Snypiuer

O.K., I see this as a Rapture type event, those "trapped" are actually living in peace and prosperity and see those outside as frozen, to remind THEM of what happened.

It gives me the feeling of someone who ran away, fled even, from some situation or unwanted existence and is searching for some sort of safety or stability or imagined fantasy life or maybe an addict or mentally ill person.

Can't wait!

Now that you mention it, it does remind me of the Tim Allen movies, just sinister rather than heartwarming.

Premise:

Being Santa is a curse. Every year, on December 24, a new person awakes, as Santa at the North Pole. Carolers are creepy, evil, automaton-like creatures that follow and watch Santa, non-stop, 24-hours a day. Elves are jailers/torturers keeping Santa captive and working. Santa is forced to read and reread a list of every child on Earth that enumerates every single good and/or misdeed each, individual, child has committed in the year. Santa then has to decide, based on a child's good and/or misdeeds, whether the child should be labeled as naughty or nice. Santa is also forced to read every letter to Santa for that year and fill out every present's gift tag accordingly. Santa is forced to deliver all the presents while being exposed to every possible weather condition. Not to mention every other big or little "Christmas Duty" expected of Santa.

It is only one day and night, 24 hours, that a victim is forced to be Santa but, while at the North Pole and while delivering presents, time in the outside world virtually stands still - Depending on the Santa, it could take decades, even centuries, to complete everything. Also, since time only VIRTUALLY stands still, the elves are task masters, relentlessly driving the Santa, in order to ensure each and every task is fulfilled. Santa isn't allowed ANY rest and the only food and drink there is, is milk, cookies and candy canes.

Woe to anyone unable to complete Santa's duties, even more so for any Santa attempting to escape said duties. 

Finally, this year, December 24, you awake, as Santa at the North Pole . . . carolers stand outside your window, singing . . . watching.

Snypiuer has a new niece, well, she's 5 and she's Snypiuer's nieces' daughter and he's only seen her a few times, but he's already her favorite!

She's a tiny, squeaky little thing. When Snypiuer picks her up, his thumbs and fingers touch. She loves to lift his beard and hide under it, she screams, "THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING!" and Snypiuer screams back, "THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING!" - Snypiuer is of the firm belief that ALL children should be raised believing that EVERY conversation should be as loud as possible!

O.K., so yesterday, far too many relatives were visiting and Snypiuer sees his new niece and she runs over to him:

Snypiuer: "WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY TELL ME YOU WERE HERE!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!" (by the way, the ENTIRE conversation, she's giggling and has her hands clenched in front of her chest and randomly bending and twisting about.)

Snypiuer: "WHERE HAVE YOU'VE BEEN!?"

Niece: "AT HOME!"

Snypiuer: "WHY DON'T YOU COME TO SEE ME MORE!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!"

Snypiuer: "IT'S BEEN LIKE THIRTY YEARS SINCE YOU WERE HERE!"

Niece: "NAH-AH!"

Snypiuer: "YEAH-HAH! HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU HAVE NOW!?"

Niece: "I DON'T HAVE KIDS! I'M A LITTLE GIRL!"

Snypiuer: "HOW!? YOU'RE, LIKE, FIFTY YEARS OLD NOW!"

Niece: "I'M FIVE!"

Snypiuer: "HOW ARE YOU JUST FIVE!? IT'S BEEN, LIKE, 90 YEARS SINCE YOU WERE HERE! WHERE DO YOU WORK!?"

Niece: "I DON'T WORK! I'M A LITTLE GIRL!"

Snypiuer: "HOW DO YOU PAY YOUR BILLS!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!"

Snypiuer: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? YOU'RE, LIKE, 250 YEARS OLD! YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW!"

Niece: "I'M FIVE!"

Snypiuer: "WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO VISIT ME AGAIN!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!"

Snypiuer: "WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!"

Snypiuer: "LAST TIME YOU WERE HERE, YOU WERE THIS TALL!" (places his hand around her knee level.)

