridays child. "You see I told you that with this many INTJ's there would be trouble".

"Yes you're right" replies NHere, "but you can't really expect us to actually take over the world without proper prior planning" "We'll get it right all we need is more input", "Monte314 is working on the new program, he says he'll have the calculations ready to go in a few more hours"

Everyone present returns to the planning room and then...

[Snowdragon]

A figure (and source of the shooting nose) comes in with a machine gun pointed in our general direction. "I cannot allow you to go any further"

and then...

[callmemigs]

The people inside the room realized (by intuition) that the machine gun is actually a water gun so they took their chances to trumple him and everybody told him "Are you joking?"

and then...

[Jonathan Brewer]

The machine gun/water gun explodes in a deafening blast scattering body parts about the room and painting the walls with blood. The survivors quickly realize the machine gun was disguised as a water gun because he knew they would recognize it was not a real gun and thus in their narcissism they would assume they had thwarted him and consequently completely fail to recognize it was actually all another disguise for the incendiary device therein contained. This in itself made it possible for him to distance himself from the explosive enough to be safe from harm and use the distraction of the blast to draw out two real-life light sabers and use the telekinetic force to push away the crowd of confused survivors. As everyone begins to realize the enormity of this plot he screams out, "I AM your father!"

And then...

[callmemigs]

The scattered body parts moved on their own until the victims became zombies....


and then....

[Jonathan Brewer]

Lights sabers twirling he cuts through the swarm of zombies as the living and the dead scatter. He makes it back to the door and uses one more blast of mind power before turning and taking hold of the knob...

and then...

[callmemigs]

He became a zombie and ate himself even his soul.

and then (i wish this is the ending).....

[Tranquillity]

The process of the zombie eating himself and even his soul caused a time space fracture ripping the world of matter from the infinite sea of soul. The illusion of the every changing world of matter is no more as the real man, God, finally wakes up from the nightmare of living in a world of suffering and death.

'Phew, that was one bad ass dream' God said. 'Mum, can I have some breakfast please?'

and then...

[callmemigs]

Her mum became a zombie. And then....

[Snowdragon]

She was surrounded by them. Hundreds and hundreds of them. She grabs a flamethrower and then....

[callmemigs]

Good thing the zombies have technologically advanced water guns to repel the fire. She kept on using the flamethrower to repel the zombies but it's no use because the zombies keep on squirting torrents of H2O against the flame. That's when the flamethrower ran out of gas. And then....