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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 22, 2015 14:10:53 GMT -8
LYNCHIAN HORROR WRITING WORKSHOP((∆§Indea§∆ DKender Sir Milo Quartermass Kristi is prescribed skeletons Dr. Jar Skullbooty Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse -
We wrote this a while ago in private, when feeling inspired by one of our faves. I present it now as a way to occupy your time if the forum action is slow. If you participate, do the assignments and put them in one post below. You can go back and edit said post as much as you like. For example, do assignment one, go back and edit the post to include assignment two, etc. Separate posts for each thing will get messy.
I know some of you probably don't feel the same way about DL as we do - lookin' at you, Borygmus - but keep it to yourself, if you don't mind. PROCEED! or don't))The Twin Peaks series and film, and the works of David Lynch more inclusively, have a lot of different elements to love. As a result, a lot of Lynch fans are fundamentally incompatible, will have different faves and anti-faves. One thing many haven't noticed is that beneath (or above?) the layers of surrealism and art, a number of his films could be definitively classified as being in the horror genre. In fact*, they are some of the best horror films of our time. As Horror Boys (and other types of creatures), we are obliged to strive for the horizons of horror. Is it all about pushing excess until we are sloshing around in a stew of heroin, mutilated sex parts, and chocolate syrup? Nay, that is for Tuesday. We can also do stuff like this: Find the emotional and horror core of Lynch's oeuvre and see if we can add worthy works to that rare milieu. We have tried to find the core of his scariest film and see what we can discover about it, and whether we can reach the same power he achieves in creating. Writing is a different art from film, with attendant restrictions that throw some of his tricks out the window. But that allows us to go beneath the trickery and get to the essence. Twin Peaks Fire Walk with Me - and to a lesser extent some of his other films - are based on the following elements: - A real human emotional experience, preferably a horrible one.
- A supernatural dimension that functions as a metaphor of the issue,
but also brings the classic horror of the unknown to the story.
- A mundane, familiar setting and characters to contrast with the horror elements
- A supernatural world, with its own rules and rituals that are
never fully explicated within the narrative, but are alluded to. - Anthro-centric horror, though there maybe monsters and demons,
they come in the form of human beings. (Or at least look like them.)
Those are the essential elements that give the work its power. Additional elements beloved by many Lynch fans include: - Quirky characters. In Twin Peaks, this may have been largely the work of his collaborator Mark Frost. In Lynch's other works, there is less of humor in the quirky B cast and more of the alien.
- Alienation. Humans that aren't part of the central cast exist to weird you out with their inscrutable problems and activities. Sometimes that's for horror, sometimes comedy, usually a little of both.
- Mirrors & twins. The two Mikes and two Bobs, doppelgangers, the white and black lodges, Maddie & Laura
- Investigation. Either by police or interested civilians, characters investigating a mystery.
- Overacting. People carrying an emotion or activity to extremes. This works best when contrasted with relative normalcy, perhaps adding to a normal person's Alienation or expressing the overacting character's quirkiness.
- Changing identity. This could be through possession or a character undergoing a transformation, mental or physical or both.
If this is a challenge to see how Lynchian you can get without directly aping him, there must be RESTRICTIONS. If you put any of the following homage elements into your work, we will kill you. - Pie or coffee. Obviously coffee is such a fixture of modern society you can include it, but we'll know if you're up to no good. Tread carefully. And forget pie.
- Zigzag floor, red curtains.
- Little people being surreal weirdos. I think a little person may thank you for that, espesh if you happen to include a non-surreal non-weirdo little person.
- Anything wrapped in plastic. Similar to the coffee note, beware of doggz.
- Lovable zany law enforcement officials. An unlovable eccentric investigator a la Sherlock Holmes may be acceptable, if annoying.
- 1950s nostalgia, blatant Americana.
- Stories set in Hollywood.
- Egregious lack of racial diversity, where one character in ten is non-white and lives up to cultural stereotypes while they're at it.
- References to other David Lynch films.