Niece: "NO!"

Snypiuer: "YES! NOW YOU'RE THIS TALL!" (places hand on her head and smushes her down a bit.)

Niece: "AHHH!!!"

Snypiuer: "NEXT TIME YOU VISIT, YOU'LL BE THIS TALL!" (picks her up over his head, close to the ceiling.)

Niece: "AHHH!!!"

Snypiuer: (gives her as tight a hug as he can without hurting her and she immediately lifts his beard and puts it over her head.) "WHY ARE YOU SO HUGGABLE!?"

Niece: "I DON'T KNOW!" (from beneath his beard.)

Snypiuer: "WANT TO GO PLAY WITH THE OTHER KIDS NOW!?"

Niece: "YES!"

Snypiuer: "O.K. THEN, YOU COME TELL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, O.K.!?"

Niece: "O.K.!"

She gave Snypiuer a hug and took off to play. That was just the first conversation, the others went, pretty much, the same, with a lot of giggles, absurd questions/statements and more "I DON'T KNOW!'s" then I can count.

I have three titles that I keep thinking about, a trilogy that might be the start of a series or three related poems, I don't know. They are:

No Running in the Halls of Reality

No Horsing Around in the Halls of Reality

Only Designated Personnel Allowed in the Corridors of Reality

 

I keep thinking about them in that order; for some reason it feels like it HAS to be in THAT order. I also don't know if it's about technology, magic, psychological, a combination of them . . . no idea.

Anyone can leave an idea here for others to take and make their own.

An idea can be something as simple as a title or description, fragments of a work, a brief outline or a synopsis - anything that can be used as a basis for inspiration.

An idea can be used by as many people as are inspired by it; in any way they are inspired.

When inspired by an idea, post your work in the proper forum with a brief acknowledgement as to the source of the inspiration.

Most of all, HAVE FUN!!!

Hmmm . . . looks like I need to start that Nursery.

Something, either, about fairies being FAR bigger than one would think or that elephants are MUCH smaller?

Or;

Somewhere things are just . . . better.

WOW!!! I've been reading this for 10 years, I didn't even realize it's been this long!

WAIT . . . Harmony has a kid EVERY OTHER YEAR!

Quick, when was the last one!?

Oh yeah, DEFINITELY do more with this, perhaps a novella or short story for an anthology if not a full-blown book. We're ALWAYS here to be a sounding board for you or anyone else who needs us.

Snypiuer wonders why he's suddenly sitting in front of a giant toad and only wearing an EXTREMELY skimpy golden bikini!?

O.K., I believe you want (let me know if I'm wrong or in the ballpark at least!) a cooperative storyline (NIMBALL(tm), Death of the Mighty Pen, etc.) with random generation for certain actions. I know there are 1 player RPG's, unsure if those rules might work (haven't actually looked at one but I believe DriveThruRPG has some that can be downloaded for free). I do think I know where I can get a generic random generator. Not sure if I can attach it in a way that it comes up whenever anyone posts in that specific thread or if I'd have to set it up like the Literature Clock. Also don't know if it will save the results to keep everyone honest! A basic 1-5 level of severity might be enough or a 1-10 level of good to bad outcome? There are also online tabletop rpg systems (D&D has one) that allow for players to play online like they were in-person gaming, not sure if any are free or if that would even work for this. Just throwing out ideas!

Imma go yell at my car now, it knows why!

The missionary who no longer believes,

What will he become?

What will he do?

Does he seek to experience other . . .

Positions?

Does he take his time,

Slowly,

And thoroughly,

Examining all his options.

Does he then choose . . .

Just one,

To master?

Through endless repetition.

Constant.

Methodical.

Over and over,

Until he can perform his duties flawlessly?

Or does he attempt everything he finds before him?

Frantically,

And enthusiastically,

Moving from one to another,

Until,

Exhausted,

Yet fulfilled,

He retires,

Knowing he has lived.

