And the story continues...
Follow the collaborative tales of Dr. Jerry Waldman and Sgt. Derrick Thomas
An interactive tale by: J. Naomi Ay (The Two Moons of Rehnor) & Ahmad Taylor (Dark Side of the Moon)
Read Chapter 3 by J. Naomi Ay here: Chapter 3 (Jerry)
Chapter 4 (Derrick):
You have got to be kidding me. What the hell is
going on this freakin’ planet? I can’t catch a break at all today.
I’m sleep deprived and hung over, and besides being
stuck here in this hell-hole for an extra few hours, now I’ve been soaked in
this nasty blue liquid and slammed in the crotch by some crazy blue lady. Accident she claims. Ha! It’s like when
she started to slip she made a bee line right for my crotch and tackled me
right out of the lift. I’ve been through some pretty gnarly fights in my time,
but the last person I thought would be able to take me down was some overage Martian
grandmother.
Man, I’m losing it. I gotta’ get the hell off
this planet.
“Hey, what the hell man? What’d you push all
the buttons for? It’s gonna’ take an hour to get to my terminal now!” I
screamed at the annoying guy who spilled his blue goo all over everyone and
everything.
“Probably a bit longer than that” the geek
responded, gesturing with his misshapen head over to the creature in the corner
with the even stranger looking head.
“Oh, what the hell man! I hate this freakin’
planet!”
I took a couple deep breathes and tried to calm
down but my head was pounding and this stupid thing was staring at me with its three enormous eyes. “What the
heck do they call these things?” I questioned the geek.
“Buttons are fun. Look, doors open, doors
close. Fun” the creature said, attempting to engage me in a meaningless
conversation.
“We don’t have a word for word translation of
their language, and there are at least thirty eight known dialects, so we don’t
knew exactly what they call themselves, but we just call them big heads.”
Ugh, I was already regretting asking this guy
anything. “Sheesh, do all you nerds speak in long, drawn out sentences? It’s
like talking to my dad or my sister Jeanie.”
I could see it in his eyes, the words were
bubbling up again. I tried a preemptive strike by telling him to shut the hell up, but I was cut off by the
lift coming to a sudden halt and slamming me into the wall in the process.
“Now
what” I exclaimed, rubbing the side of my head and checking for any cuts or
blood.
As the lights began to flicker and the air
conditioning began to sputter on and off I knew this day was only going to get
worse...
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