With these lists, we introduce THE LYNCHIAN HORROR WRITING WORKSHOP. Participate or perish. * Only a fact if you are a cool person. If you think it's an opinion, sorry about your lack of coolness bro.ASSIGNMENT #1: Difficulty - novice Write 10 tweet length (<140 char) Lynchian scene descriptions. EXAMPLE: - Tiled bathroom in shades of Robin's Egg-- Naked woman on toilet eats toast, laughs and laughs.
- Stairwell, dim, empty, vague voices off screen, wallpaper begins to curl and roll up.
- S&M club - receptionist reads newspaper, noisily folds paper to clients' annoyance.
ASSIGNMENT #2- Difficulty - Intermediate Write a 1,00o-1,500 word story, featuring an unnamed protagonist. (You can refer to them as WOMAN, MAN, TAXI DRIVER etc) Include the following: - Describe an environment with no people.
- Character enters.
- Character notices an otherwise unremarkable object, and takes it. (No significant objects like guns, wallets, money etc)
- Character leaves, and goes home.
- Character arrives home, someone they don't expect is there.
- The other person notices the object somehow.
- Someone dies.
- The end.
ASSIGNMENT #3- Difficulty - Advanced Write a 2,500-5,000 word story. Include the following: - Three characters, with no names. (See above)
- Two of the characters know each other, they do not know the third, but the third knows about them.
- Begin the story with the first two characters interacting in a public place.
- An unfamiliar animal enters the scene, and the characters react poorly and leave.
- The stranger approaches them, and introduces themselves.
- The stranger does something to confuse them. A riddle, a question, an accusation or just gives them a mysterious object.
- The first two react poorly again, and the stranger leaves, or they flee.
- In a safe place, one of the two asks the other about the stranger, and the confusing thing.
- The other one tells an obvious lie.
- The first one reacts poorly and leaves.
- Stay with the liar.
- The liar goes home, and finds something that echoes an earlier scene. The animal, the confusion, or the stranger.
- The liar goes out to have fun on their own, and finds a dead body.
- End however you like.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2015 14:26:54 GMT -8
Oooh! Sounds very fun. No pie? What about meat pie? ^Meat pie is coo, as long as it isn't "a (meat) pie that will kill ya." --GMAssignment 1- (( I don't know about 10 all at once but I'll edit them in as I go.)) 1. An old man sits on a park bench pulling an endless black thread from his ear. 2. On the side of a highway, a large black bird is desperately trying to open a ring box.
3. In a dusty book shop, a shiny new doll sits smiling out at the world.
4. A woman decorates a cake in painstaking detail before devouring it head first.
5. Cat watches as tap drips a staccato beat on a frozen fish who stares right back.
6. Figures creep across a blank TV screen, the floor beneath remains shadowless.
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Post by DKender on Apr 22, 2015 15:16:50 GMT -8
I'm jumping straight to intermediate. The beginner challenge is too difficult for me, and I'll be impressed if anyone can top bathroom toast.
^That was Kelly there, haha. Good times. But I'd love to see you give that one a try when you're up for it. --GM
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 22, 2015 15:19:54 GMT -8
Would it be okay if I followed a rule set without worrying about word count? That last one seems like the most fun, but there's nothing I dislike more than writing words specifically to raise a number. If I were to do that, it'd just be silly and have nothing to do with the rest of the story, like: ...Then suddenly radishes started growing out from the floor and spinning, spinning, spinning to disco hits from the early and late seventies. "Hot Stuff" blared from stereos unseen. The salesman started smashing the whirling root vegetables to pieces with the lamp from the table, but more kept growing. Those left unattended started to split apart, and shards of their flesh were flung about the room, embedding in the walls. After ducking down for safety for a few minutes, the salesman looked up briefly at the disfigured walls. Words were clearly being written out with the radish shards! Limburger! Lumberjack! Liverpool! Lifesaver! What did it all mean?