[Guy1731]

Let's make a story on mobilism. Every user can become a co-writer; just reply with a sentence that will be added to the story. With more then 25.000 users we should be able to make a hell of a story. Let's make a mobilism ebook bestseller!
The story begins like this:


John didn't have a computer. He never had one - wouldn't know how to use it. His whole life he had been working with his hands repairing cars and replacing tyres, mostly for the computer-using employees of the company he worked for. Insurances. That was what his company sold. Now he was forty-five and the time had come for him to seek for new challenges. That day, when he arrived at his work place, he didn't change clothes but went straight to the elevator and up the 10th flour and at exactly 9 o'clock he knocked on the manager's door...



Please reply with a sentence you think should be added to make our story...






(\_/) Chapter 1: Where am I? / Chapter 2: Where am I not? / Chapter 3: I am at PPC warez... / Chapter 4: When John met his partner...
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GREAT IDEA!

Heres my proposition:


...but there was no reply. "Normal - nobody interested in hard working peolpe... Never mind, I had to work... Ech, live is hard, its true." He fought and go to hes working place. There was silence, and John cant see anybody.
"Nobody? Oh my God... Then mayby I'll have some extra money!" When he was looking at hes tools and wondering what to do first, he heard strange steps >one, two-three, one, two-three< "Like somebody have 3 legs"John fought "Lets wait whats happens next" ...


PS. I know I had make many mistakes, sorry for that. Good luck!

[Guy1731]

Hmm, somebody with 3 legs, KRDziadek? That sounds strange...

OK, here is the story so far: viewtopic.php?p=104516#104516

Who writes the next part of our story?
Remember; everyone who contributes to the story will be mentioned on the first page of the book...

[Guy1731]

In the doorway appeared one-leg Ian with his crutches. 'Oh, John, it's you', he stammered, 'what are you doing here?'. 'Well, I work here you know' John answered. Ian wanted to say something, but at that same moment the lights went out. John felt something hard hitting his head from behind and the next moment he lost conscience…

[Guy1731]

When he woke up, he found himself in a brightly illuminated room, with three walls so shiny they appeared to have been made of metal, and one wall which was completely made of glass. He was lying on the ground which also was hard and brilliant as metal, and when he put his hands on the ground to pull himself up, he felt the metal surface was cold and rumbling, like if there was a motor running in a room next door. John got up and stared trough the glass wall. On the other side he saw…

[lifehacker]

... an RIAA agent. John recognized the organization name immediatly because he hard of the RIAA on the 6 o'clock news. The fat agent on the other side of the glass glanced disapprovingly in John's direction and shook his head. "What the hell is going on?!" Asked John while rubbing his hurting head. His voice echoed off of the three walls of the room. The agent gave no notice of having heard John and instead opened his bag and took out a Big Mac. He then began violently munching it. Sunddenly, a hidden door opened on one side of the room in which John was located, revealing...

[Guy1731]

A dark corridor, and trough the door a well-dressed man came in and nodded at John to take a seat on a chair that suddenly had raised up from the floor. “My name is Bitsh Brainhole, son, but you can call me Mike. I'm here to help you. We discovered lately that you have been singing in your sleep. Nothing wrong with singing though, as long as you do it in your sleep, but what I am concerned about is the fact that you are violating intellectual property rights while you do this. Don't you know you don't own those songs? It is not because you listen to music that you can keep those songs in your mind, and bring them out whenever you think it could be your moment de gloire...

This time when John woke up, he ended up in a very different place where he never been before.....Syracuse, NY. He was not in the good part where you can watch the Orange Men play the football or basketball games, he was deep in the hood "ghetto" on the west-side. So all he can say to him self is "where the fu@# have I ended up now, this is the most drug effected place I ever been." You have all the drug dealers on one side and the crack heads and pimps on the other sides of the streets, trash and all type of drugs every where. Out of the blue some man, with long braids, a lot of gold dress in all white came over to him and introduced him self to him. "What's up kid, how you? Do you know who am I, if not they call me Wiz and you are on my block. You are either here working for someone else or you just don't know where the fu@# you are at. I own this block.." John interupted "But, but i was........

[Guy1731]

only passing by euh... Wiz, and don't really know how I got here. But for sure I know I want to get away from here as fast as I can". John took a run and a few minutes later he found himself a cab that drove him a few blocks further until he got out in a crowded street which made him feel much more at ease. But how the hell did he get here? John walked around for a while and realized he was hungry. He entered a sandwich bar and ordered him a Big Mac. (while he ordered that he got his first deja-vu feeling of the day) and while he was waiting he noticed a nice song was playing, and he realized he was really listening to the lyrics...

Johnny can't you see the birds are flying,
don't you want to hear that children are crying,
can't you feel the coldness in your hart,
don't you want to make a bright new start...

He realized too late that this song had something to do with him...

[unksr00t]

....after briefly closing his eyes it all became clear.. the song felt deep...he almost could connect with his dreams! .... in the meantime as he struggled to understand the real meaning of his subconcious dreams and the reason of his singing...an old-blind woman wearing dark sunglasses grabbed his hand and tried to pull him close to her face... John freaked out and screamed at the woman "What the hell do you want!!!?".... The old lady didnt reply....everyone in the shop turned around as John calmed down..... "I am so sorry" John said....."its been a strange day"...... the old woman timidly smiled while she softly extended her right arm searching for John's pocket ...John remained static....as she dropped a little peace of paper in his pocket......Suddenly the sandwidch lady called his number and John turned around to reach his Big Mack...

[Guy1731]

When he turned back the old woman was gone… John reached for his pocket and took out the little peace of paper the lady had dropped in secretly. There where only three words on the note: GET OUT FAST… John jumped of his chair, ran for the door, smashed it open and crossed the street risking his life avoiding cars and vans. He was nearly half way to the other side of the street when he heard an enormous BOOOM and in a flash he saw the sandwich bar exploding and he was blown to the ground…

[unksr00t]

you forgot the big mac landing on his head lol.....

[Guy1731]

you forgot the big mac landing on his head lol.....

OK, since you asked for it...

The strangest kind of debris where falling on the street around the place where John was lying. He felt something landing on top of his head... He reached for it and stared at the object he was holding in his hand; it was a peace of what was left from his Big Mac, and seriously burned. John threw the piece away, 'never eat burned food', he thought, 'you can get cancer from eating burned food!'. He stood up and began to walk away slowly. Suddenly a hand on his shoulder made him stop and there he stood, face to face with one-legged Ian with his crutches. Well, well,...

[Guy1731]

Good writing, guys! This ends Chapter one: Where am I... that can be read HERE

Now get ready for chapter two:

How are we going to name chapter two?

Suggestions please.

[sdawson]

Chapter two: Where I am not..