Let's go on an adventure

To put this first statement as simply as possible, I don't necessarily expect people to help this along. My expectations don't normally get much farther than what I remember was in the cupboard. But it'd be nice. Especially since I don't want the hero(ine) of this story to die. Because that is what this is. This is a story, but it's based on all of you would do in a similar situation. So here's the rules:

1. You can't use anything that isn't either directly or indirectly stated in the narrative.
2. I won't bend the story a certain way just because of general opinion. If you want it to go somewhere, take it there.
3. No matter how good a second idea is, I will only ever take the first path shown.
4. Obviously pointlessly suicidal actions will be disregarded.
5. After one week of inaction, it will be assumed that the hero(ine) has frozen up, and will then either be killed or captured, depending on my mood that day.
6. The hero(ine) is an average person, so attempts at feats of either physical or spiritual strength will be disregarded.
7. I am not allowed to make contributions to the actions of the hero(ine) outside basic reflexes. Everything else is to be an attempt to follow the instructions given as closely as possible.
8. I am free to make new rules as long as they do not directly interfere with the rules already written. Anyone that is unhappy with any of the rules is free to simply not contribute.

Before I write the intro to the story, I'd like to hear a few opinions on this. Partly because I really do want to hear opinions, but mostly because I'm lazy and don't want to write too much more tonight <!-- s --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/icon_e_smile.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" /><!-- s -->

sounds like fun, but i'm a little confused as to what your doing. are you writing a story or invite the community to write one with you?

Kinda both. Like those books where you read for a bit and then you have to make a decision and turn to a certain numbered entry in the book according to the decision you make? This is kind of like that, except, other than the exceptions I pointed out, you can do just about anything. I've had the idea in my head for about a week, so it's no wonder I forgot to put it in the first post.

Sounds like fun. Maybe if it's successful we can have various ppl start stories like this. <!-- s --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/icon_e_smile.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" /><!-- s -->

Sounds interesting <!-- s --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" title="Razz" /><!-- s -->

I'm interested... curious...
it's clever..

(Finally ready to go. Sorry about the delay, but I tend to either over or underdo most things I do. I figured I should go with the prior on this, since having the setting is so important. Also, if I messed up spelling, please mention it. I was staring at a notebook while writing this, so I couldn't do it myself.)

It was, as can be expected, a normal day. You had run out of milk, a quite normal event, and had walked to the gas station that you always went to. You have the milk now, and are taking the shortcut back home through the woods. It wasn't the safest route, by most people's standards, but since the area was bounded by city on every side, any animals still in the woods had to keep quiet to survive.

It wasn't even, to tell the truth, a real shortcut. The path by street was just over two blocks. Going through the woods was about a mile. But you had preferred the woody route ever since you had first found out about it. There was something calming about being in a place, all alone, where the sounds of traffic faded into occassional birdsong and the taint of gasoline was no more than what the breeze could carry. It was the scenic route, if anything. Besides, a little exercise couldn't hurt.

However, nearing the end of your journey, you hear a crash that rushes you forward to see the cause. And the world suddenly changed. The sight before you was so utterly unbelievable that you almost didn't. What could only be called an alien was in front of you, one massie metallic leg piercing the hood of some unfortunate's car.

Perhaps a more thorough description is in order. The alien stood on four scythe-like legs. These legs were attached to what would appear to be a spine, complete with vertebrae. Also attached to the spine were four "spare" legs, folded up in a way to suggest that they were pair of division-less ribs. The head was a feature-less, bulbous triangle. At the other end, there was an identical triangle. Basically, looked from above, the alien would have near-perfect symmetry whether you sliced it vertically or horizontally. At the head, it was about seven feet tall. At the tail, it was six. From end-to-end, the thing was about fifteen feet long. And it appeared to be entirely metallic.

As you watched, the alien extended the pair of legs next-closest to the bottom, freeing the "arms" to penetrate the windshield and gather up the screaming occupant, pinning him to its body. Once the man was safely captive, the alien adjusted its legs somewhat so that it was in its original arrangement. Once comfortable, the alien begins to leave the area.

What do you do?

Hide in the wood, drink some milk and contemplate a good way to not end up like the poor SOB in the car. Is there a military base nearby?

No military base. At least, not as far as the character is aware.

Deros Wrote:...not as far as the character is aware.

in b4 Area 51!