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| And old thing, out of its appointed time and place, marooned in the 21st century… |
What I Think About Stuff-Red Phone Box, or I know I’m not supposed to
call it an Anti-TARDIS, but I’m gonna anyway.
There was this game I used to
play a lot in High School, called Exquisite Corpse. For those of you unfamiliar
the rules, it kinda goes like this:
Dude A writes a short story
that’s about anything. Strippers with hearts of depleted uranium,
robot-children on their way to Mars or a boring pencil-pusher in Hell. He then
passes it on to Lass B, who continues the story based only on the last line of
Dude A’s story. The result (provided the people you are playing with aren’t a
bunch of boring-as-fuck squares) is usually magnificent
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| Or hints at the summoning of an ancient fertility-god via a human vessel somehow. Hilarity ensues. |
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