Master 112 Posted December 4, 2017 Share Posted December 4, 2017 Inspired by previous CDC stories hosted by BananaMash. We need 8 participants to write a total of 8 chapters. Pick a chapter, wait until all chapters prior to yours have been posted, then write and post your chapter. Just try to keep the story moving. Chapters: 1. One one two 2. Zfetch 3. Tre Mac 4. 5. otherwise 6. 7. 8. Chapter 1: Snow fell and choirs sang; houses and yards were decorated with pretty lights and plastic reindeer; children were now at home sippng hot chocolate, huddled snugly around lit fireplaces; neighbours wished neighbours a merry Christmas; snowmen dotted the landscape; and there were feelings of seasonal glee in the air. Mash and Tiggies were at a Christmas party hosted by Rev. Malcolm Green, famous author and Yu-Gi-Oh duelist. The two had gone outside to escape the party and chat briefly. 'The road is long,' sighed Tiggies poetically as he took a drag of his cigarette. 'Yeah,' Mash replied, 'but the scenery is nice: trees, mountains. And sometimes you meet other travellers--people who've walked different trails--who can share stories of love and life. Tigs, you can't just take all the good in the world and leave what else there is. It's through pain and struggle that we become who we are; and it's the worst of life that allows us to appreciate what's truly great.' Tiggies let out a sensible chuckle--one that did not mock what Mash had said but rather seemed to agree with it. 'You always were good at giving advice, Mash. Say, where's Gumball? He said he'd be here half an hour ago. We can't have a Christmas party without the Gummeister.' 'He'll be here. He wouldn't miss something like this. You know it's his favourite holiday. Hey, I think that's him.' A Rolls-Royce was parked across the street and Gumball emerged wearing a suit, waving subtly as he began to approach the house, walking like a pimp. His expressive gait was the result of a hip injury he sufferred in the war when he carried a downed officer through a long spray of bullets to safety. He was hit twice during his heroic display and earned a medal of valour. Gumball checked his smart phone before commiting it to his right pocket and stepped up onto the porch where Tiggies and Mash were. The three of them performed a secret handshake. 'Ay!' said Mash. 'Ay!' the others echoed. 'Where the party at?' asked Gumball. 'It's here, it's here,' replied Tiggies. 'We're just outside because someone puked and it smells like that time a raccoon died in my attic.' 'Oh. I didn't know it was that kind of party,' said Gumball. 'And I like your Santa hat, Tigs. It makes your jawline look manly and gaunt. You're like a real life Johnny Bravo.' 'Gee, thanks, Gum. You really mean that? It's nice to get a compliment from you. You know, when I put it on this morning, I really wasn't feeling it, but I guess it's okay after all? I'm actually glad I wore it now. Thanks,' responded Tiggies. 'Let's go inside,' said Mash declaratively as he peeked inside through a window. 'Everyone's watching the news for some reason.' They stepped inside. BREAKING NEWS: CHRISTMAS CANCELLED AFTER ELF UPRISING, read the header. 'Unreal,' said Gumball. 'Those damned elves should be thankful they even have jobs. They can't just cancel Christmas like that. What about my presents?' 'Gum, you're not understanding the politics behind it,' Mash interjected. 'These elves have been subjugated and enslaved for hundreds of years. They hate Christmas.' 'I don't care. We have to go to the North Pole and get those lazy bastards back to work,' resolved Gumball. Link to comment
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