^You can fuck up these assignments in any way you wish, if it helps you get it done. I'm cool with that. If you make a lovable eccentric investigator names Coop Daler, I will laugh derisively in your general direction though. --GMFantastic! I'll be editing this post with my assignment, then. Assignment three stuff: A young woman with mousy brown hair, windblown into her eyes, was waiting one early morning in the church courtyard. She and several other members of the congregation were planting a tree for Mrs. Erickson's late husband. Fumbling for a hair elastic in her jeans pocket, the young woman pulled the tickling wisps of hair from her face, and hastily tied a low ponytail as she went to greet her brother-in-law as he drove up. "Hey, how's it going?" he said while dislodging a shovel that was an inch too big for his car trunk. "Hi. Things are pretty good." "Everything been smooth sailing?" "Yeah, we're finally almost done unpacking. There's maybe five boxes left that still need unloading, but it's just junk we didn't know what to do with from the apartment." "Congrats." With shovels in hand, the pair went to join the others in the spot marked for digging. "The wind's pretty hectic today." "That's good for me. It's hotter than I thought it'd be, and I need a haircut." "Don't forget your sunscreen just because you have a little hair," Interjected Mrs. Wilson while wheeling by the cart with the tree. "You think I need it with this complexion?" Though nobody present knew much about landscaping, having so many volunteers working together made the digging process go by faster than anticipated. The brother-in-law, being a short and stocky man, was asked to help with lifting the young cottonwood from its pot and into its new home. As he did so, an enormous, remarkably plump caterpillar was jostled from a branch to the ground. "Whoa. What is that thing?" "It's only a caterpillar," said Mrs. Wilson, "Just put it on another tree somewhere." "I'll do it." said the young woman. She hesitated before picking it up, then tried scooting it into her hand. Being fatter than one of her fingers, the caterpillar was very slow about moving. Carrying the wiggling thing made her feel peculiarly anxious, though she hadn't prior been afraid of insects. ***NEW*** When that anxiety hadn't worn off by the time everyone was packing up she attributed her nerves to hunger and invited her brother-in-law to breakfast. "If we don't go now it'll be hard to get through once it gets busy." Today was the town's annual summer music festival. People would flock from around the area and hop from band to band, listening to what all the local favorites were playing this year. By the time noon hit, big band and jazz would blast every way you turned, and the streets congested with spectators. "Nobody's going to be playing for a little while. You have time for something to eat and the festivities before work." "I know that tone. Not going to see anyone play this year again, right? Wasn't this your day off?" "Yeah, but I have some stuff to take care of back at home." They decided to head over to the Rainy Day Cafe since it was one of their favorite haunts, and more importantly, in walking distance. On the way they passed musicians setting up, checking equipment, and occasionally tuning something stringed. "Did you hear that?" Asked the brother-in-law. He stopped to look back, but the young woman didn't slow. "I think somebody just called your name," he continued while quickening his pace until the two were once again in step. "You probably just heard a trumpet or something." ***NEW*** It was another day for the Rainy Day Cafe's label to be unfitting. Sunlight merrily glowed in the windows, sparkling on colorful flower vase centerpieces, and Stokes' aster growing in front was soaking up the rays. Together the pair ordered a cheerful serving of beignets and a good pot of coffee. As they were on their last bites the place had gotten busier than Fridays here usually were, and Fridays were usually busy. The bell hanging from the doorknob frequently alerted all to each arrival and departure. Assignment one stuff: 1.) {Spoiler'd for kitty lovers}A toddler runs with a bubble wand in his backyard with the babysitter, unaware of his parents taking their ailing cat to be euthanized. 2.) A clown out of costume and in full makeup orders coffee at a street stand after working an event on the pier. 3.) With heavy, mustard yellow drapes blocking all but a stipe of sunlight, the dusty azalea leaned to catch whatever meager rays it could. 4.) A car slowed for mourning doves that lazily picked at tree seeds scattered across the suburban street. 5.) Unwilling to attempt the smallest self-care, the widowed man spent his remaining days in bed with a family of fat mice that gorged themselves on food in his pantry, and nested in his overstuffed mattress. (That's all I've got at the moment for scene descriptions.) {Spoiler}Men, women and children All singing in tune A foggy bayou night half-lit by a waning moon That old boat came in to dock Had no rest for long Carried in by green waters Hailed by wafting song
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Apr 23, 2015 5:20:11 GMT -8
How stupid will mine come off if I have had minimal exposure to Lynch or just plain don't remember it because I suck? I think I can follow the guidelines, but they would serve as my only real reference points (and reading OPP).