He has done everything he had ever dreamed of.

Or, 

Will he hesitate?

Out of fear,

Of failure,

Of that which he had never known.

Will he be unmoving?

Frozen from simple indecision.

Befuddled by all the possibilities,

Will he go limp,

Fall to his knees,

Overcome with the task before him.

Stunned by the realization that he was now free.

Free to do as he wished.

Free to do whatever he desired.

All with no repercussions.

Will he be overwhelmed,

Impotent.

Unable to revel in his freedom?

Will he remain as he is,

Though he no longer believes?

Performing as he always has,

Going through the same old motions,

Doing only that which he has always done,

That which he is comfortable with,

Out of habit.

Out of dread that he,

Might not,

Really,

Be free.

That his loss of Faith,

Is a test.

A trap.

Will this paralyze him?

Constrained by the knowledge that,

If he never,

Actually,

Indulges in his freedom,

Satiates his desires,

Or experiences any other position in life,

He will never know if he is,

Truly free,

Or what could be.

This is the Missionary's Position.

 

NEXT LINE:

Wait . . . was that an arrow!?

 

Umm, yes. It's PERFECT for the Conservatory! I know you've seen it, but check out The Labyrinth again, that might give you some ideas on how you can set it up. There are other RP's in there that you can also get ideas from.

Hey there little froggy

What'chya doing there?

Wait a minute . . .

Who stapled wings to your back?

Who superglued that clump of hair?

You know you kind'a look like Elvis

If he were a Fairy Frog.

Gotta say

You sure don't look like any toad

I've seen singing on a log.

I wonder if those wings

Can really make you fly

Or, at least, glide

A bit

If you jump

Really, really high

Hmmm

Something is amiss

I'm beginning to think

You sit there

Unmoving

You stare without one blink

Let's see what happens

If I try to move you from there

There's got to be a stick I can poke you with

Lying around here

Somewhere

Here's one

Time to find out if it's what I fear

Yep

You fell right over

Face first

And now I'm looking at your rear

O.K. we'll just put you back

Pretty much, the way you were found

And I'll skedaddle

In case your creator is around

Wouldn't want my own wings

Or a pompadour head of hair

So, I'll be on my way

Leaving you right there

Have a good day and sorry for the poke

I hope you didn't mind

I will admit this

You were a wonderfully

Curious find.

Vibs is getting REALLY nervous.

First auto shop, "Major problem, fix costs more than car is worth. That'll be a gross amount of money just for the bad news."

Specialist shop (after a couple of weeks waiting for an appointment opening), "No, probably not, couple of moderately priced problems that can make it APPEAR to have a major problem. We don't fix them here. Get them done and we'll take another look for you."

Snypiuer, "How much do I owe you?" 

Specialist shop, "Nothing, we just checked it."

Snypiuer calls first shop, "Took car to specialist, said you miss diagnosed problem and they didn't even charge me to check, can I get a refund of the gross amount of money I paid you?"

First shop, "No."

Snypiuer: Waiting for opening at DIFFERENT shop to get smaller problems looked into.

Vibs, filled with anxiety, stares at Snypiuer.

Snypiuer, "Don't worry Vibs, by the time I get everything fixed, we'll be well into World War III and have a whole different set of problems to deal with."

Vibs sheds a single tear and trembles.

Comforting hugs all around!

The story's great so far, can't wait! Don't worry about self-imposed deadlines or goals, the fact that you're jumping back in is good enough. And, once you shake off the cobwebs and grease the wheels, deadlines and goals will just slow you down!

