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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jeffrey S. Mitchell who wrote (77)	6/17/1998 5:45:00 PM
From: Hoatzin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Just then, a huge explosion rocked the building. The floor shook, the walls of the room buckled and a beam fell from the ceiling, instantly killing the two models. Muffy quickly hit the "Personal Force Field" button on her gizmo belt, and sighed with relief as she was instantly protected from head to toe by an invisible barrier. Ceiling tiles, bricks and dust fell all around, but she was safe. As the clouds of dust began to settle, she stepped over the debris towards the broken doorway. The deep hum of the force field accompanied her every move. She looked out into the main hall of the airport. It was a shimbles. "What's a shimbles?" she thought. It's a typo, I meant "shambles". "Huh? Who are you?" she said, with more than a hint of suspicion in her voice. I'm the narrator. You know, the one's who's telling the story. At least in this post. "So why didn't you just fix it, and get on with this latest, oh-so-exciting, plot development?" The irony in her voice was withering. Well, I thought it might be fun to toy with the traditional writer-character conventions a little, you know, something different... Muffy stamped her foot. "Well I think it's stupid. Just get on with the story, for heaven's sake." OK, what do you think should happen next? "You're asking me??? You're Mister so-called narrator. You shouldn't have started this post if you didn't have some actual, like, plot or something. Sheeesh!!! And please, no more of those hot'n'heavy lesbo sex scenes, OK?" Fine. Muffy turned and saw a man scrambling across the rubble towards her. He was wearing workman's overalls, and on his head was a yellow hard hat with a blinking light. As he reached Muffy, he collided with her force field and fell to the ground, writhing in pain. "Oooops," said Muffy, and turned it off. "Are you alright?" "Ja, ja, I am hurt not so much, at time of running I did not know that it is yourself with the force field." "Who are you?" asked Muffy, as she bent over him, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. "Ich bin David "Eddy" Blanker, Leader and sometimes Fuehrer of ze Year 2000 Emergency Response und Schtock Market Reform Team. Zis eggsplosion we have just enjoyed, it is caused from a non-compliant chip in the infrastructure somewheres." Blanker! Muffy knew this was her chance for some payback! The boys back at the brokerage, and their paymaster, the evil Arsenio, would love to be in her shoes now! She would make them proud! She picked up a nearby cherry Danish and pushed it in his face. "AHAHAHAHA!" she laughed, as she turned and headed for the exit. Although his nostrils were filled with the sickly pastry, Blanker thought he could smell gas coming in his general direction...