Four Words Beget A New World

Let’s take this game that Chris invited me to over a year ago, and Chris’ interest in Sci-Fi (since he’s the one who invited me to the game) and see what I can come up with. I’m not sure how the game was supposed to be played, but I wrote the first sentence that came to my mind to fit this theme with each word. Sorry it took me so long to know I was up. I hope the wait was at least somewhat worth it:

The passport made me nervous. Yeah, Eric had hacked into the Homeland Security database and associated my retinal scan with the ID I was carrying, but what if I froze and forgot the answer to a simple question? I know my first dog’s name, but I couldn’t give that answer when prompted by Customs. I just had to play it cool and let the information flow freely from my brain to my mouth. Sometimes I wish I had opted for the memory enhancement chip that Eric had offered me!

The auditorium was filled with human stench. Desperation was the main culprit, and everyone had a visible sheen of sweat. Guards armed with laser rifles and nausea flashlights lined the roped-off aisle, infrared goggles on their eyes to help see through projected illusions. Everyone in here must be glowing in their enhanced vision. Not only are well all nervous, but the sheer amount of bodies packed into one room has increased the temperature at least 10 degrees.

From up ahead, a familiar odor caught my attention and forcefully dragged it from my internal mantra, “George Peters. Thirty Five years old. Originally from Philly. My first pet was my cat Clarice.” What was Alyssa doing here, and why was she dressed like a congresswoman trying to make a good impression in her first session? Her clothes may be different, but her perfume was the same. It seemed I wasn’t the only one putting on a performance this day.

Putting on a show of enthusiasm, I walked up to Alyssa and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me. Hello. I’m not sure you remember me? George Peters? We met once in Philly, when you passed through a couple years ago.” It was imperative that I gave her my assumed name before she called out my given name. None of the skin-tight body armor that I wore under this baggy get-up would help at that point.

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4 Responses to Four Words Beget A New World

  1. Chris Hubbs says:

    Wow, this is an oldie. Glad you jumped on board!

  2. Scoob says:

    Hmmm, I don’t recognize this one. Sadly I’ve been out the game too long. 🙁

  3. Roger says:

    The first link explains that Chris tagged me to write the first thing I could think of about four words he chose. I opted to do it as a story.

  4. Scoob says:

    Ah, I see now. . . .FIRE BAD!!!!rrrgghh

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