Yes, we will be having a midway bash this year. Heather has been gracious enough to allow me to organize the party once more!
It will be held at the Ricky's across from Chinook Centre, same place as last year and the year before, for those who attended one or both. Please RSVP to me (Janna) ASAP so I can call ahead and let them know how many to expect!
It will take place beginning at 7.00 p.m. on Saturday, November 17. Yes, that's right, THIS SATURDAY!
We will have general getting-to-know-you time, we will eat food (please bring money if you plan to eat, as we'll be at a restaurant), and we will play games and write another round-robin story. There will also be a craft pertaining to our lovely plot bunny finger puppets, so if you still have yours from last year, do bring it along! (Don't worry, if you've lost him or didn't get one last year, I will be bringing extras for you.)
(This is the plot bunny!)
Now, for your reading pleasure, I give you the round robin story from last year:
"Dirk!" a voice cried from behind him. "You're not torturing small woodland creatures, or teaching them to fly, are you? Remember what we discussed this morning?"
"Yes, I remember," Dirk said. "You told me that animals aren't toys. Why do you ask?"
When he turned to look at the speaker, he found that it was a huge rabbit, carrying a sharpened carrot and brandishing it threateningly.
Quickly Dirk reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large trout. "Captain Bun-Bun, we meet again."
"Dirk," said Captain Bun-Bun neutrally, "You have tormented my minions for the last time. En garde!"
Dirk brandished the trout as if it were a sword, but it had thawed too much and flopped over in his hand.
Captain Bun-Bun smirked. "Your weapon seems to have a problem standing at attention. Give up now, while you still can."
"Never!" shouted Dirk. "I will never bow to your twitchy-nosed oppression! Have at you, you bewhiskered lettuce-munching fiend!" He charged at the furry menace, fish at the ready.
Captain Bun-Bun leapt into the air, performing a complicated triple back flip with a half-tuck, landing on his ears. He proceeded to pummel Dirk with his massive, stiletto shod bunny feet.
Dirk reached up tenderly and stroked the bunny's cheek. "Bun-Bun," he whispered, "your fur is so beautiful!"
"Your sweet talk will get you nowhere!" Bun-Bun exclaimed. The over-sized rabbit placed his giant paws together and chanted. One hundred thousand carrot daggers materialized around Dirk. "Take this, you hairless ape!"
"Actually," said Dirk, rising from his fighting stance and lowering his trout, "humans are more accurately described as hairless chimpanzees, from a genetic and evolutionary standpoint. And your fur really is quite soft."
Bun-Bun's carrot daggers popped into little pink hairless hamsters, which fell to the ground in a writhing mess.
"Your magic is as bad as my limp trout." This time Dirk was the one laughing now, "Luckily mine isn't." And so saying, chanted a spell and his trout turned into a machine gun.
"You think you've won, just because all of my daggers turned into hamsters?" Bun-Bun eyed the machine gun for a moment. "Hmm... a valid point. Err... draw?"
We must top this story, so do come out and join in the fun! :-)
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-Janna
NaNoWriMo Co-ML for Calgary
NaNoWriMo Moderator, Character & Plot Q&A
NaNoEdMo ML for Canada
ScriptFrenzy ML for Alberta
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Nov 15, 2007 - 08 11
Aw... tear! I'm going to be out of town this weekend!!! Sad days. *pouts*
10,173 / 50,000
Nov 15, 2007 - 10 40
Yeah, sorry my Sat is booked with boardgaming already...
50,108 / 50,000
Nov 15, 2007 - 21 33
TWO DAYS! This thing is two days away!
TBD? *smacks hand impatiently with... back of hand*
We need to go from TBD to D, in order so that us poor folk who will be walking can ensure we'll be there.
10,000 / 50,000
Nov 15, 2007 - 23 34
sure, a bunny story? I CAN'T miss that!
:D
see ya all there!
18,925 / 50,000
Nov 19, 2007 - 08 58
And how did this one go??
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Nov 19, 2007 - 12 56
Well, the bash was grand fun, or at least, I thought it was. We had 8 people show up, including me, and we had a good time chatting and taking photos (there was a photo war betwixt myself & IronKite; I will be sure to post some of those photos when I'm home later and have time to do so). We also did our craft, and had fun turning the plot bunny finger puppets into plot bunny ninjas. :-)
Of course, what everyone is really waiting for is this year's round-robin story. So, without further ado, I bring you...
The Dragon of Old walked into the room and belched a ball of flame.
"Scuse me!" he said, mortified.
"S'all right," the knight replied, slightly offended.
The dragon collapsed into a slump on the stone floor. "Those gnomes always cause indigestion."
I think that might be Tim, coming back to haunt you; you probably shouldn't have eaten him."
The dragon belched again. "Yes, I think you may be right about that," he said.
His next belch was more intense, in fact, almost to the point where he felt like he was about to spill his guts, when out popped Tim!
He was covered in greasy white slime, and his eyes rolled around in his head madly as he struggled to his feet, unsheathing his sword as he stumbled forwards.
"I will not accept this sort of treatment!" he cried.
"Well, it's your own bloody fault now, isn't it? Nobody actually asked you to jump in there to fetch the... what did you lose again?" the knight said, rolling his eyes.
"I already told you," Tim whined, suddenly beginning to gain mass. "I'm looking for my lost pair of booty shorts. You know the ones I mean." His eyes were gleaming wetly as he spoke.
"Ah, yes," the dragon chuckled. "They were quite delicious. Shall we duel once again?"
"But what about me?" exclaimed the knight, waving his arms wildly, which caused a melodious cacophony of sound.
Both dragon and Tim looked at the knight causing so much noise. "Wait... who are you again?" said the dragon.
"The Pied Piper knight of mystical sounds, I mesmerize and catonic-size all who dare to forget me!"
The dragon snorted and a small flame flew across the room, lighting the knight's plume on fire. "Whatever, Spuntid. The last catonia you caused was during your last story at the Beaten-Horse Pub."
The Dragon of Old took out a mint and put it in his mouth, exclaiming, "These really have a kick after all of these incendiary events."
"More pie milord?" the tavern wench asked.
The dragon was so annoyed to be interrupted that he set the pie aflame, creating an amazing new taste sensation.
Tim nudged the knight in the knee and whispered secretly, "Do you have any idea what the dragon put in his mouth?" Suddenly the fourth wall broke. "I couldn't read that.
"I... I don't get it," said a confused onlooker.
And the conversation halted as everyone joined in breaking the fourth wall and attempted to read what the dragon had put in his mouth.
It read, Any who dare enter here is at your own risk.
When the dragon rebuilt the fourth wall, the knight was left on the other side, and Tim was suspended between the two layers.
And there were prizes given out:
mplested - Best Self-Narration
IronKite - Best Eskimo Joke
IanDaniel - Best Use of a Phrase Created Tonight
karalianne - Most Disgusting Phrase Used
Hero - Only Person to End Up in the Story
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Nov 19, 2007 - 13 32
Oh THAT'S what it said. Now it makes sense.
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Nov 19, 2007 - 13 34
Oyah, Tim.
Last year on this date, I had over 26K.
52,167 / 50,000
Nov 19, 2007 - 14 49
Tsk tsk. Bad Janna. You need to write more.
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Nov 19, 2007 - 15 29
I know. And I will! More tonight, tomorrow, etc. - and TONS on the weekend!
-Janna
Co-ML for Calgary
Moderator, Character & Plot Q&A
You know you're a writer when...
...Something bad happens to a friend and you're glad she's not a writer, so you can use it.
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Nov 19, 2007 - 16 55
I'll believe it when I see it.