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Clothes Make The Man Word count: Some SETTING: New growth pine forest. A clearing. One man standing over a shallow hole, another well dressed man kneeling inside wielding a shovel with all the acumen of a person who once met a gravedigger in a rest stop men's room but with whom no actual words were shared. The man in the hole rests for a second, putting his weight on the shovel and glances up at his captor pleadingly. "I'm... I'm sure you're a very nice person. You don't have to do this you know? It doesn't have to be like this!" "A body finds that things always are just the way they oughtta be." "What is that even supposed to mean?" he said, halfheartedly dumping a load of dirt over the side. "There's a hole what needs digging, and a body for what to dig." "Somehow that explanation raises more questions than it answers." "A thing is as a thing does." With that, he continued to dig. Each shovel load moving slightly slower than the last until he had ceased digging and was leaning against the shovel again. "What dialect is that even supposed to be? Are you some kind of zen Forest Gump hit-man or something?" "I reckon a body can do a thing, an there ain't naught twixt dirt an stars what can set it right." "I'm sorry, is that supposed to be old English or backwoods country. I'm lost at this point." "Verily, I don't much reckon it matters where a body hangs his hat so long as his hand finds it's way." With a quizzical look he continued to dig, pondering on the previous exchange before stabbing the shovel straight into the dirt and he began gesturing wildly. "At this point, you know what, I don't even care if you kill me. I just want to know what your deal is man." "I don't reckon I have a deal, and if one seeks my deal perchance to deal then one's efforts are all for naught." "I... You can't be serious." An audible click rang out in the silence as the hammer of the revolver set into place and seemed to answer the man's question as he then continued digging. "Just my luck. I mean... sure I'm an rear end in a top hat, I mean I've done a lot of really lovely things in my time but at least I'm not an anachronistic hit-man." "..." "What are you even wearing? Is that a codpiece? You're wearing a codpiece." "Lot's of people wear codpieces." "Not with acid-wash jeans and a member's only jacket." "This is a perfectly normal outfit. It is no fault of mine that thou has no sense of style." "That's a Casio calculator watch." "You're a Casio calculator watch." "..." "..." "Level with me. Are you a time traveler?" "Why? What year is it?" "I'm not sure what else I could have possibly expected." A shot rang out in the forest and the birds scattered like pine-cones, but with much more efficacy.
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Apr 4, 2016 01:55
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sparksbloom posted:If you're not in yet, I'll give you an extra 150 words if you pick "Hope." (I can't find it freely streamable online, so I'm not going to flash anyone with it.) I'll totally take it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUbXyeNoDPE Also, second worst is the new best.
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Apr 5, 2016 23:04
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crabrock posted:Count your words. It was def less than 500, and I wasn't sure if I should count the opening description..or if notepad++ was to be trusted with such things. Also, I have no idea what those colors are supposed to indicate.
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