Subject: |SKML| An SK round robin tale? Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 06:33:08 -0700 From: "Strike" Reply-To: swatkats@PEAK.ORG To: "SKML" You guys asked for this- telling us how boring the mailing list is! I suppose this idea sort of infringes on the fanfic boundaries... does it matter if the fanfic is being written collaboratively on the mailing list itself? Anyway, I'm suggesting we start a lil' Christmastime SK round robin story... you know, the first person starts the story off with a few sentences, then sends it to the list... then the next person to respond writes a few sentences and sends it off... so on... until everyone's had their chance (more or less) and the story's over! (If this has been done on one of the other lists already, forgive me- I don't subscribe to those lists, and am largely unoriginal... but this sounded fun!) Anyway... why not stick with a basic storyline we all know, for the most part? An SK version of "A Christmas Carol." You know- Miserly Scrooge torments his scriveners, is called heartless by his nephew, goes home and is then visited by three ghosts. Goes to christmas past, sees wasted youth and true love gone sour. Sees christmas present, etc. Has horrible vision of the future and repents his ways. Buys a turkey. God bless us, every one! Since I'm the first to go, how about I lay the "ground rules" for this story? (After all, no one said we can't do more after this one is finished....) Set in the present, if you please... no fair sticking the SK chars into the past, into the exact same story Dickens wrote. (this way you can be as funny or oddball as you like.) All chars from the TV show are up for grabs- Hackle could be Marley, or whatever. Callie could be Tiny Tim's mother. Viper could be Tiny Tim! (you get the picture.) Please no fanfic chars. Not everyone on the list is familiar with all the fanfic chars... it's not fair to us. Your section should also adhere to the previous sections. If Jake was Scrooge in the first section, he should be scrooge the whole time. Also, please try to limit yourselves to a few (2) long paragraphs, or 3 or 4 short paragraphs - that way everyone can have a turn if they want one. Ad-libbing is okay as long as you stick to the basic story. (meaning you can say stuff other than coal and doorknocker and stuff... you'll get the idea when you'll read my section....) That's all I can think of. I should shut up now and start the story, huh? Here goes.... ****** Jake Cratchit sat at his desk in the cold, lonely Enforcer Headquarters, methodically drawing up plans for super weapons. He studied his blueprints momentarily, then approached his commander, Ebineezer Feral. "Good Mister Feral," he began. "Might I be cleared to use extra explosives in my new design?" he asked. "For the bad guys are wicked fierce, and some extra explosives would work wonders for beating the snot out of them." "No!" Ebineezer Feral replied. "Explosives are expensive. Especially around Christmastime. And ESPECIALLY on Christmas Eve. Which is tonight. Go home and leave me alone, if you are going to pester me." He began to write up "Chopper Replacement" forms. Jake Cratchit wondered why that was so, but could think of no explanation. He shrugged and gathered up his papers. "If you insist, Mister Feral." He took his leave before Ebineezer could change his mind and make him work some unpaid overtime. Feral grumped to himself and watched the young upstart go. He checked his watch, thinking that his nephew (niece, mother, some relative) should be arriving soon. ******* whoever wants to be next, you better write the next part of the story! ~Strike (strike@sprintmail.com) http://216.71.35.190/ (www.whitestorm.com) "Winfield goes back to the wall. He hits his head on the wall and it rolls off! It's rolling all the way back to second base! This is a terrible thing for the Padres!" -- Jerry Coleman, Padres radio announcer ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not meddle in the affairs of the SWAT Kats, . for they well armed and destined to win. Do not meddle in the affairs of our Commander, . for he has a blaster and knows how to use it.