Topic awaiting preservation: Lock Tester III for those of you who have been around long enough to know what I mean (Page 1 of 1)

Remember a while ago, we did one of these, and it went on for ages? Well, we did, and I thought it might be nice to do another. So, get those creative juices flowing, and here we go...

*It was a quiet night in the asylum. Almost too quiet. A lone inmate walked down the hall, accompanied only by his black pills and his hallucinations. A door swung open in front of him...

...he stepped through, and was instantly sent to the ground in spasms by Shoe Ho's prototype thundergun. "Bwa ha haaaah!" he exclaimed. "Distance therapy! Soon, I will cure the world of their delusions! Or... no, definitely cure!"

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"Alas, the Master had miscalculated the amount of isulation on his handle (easy for an insane Enlish major to do) and after uttering a terrifying 'oops', he too went down in spasms..."

Spasms so strong inmates at the far end of the hall...

... ducked under their beds, believing that an earthquake had hit the asylum.

The walls and floors shook in sympathy with the tremendous force of the Master's spasmodic tremblings, as just as everyone believed the entire building was about to collapse, the most spine-tingling wail issued forth from the mouth of Shue Ho, and as the wail rose, highe and higer in pitch until the very glass of the windows began to show signs of stress, words formed in the desperate cacophany, and shoe Ho, teeth grinding, eyes bulging, muscles still twitching and shuddering superhumanly, began to speak ...

" ...

"Damn, who vetoed that high-performance fuse for the main power line?!"

to which a passing Inmate, who usually lived very in head at times, thought:
"Not again" whilst speaking "you, old fool".
It is said we'd know a lot more about the nature of the asylum, if we only knew why the passing Inmate had thought this.

In came a nurse, *the nurse*, actually, with a band aid the size of...

...axle's Prince Albert. But before she could apply the bandage, Suho (ahem) leaped up, lightning flashing in his eyes and electricity leaping from his fingertips.

"It has finally happened!" he exclaimed. "I am at one with nature!"

And with that he ran screaming down the hall, administering impromptu therapy to hapless inmates unfortunate enough to get in his way. A deep and uncomfortable silence settled over the hallway, until it was finally broken by...

[Note to PT: You have mocked me the last time, friend. You and me, the playground, after school...]

... the deep rumble of the main gates, drawing apart to let in a black coach, drawn by 6 horses, the colour of terror itself. Eyes bloodshot, nostrils flared, panting vast clouds of steam from the exertion of their wild ride through the night, they clattered to a halt in the courtyard.

After a long moment of silence, punctuated only by the deep, rhythmic breathing of the exhausted horses, the coach door opened, two brightly malevolant eyes pierced the air, searching the grounds, and slowly, unfolding the journey's discomfort from his aching bones, down from the hidden interior stepped ...

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Doc Ozone. Hair disheaveled and eyes sunken. His gaunt skin showing the tendons beneath. Apparently the honeymoon was over. He looked around, slightly confused. Why did I come back? he asked himself. Lifting a shaky hand, he covered his eyes and shook his head.

Then, more footsteps from behind him. He momentarily lifted his hand from his disbelieving eyes, turned, and saw...



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himself, thirty seconds ago, sheilding his eyes... something strange* must be going on here, he realized.

Footnote:
* stranger than usual, anyway...

that this thread was best put in the P&S forum and moved it there......