Splotchy's Story Virus

Splotchy started this story. Here are his own words to describe what this is.

"This has probably been done before, but that is not stopping me, oh no.

Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.

If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.

Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours."

I have avoided reading the other strands as to not be affected by their versions and may tag someone tagged elsewhere. If you have already been tagged, let me know. I certainly don't mind being tagged a little later to add another paragraph (or more if you wish) as the story develops.

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one AM when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)

To be continued...

I am asking the following awesome people to continue the next part of this story and pass it on to someone else.

Take it away:

Angry Ballerina
Evil Spock

Splotchy offered us a doodle and in the true Christmas spirit of unoriginality, I will offer my carriers an original limited-edition"Froodle" for participating. (It's a cheap knock-off of an original Splotchy Doodle.) Just leave your request in the comments and I will add them to the bottom of this post when you have become infected. Maybe the doodle aspect will go viral too? Mwahahaha. Cough. Cough. Now, I can go read the other stories. Finally.


Splotchy said...

I am very intrigued!

Thanks a lot for being infected, Ms. Bee. Your participatory doodle is done!

Angry Ballerina said...

k i'm on it

Randal Graves said...

The creative part of my brain isn't up to the task today, but I'll give it a shot. Damn you, Freida Bee.

Unknown said...

I always like being tag-teamed by two women. My post is up.

Freida Bee said...

Splotchy- THANK you for the tag and another marvelous doodle.

AB- I look forward to seeing where you ride this bad boy. Oh god, that wa slame, like that there. Good.

Randal, I love what you did with this bastard child of our collective blog love.

Mathman- Oh dear, "always" implies repetition. Has this occurred before dear mathy one?

Unknown said...

F.B. The answer to that question is likely better for a different place. I would answer that with a short monomial: 2xy^2.

Freida Bee said...

or is it (xyz)^3?

Unknown said...

You could be right. I will have to form a theory and do some research. I just need some test subjects.

Whiskeymarie said...

Done and done.

Randal Graves said...

Reading through the comments of you smart mathy people makes my fucking head hurt.

As for my Froodle, Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Baudelaire discussing the darkest depths of the soul over glasses of the finest wine.

Anonymous said...

Randal!!!! You'd better get over your hurty head and get busy on capturing all this.

FB - Looks like you're getting full compliance here!

Freida Bee said...

Mathman- I agree that the scientific approach is the only way to get the answers we seek. And I was thinking this may more appropriately be a question of combinatorics, 3!

Do you want a Froodle?

Order up Whiskey Marie, your Froodle is good to go. Thank you for carrying on the progeny of my blogging loins. You may want to consider passing on a doodle...?

My dear Randal, Were it you and I as Poe and Baudelaire in Paris... we'd be uglier mo-fo's. Had you ever noticed how much Andy Kaufman looked like Poe? Shall you offer the doodle to your infectees? Consider it.

DCup, Don't push Randal on the math thing lest he notice my and Mathman's not-so-subtle associations between math and sex in our attempt to lure in another sucka. I see it has worked on you. The associations between math being "hard" and enjoyable are not so bad now, are they?

As far as full compliance goes, Evil Spock's participation remains to be seen, but if you are reading here, Evil, your Froodle can contain a poem about Evil Spock re: the subject you choose.

Unknown said...

A Froodle? Sounds good I am a little hungry.

Someone just said "Oh my God", about the combinatrics and that only happens in special situations. 3! must be it.

Randal Graves said...

Hey now, dcup, I never said which head.

And Freida Bee, we'd be the ugly ones? Shit, Poe was world-class creepy, and Chuck wasn't far behind. Although he was more sinister-looking.

Freida Bee said...

No Randal, If we were Poe and Baudelaire, we'd be uglier than we are. And, I'd be Poe btw.