^Having very little knowledge of Lynch is good because that makes your participation more experimental. You don't have a preconceived notion of what you're trying to achieve with it. Proceed at will. --GM
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 7, 2015 19:11:40 GMT -8
Kelly feedback thru the telephone game - When you aim for Lynch and miss, you can end up in the neighborhood of artists who were influential to him, or influenced by him, or influenced by the same people he was influenced by. Some of those might be close enough, some might be getting far afield. So, if your stuff ends up like John Waters, Neil Jordan, Kenneth Anger, or Stephen King, not too bad. If it ends up like Davids Fincher and Cronenberg, Svankmajer, Fellini, or Jeunet and Caro, you might be getting too far afield. ∆§Indea§∆ - huzzah! Good job. In the spirit of keeping this thread cleaned I answer your Qs/comments by modding your posts, and will delete this one when i'm sure it was read. A bit of advice on the Tweet length one: Some of you may feel like it's intimidating because you need it to be good. Don't be afraid to be bad, and just shit out four or five of them. You'll do better than you expect, I'm sure of it. {Last Round feedback} indea - It's tremendous. I'd love to see you go on a Brett-styled tear and do more, but just whatever you're comfortable with and available for at present.
brettshelton - You hit that Americana, but it's coo. Fun results. I'm glad you treated the tweet assignment with a light touch, that sort of art can be fun to roll with if one doesn't stress on word choice too hard. The bicycle on stage made me think of Fellini and I've never actually seen one of that guy's movies. Weird. Nice short way to include racial diversity. Was that changing identities I saw?
kristi - At a glance I assumed your story here was the entirety of your assignment 3 since you gave no indication of its end or to-be continuance, though I was confused how you could hope to meet the assignment's requirements in less than a fifth the minimum word count (feel free to ignore that information as u proceed, as u indicated u would). Anyhow, I now see that it is to-be-continued. Off to a churchyardly start. You made a scene with more than the three characters, which wasn't something we'd been imagining when the assignment was conceived. Lynch movies do have occasional crowd scenes, but are mostly lonely affairs. Sfine, don't edit it, just taking note of it. In other things, you named character three, and 1 & 2 at least know of her, even if they don't know her exactly. Unless she isn't even meant to be character 3. And did I sense some reluctance to have a character react poorly to any animal there? Again, proceed as you will. Just noting. Continupillar at thy leisure.
I see on the tweet-length scenes, you included some of the core elelments like Brett. Funny you and he both clowned. Do you recall which of you did a clown one first? The disadvantage of working with edits to a single post - loss of some chronology. Mustard yellow number 3 was a bold move - trying to get eerie without anything overtly eerie or any human or animal activity at all. The mourning doves are getting kinda Norman Rockwell for me. The mice are begging for cinematography by Darius Khondji. The poem could be a scene from Call of Cthulhu from the perspective of a less fearful narrator.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 7, 2015 19:15:49 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 7, 2015 19:38:01 GMT -8
@chris- I am most familiar with Lynch and only vaguely familiar with King. So if I do go into them other waters I won't know. King is pretty overrated, but does frequently hit a lot of notes on the list there. --C@kelly- Wow! That's a really cool real life Lynch tale, it'd make a great short story or comic. You should totally give it a go one day. Thanks for sharing it!!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 25, 2015 18:24:13 GMT -8
ASSIGNMENT #2-
The lavatory glowed in blue florescent light, put there in the hopes it would discourage those who would use the room for more than its intended purpose. To do your business and quietly leave. The tiled floor told a different story, footmarks muddied it's white and the bin was piled full with suspicious shapes and odours. The stalls stood empty, life stories and mistakes scrawled across their walls. Graffiti painted over and over again in an never-ending unspoken battle. Small A4 posters with helpful information on how to beat STIs or stop being blue. Urinals glistened along the other wall, a gaudy green in a half hearted attempt to add some colour to the room.