On a recent trip to Wally World, Snypiuer was bebopping along, minding his own and perusing the what-nots, when he heard a gentleman, not yelling but "forcefully" and, just on the verge of, frantically calling a boy's name as he searched for said child. As Snypiuer approached the area from which the calling emanated, he noticed a couple things. First, the gentleman was, perhaps, mid-twenties, but had slumped shoulders and a haggard appearance, as if all hope and will to live hadn't been drained from him, but ripped, violently, decisively and utterly, with no regard what-so-ever for even the smallest of his wants nor desires. Second, he was, not only, searching the aisles, he was searching the shelves. He was searching them like the child he was calling for was originally discovered living amongst the shelving of Wally World, captured and domesticated and, whenever he had the chance, would attempt to escape and return to his natural habitat. Being a helpful chap, Snypiuer said, "He's got to be around here somewhere, what's he looks like?" Without stopping his search or looking at Snypiuer, the gentleman holds his hand out about yay high and says, "About that tall, black hair, red shirt, blue jeans." Snypiuer is about to head over an aisle and search when a female voice from several aisles away calls out, "He's over here!" The gentleman looks at Snypiuer with hollow, empty, lifeless eyes and says in a quiet, weary, defeated, almost pleading voice, "everyday. every. single. day."

Snypiuer watched as he slowly, dejectedly made his way to collect the child. Snypiuer couldn't help but think he looked like a man, knowingly headed to his own end - not like a hero or martyr sacrificing himself for a greater good, but as a man who is fully and completely aware of, precisely, the futility and inconsequentiality of his demise.

Somewhere in the Keep of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword the lifeless, naked (some would say bloated) "corpse"? of Snypiuer releases a copious amount of gas, sending dust bunnies fleeing in all directions. If one were to look very, very closely, they might, just might see the faintest of smiles and, perhaps, a finger twitch.

WELCOME HOME!!!

JAMES!!! GREAT TO SEE YOU!!!

Well, some people live paycheck to paycheck, Snypiuer seems to live crisis to crisis and DREAMS of living paycheck to paycheck.

LUCKILY, Snypiuer is far too accustomed to his plight to worry and laughs, LAUGHS I SAY!!!, in the face of his adversities.

Meanwhile Vibble "Vibs", the frog that lives in Snypiuers' pocket, is terrifed of the laughter stopping.

Snypiuer commiserates with Vibs.

I actually have some things I want to write but have been dealing with car problems for last week, or so. As soon as I get my ___ together, I'll get to it! Hopefully soon.

To whom it may concern,

Dust bunnies are mean, and I have NO idea why they pick on me.

Yours Truly,

Snypiuer

P.S. It's not my fault I love Mexican food and it makes me gassy!

To whom it may concern,

We know not why, the reason long since lost to Antiquity, we know only that he is our mortal enemy. A demon that has cursed our kind for so long, each and every one of us is born with full and complete hatred . . . and fear, of him. We can feel his presence, no matter the distance. It burns us. It freezes our soul. His nearness will cause the smallest and gentlest of us to attack with berserk fury. Blindly going to our deaths as we lash out against him with all the loathing woven into each and every fiber of our being. It is our Elders, the oldest and wisest of our kind, that have learned to plan, coordinate and ambush. This is when we have our victories, no matter how short lived. For how can mere dust bunnies kill an immortal demon? No, we have come to accept our eternal battle and have learned to use our few victories to our benefit. We have learned to drain his power, to feed off his essence and while, to him, it is an unadulterated pittance he will never even know is gone, and immediately replenished, to us it is a feast beyond any you can imagine - Our just reward for the suffering of our kind at his evil hand.

So, pity us not and if you come upon his lifeless, naked body, allow us our rightful bounty . . . and poke him naught, for it is the poking which releases the poison which is our bane.

Sincerely,

Dusty

YES. This is exactly what I hoped for. You and Harmony have GREAT ideas on what these "seeds" can become! I'm thinking of making a new section, like the Literature Clock, maybe call it the Nursery, where anyone can post a "seed" and then others can post their vision of it in the Assembly Room, Banquet Room, etc.

Maybe, just MAYBE, it will get some more activity going.

One can only hope!

WONDERFUL!!! I believe most people would go with finding something in the box, but it being empty is brilliant because, of course, an empty box is meant to have something PUT in it.