A New Strain: The Virus Mutated!

Funny how blogging is ten-thousand times more alluring when one has 32.67 thousand things to do. Just as I was relaxing into my summer state of mental complacency, which found me hard pressed to come up with blog fodder, I became infected with the Splotchy Story Virus again. Some of you may recall when this was going around last year. Some may not.

Here's the deal:
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. -Splotchy

I had been shuffling around the house for a few hours and already felt tired. The doorbell rang. I opened the front door and saw a figure striding away from the house, quickly and purposefully. I looked down and saw a bulky envelope. I picked it up. The handwriting was smudged and cramped, and I could only make out a few words. (Splotchy)
"Meet me at two o'clock at Grisham Square. Don't be late!"
What? I already had an appointment at that time. In fact, that was the only reason I had even taken off work that Wednesday. But, when I saw the photos, I knew I had to go and see what the hell was going on. Oh gosh, now I wish I hadn't, but how was I to know then that Elizabeth would take this whole thing so far? (Freida Bee)

I hereby give big, infectious kisses to:

Suzi Riot
M. Yu
Randal (twice in one week- sorry)

to carry on the Splotchy Story Virus name. Go do me proud.


Randal Graves said...

Twice in one week. You owe me a poem or something. Now where did I put my brain...

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Utah Savage said...

Thank fucking god it isn't me this time. But I do look forward to the contributions. Can't wait.

pissed off patricia said...

Wow, this thing is everywhere I go this morning. The infection is spreading rapidly. Have fun!

fairlane said...

I'll try to get on it today, but I'm not promising anything.

Bubs said...

OK, now I need to know what's in those photos, and who this "Elizabeth" character is.

Well done!

fairlane said...

It is...finished.

Dr. Zaius said...

Photos? Pictures of food, perhaps? Baked chicken and garlic, paprika and dill mashed potatoes? Portabello cheese melts and turkey burgers?

Suzi Riot said...

Errr... sorry. I've been sequestered from the blogfection the past week and the virus didn't get me. If I'd known, I would have written something. I promise! ;)