The man walked in with his sneakers, their laces hanging on to the ground behind him for dear life. His frayed suit trousers following behind. The florescent light hummed along with his slow shuffle towards the stalls. He sat down upon one of its thrones with his hands on his head. Staring down at the floor as if to study its very makeup. His eyes traced over the small scraps of paper and lose hair settling on a small cylinder object discarded on the floor. He leaned over feeling soft air on his back and picked it up. It glinted in the light. The man smiled to himself as he popped it open revealing the deep red underneath and leaving marks on his fingers. He looked to the walls of his confines as if to ask for evidence of it's existence. Finding no perpetrator, he sighed finished his business and absentmindedly pocketed the lipstick lest it confuse yet another poor soul.
The man soon forgot all about it, whistling along with the jingles on the way home as his environment went from city to suburbia. He pulled into his driveway tired and ready to slump in front of the tv with a cool drink. He'd deserved after all. He looked into the mirror at the tired lines, trying to make sense of his hair. He pulled a hand through the thin layer of grease and eased it all back into place. Wiped the crust from his lips and eyes. Wiped the crumbs from his trousers and giving himself one last look, lurched from the car with a small squeak as it locked behind him. He pushed himself inside to all those familiar smells but something wasn't quite right. An odd note lingered in the air. A light in the kitchen. The man dropped his suitcase clutching hard at his keys. He stalked in ready to point them at the guilty party like a gavel. They wilted in his hand at the sight before him.
“You weren't meant to be here until Tuesday. That was the agreement.”
“Well I thought it'd be better sooner rather than later. Like a bandaid.”
The woman looked balefully at him, her dark brown eyes murky. She scratched her nose and her gaze turned accusing. She wore a black suit dress, clean and pressed. Her dark curled hair tight against her head. Her face was clean of makeup and she wore sensible shoes.
“I... I had plans for tonight. For the next few days. I wasn't expecting you. I'm not ready to let go.”
“What about me? Do you think this is easy? It has to end eventually.”
“I know but why does it have to be now?”
“Why do you have any plans I don't know about? Hey!” The woman pointed to his pocket. “What's that?”
“Oh I just found it, it's nothing.” He shuffled around in his pocket and brought out the lipstick with a shrug. The woman's eyes narrowed and she smirked. Her eyes on the soft red smudges of his fingers.
“Oh? Where'd you find it?”
“Men's toilets of all places. It's really nothing.”
“Good, you had me worried you'd met someone. I just want a clean cut you know? No messes.”
The man turned and glanced at the happy couple smiling on his fridge door. A bright sun bleaching out the whites. Dust clinging to the plastic cover. Held in place by a orange shaped magnet.
“We had a good run but it's not my style. No one else would be interested in a loser like me”
“Well, we were interested. Real interested. Just sign above the dotted line. I'm gonna assume you've at least read the papers?”
The man sat down at the table and the woman slid the papers over, pen included. He picked it up, distracted for a moment by a dark heart shaped stain in the corner. It contrasted with the hard whiteness of the paper. He signed with a flourish, giving time for the curls and flow of the ink against the smooth grain. He looked up expectantly at the woman who pointed a heavy black gun at his face. Her eyes glistened softly in the yellow light. Her red lips were pursed.
BANG.
The kitchen light cast a warm glow across the room. Dark red fluid dripped down one beige wall and the man was still. The woman had left moments before talking on her phone and now the only life in the room were the small ants crowding the sugar and a spider waiting in its web for an unsuspecting fly in the top corner. The fridge hummed softly in the background. Yellow plastic plates stood dry on the rack beside the sink. The body leant back in the chair, head flopping back no longer straight with the weight of living. A pool of blood grew underneath next to a tube of red lipstick.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 26, 2015 23:01:08 GMT -8
∆§Indea§∆ Didn't quite make it to 1k? 90% is nothing to sneeze at. Looks like Mr. Greezy was right that he is a loser. Ice cold! Good work.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 27, 2015 0:46:39 GMT -8
CHRISTOPHER'S ATTEMPTS AT LYNCHITUDEI am going to think of one specific setting and themes that all of the following exercises can belong to, for my own ease. Think of these as elements of one story that will likely never be written. Also, I'm going to post this as a set-up full of blank spaces, you can copy my format if you like. Not sure how long I'll take to finish these, might be another several months or never, or might be very soon. My "Elements" lists, {spoilered to keep my story mysterious, read afterward if so inclined.} My Core List
- human emotional experience: inescapable poverty
- supernatural element as metaphor: wall of mystery between classes / secret society excludes people & treats them poorly - are weird inhumans
- mundane setting: poor suburbs
- supernatural world: i'll avoid the actual alternate universe / spirit world angle and go for the behind-closed-doors of the secret society types. y'know this seems like the plot of They Live so far, but fudge it.
