Well, since the economy has robbed me of a job, I've had way more time on my hands than usual, I've been turning to the Internet to entertain me. Since joined D-Toid and writing a few short stories, I feel confident enough that I can start contributing an unofficial weekly segment that brings you, a member of the D-Toid Army, an ego-boosting tale of majesty written by yours truly.
Although I don't have the mad drawing skills of Mikey and other prominent artists in our community, nor do I have the street cred to be on one of the community podcasts, I can weave words that will bang your eyes cross-eyed. Check out a few of my stories if you'd like a taste. Here's my idea.
Submit an idea for a story that includes yourself. You'll need to include a place, a problem and a character trait that you have.
I'll take any and all submissions into account, choosing the one idea that appeals most to me. Keep in mind that the crazier the scenario, the more likely I'll be to write about it.
I'm looking forward to any and all submissions.
Problem: As like any other night, I'm out to get laid. Only, tonight is also the first night of the zombie apocalypse. So, I'm essentially trying to pick up women who I have no idea are zombies.
Character trait: I'm drunk as hell.
And...go.
Fap.
Fap.
There, make me a story.
The problem: The sirens were sounded and I was nowhere near a bunker that I knew of, nor could I find a warden.
My trait: I twitch when I can't find a bunker or warden in war-torn London.
And...go.
As I'm screwing (literally) his collection of James Bond DVDs I break Octopussy in two. Suddenly, I hear a knock...
"HEY LOVERBEE! ITS YOUR ROOMY, OWEN! I FORGOT SOME SHIT SO IM BACK FOR THE NIGHT!"
OH yeah, my trait = shy and I have a sense of humor that is absolutely hilarious to me, but dreadfully boring/awkward to everyone else.