Six Word Stories Meme

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SIX WORD STORIES MEME
tell a story in six words




1. Post your top level comment with a six word story prompt (or more than one!)  Making up your own is fine too.
2. Other people respond
3. ???
4. Profit

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL COMMENT BLANK

Comments

[ingoodcompany]

1 - This doesn't work? We probably dead.

2 - I never agreed, you just assumed.

3 - Oops... That was supposed to happen.

1!

[housewareshero]

Wait, you mean, there's no plan B?

[ingoodcompany]

Plan B was ages ago. The entire alphabet has been vetoed, along with those other letters we borrowed.

This is it: no one knows how to rig up the jenny without blowing it up, and well... waiting sucks.

[ He shrugs; the whole place is a fire trap.

With the power off, none of the automated systems would kick in. ]

Setting off an emergency flare somewhere at least puts us on the map.

[ As long as someone out there sees it. ]

[housewareshero]

Man, even the funny Greek ones? ... Where is the ol' juice-pumper, anyway? Anyone tried kickin' it? I mean ... flares? Really?

I feel like there's gotta be somethin' we can beat into submission. You're talkin' to a guy who made this sweet little number work, after all. [he hoists his chainsaw hand. maybe a little close to your face. sorry.]

[ingoodcompany]

[ Recoiling, Stiles knocks his elbow against the wall in his haste. Seriously, what is it with people and their wild abandon with weapons?

Specifically, people who have weapons pointed in his direction. ]

Uh yeah, most of those look the same as the regular alphabet.

The generator's out back, I think? Towards the west side, anyway. Doesn't seem to be much around it, except storage until the end of time.

You can dig around if you want, there's not much that is usable.

I think you'll get along well with some people I know. [ He motions pointedly at Ash's arm. Between that and the 'rock 'em sock 'em' philosophy

Possibly too well. ]

[housewareshero]

... You sure? What about pi? [that's not even Greek, Ash, stop it. he starts edging along the hall in the general direction of the back.]

Storage? Storage fer what? I bet I could rig somethin'. ... You gotta name, kid?

[ingoodcompany]

Too circular. [ By that point, everyone was running out of ideas. ] Luring things into ambushes only works if we knew actual numbers.

[ He follows, taking care to avoid areas Ash does. ]

Junk, mostly. [ Old equipment left to rust, stuff that wasn't used but couldn't be thrown out for whatever reasons. ]

For an old office building, there seemed to be a huge demand for yard work.

And it's Stiles.

[housewareshero]

Ash Williams. ... Yard work, eh? I can do a lot with a good toolshed. We might be on to somethin'. [if he ignores the pi comment, it's almost like he understood what Stiles meant, right? totally.] Anyone actually come face-to-face with one of these things yet?

[ingoodcompany]

If you can untangle one thing from another, you'll have an endless supply of scrap metal.

[ He starts to shake his head, but stops. When the equivalent of a tank if coming at you, you don't stick around to admire the details.

He still saw enough. Big fancy shells, oozes, eats anything they can get their mouths on. ]

Possibly giant space snails? [ Who cared where the things came from? But meteors had been on the news lately, so it's his best guess. ]

The slime trails are hallucinogenic.

[housewareshero]

Hallucinogenic? Sounds like my kinda party. ... But scrap metal's got edges. We find something we can weld with, we might be in business...

[is it too dark to see that glistening trail crossing the hallway ahead? most likely...your call]

[ingoodcompany]

I'll pass. [ Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Plus the likelihood of becoming lunch is a real downer. ]

Fire's easy. At least one person stuck here with us smokes.

[ And yes, the moonlight filtering in from the windows is barely enough for shadows, let alone reflections.

Most of it is along the floor, the tiles slick with slime, but some coats protruding corners of chairs and cubicle separators. It going to suck if anyone looses their balance and try to catch themselves. ]




{{ooc: Going to be a lot slower through out the bulk of the work week}}

[housewareshero]

Arright. So we can shank these things with extreme predjudice if I can buy enough time to make somethin'. Wish I hadn't lost the chainsa-a-a-aAAAH.

[his foot catches on the edge of a slick patch and he slides, arms windmilling as he slips forward a few feet, teetering to try and save himself from faceplanting. you were saying, Stiles?]

[ingoodcompany]

[ Chainsaw? Would that even cut through the shells? Not that he's against finding out, and he's just about to ask when Ash slips.

They're close enough that Ash fighting for balance knocks Stiles ass over teakettle. Why that phrase was coined is beyond him, but it's an apt description; he manages to catch himself against a stray table but his legs give out like Bambi that time with the ice.

His clothes are covered in the goop, and also his hands. The edge of panic too familiar for him to tell if he's affected yet. ]

Time just got a lot shorter.