- monsters: secret society people. they have different ways of doing basic life stuff to separate themselves from humans, like alternate rules for courtship going dooky and such, in addition to whatever their communion/b-c-d stuff is. When poors start getting enough money there's a risk of penetrating their world, they are driven crazy & isolated.
Additional Elements
- Quirky characters? Human characters will be ships in the night - seem normal but never hear each other as if deaf. Conspiracy guyz will seem alienating.
- Alienation. Will be the main character's friction with the secret world as they gain money.
- Good thing/bad thing. Referred to specifically by characters (that's the good Denny's / don't go to the other one) or implied by description.
- Acting out / blowback. Humans flip out when hemmed in by conspiracy types tho sometimes don't know why.
- Overacting. With humans it will be about relatable stuff, conspirators will be aliening it up. Some idea that their only joy is enforced / acted.
- No safety for humans. Life can be ruined at any moment, contrasted with conspirators breezing past similar experiences.
Reminders to Myself for Avoiding Badness:
- No pie, coffee fetish, cremated bacon, zigzag, surreal little peeps, plastic wrap, lovable investigators, 50s Americana, Hollywood, overwhitened cast, specific Lynch refs.
- No smack talk here but don't wanna be the third person to use a clown.
ASSIGNMENT #1:10 tweet length (<140 char) Lynchian scene descriptions. - A small city in a valley, the whole visible on a bright day from the higher end. It's centered on a highway, golf courses use 1/6 the land.
- A golf course in bright sun, highway noise nearby. Two old men spit into their hands repeatedly until they are full, then shake vigorously.
- An old man is looking for an opening to Jwalk a highway, but cars are so aggressively fast they almost hit him several times. He won't quit.
- Taco place, light from outside makes people within squint. An old man carefully opens packets of mild sauce & squeezes them into his mouth.
- Two young women are in a big conversation. One woman is talking about her cousin's baby, the other about her time in jail. Neither hears.
- A tinted-window black SUV in a small potholed parking lot. One of the people having argument within bumps the rear view mirror cowboy boots.
- Valley city at night, a river of yellow lights like dying fireflies, black holes where golf courses wait for day. The night is wet & windy.
- A taco place near rare use train rails built into the street to keep from slowing down traffic, a purple band of light around the roof.
- A tiny office in a walk-in closet, walls and papers yellowed from a nearby greasy kitchen. The fax prints a dog & its name: "PETEY PETE."
- In a tiny office a middle-aged fast food manager with teddy bear looks cradles a much younger pinup-lookin' employee in his lap, wind howls.
ASSIGNMENT #2-1,00o-1,500 word story featuring an unnamed protagonist. Include the following: - Environment with no people.
- Character enters.
- Character notices unremarkable object, takes it.
- Character leaves, goes home.
- Character arrives home, someone they don't expect is there.
- The other person notices the object somehow.
- Someone dies.
- End of choice.
ASSIGNMENT #3-2,500-5,000 word story. Includes the following: - Three characters, no names.
- Two of them know each other, do not know the third, but the third knows about them.
- Begins with the first two interacting in public place.
- Unfamiliar animal enters, characters react poorly and leave.
- Stranger/Third approaches them, introduces self.
- Stranger does something to confuse them. (riddle / question / accusation / gives mysterious object / etc.)
- First two react poorly again, stranger leaves, or they flee.
- In safe place, one of the two asks the other about stranger and confusing thing.
- Other tells obvious lie.
- First reacts poorly and leaves.
- Stay with liar.
- Liar goes home, finds something that echoes earlier scene (animal / confusion / stranger)
- Liar goes out to have fun on own, and finds a dead body.
- End however I like.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 11, 2016 19:55:32 GMT -8
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