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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on May 4, 2016 21:47:35 GMT
Episode Title: "The Feud"
Plot: The cast has been invited to play on The Universe's Favorite GameshowTM, The Feud! They'll be playing against rival families for the grand prize! But a sinister fate awaits those who lose! Fun for the whole family!
Starting Location: Backstage at the studios for The Feud.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on May 7, 2016 5:37:35 GMT
"It's time for The Universe's Favorite Game ShowTM: The Feud! Here's your host, Gene Ericman!" a phantom voice projected from the ceiling exclaimed. The audience applauded furiously, as the aforementioned Gene Ericman came out onto the stage. Through some trick of the dimensions, the man resembled every game show host simultaneously. "Hello, and welcome to The Feud! You all know how this works! Top whatever answers on the board! First to buzz in guesses! If they're right, their side gets to keep playing! You gotta guess which answers are up there on that board! Whichever side gets enough points moves on to the next round! The other side meets a fate most dreadly! Now then, let me fetch our first family here, the Doggenmeyers! See what I did there? Fetch? Doggenmeyer? They don't pay me enough for this shit..." the host dematerialized, heading backstage to the lounge.
"Okay, I'm gonna cut the crap since we're not on camera anymore. You heard all that shit. You lose, it's not gonna be good. Ya can't get all of them right, of course, but don't lose either! Now get your asses out there and entertain these people!" the man's voice was completely nondescript. He dematerialized once more, heading back to the main stage. The door to their podiums awaited...
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jun 8, 2016 3:12:53 GMT
"AAAAAAAND IT'S FINALLY TIME TO BEGIN!" the phantom voice shouted, transporting them to their podiums on the stages. "Here we have our first family, the Doggenmeyers!" the host announced. "I... uh... I'm out of puns for these guys." he said, presumably frowning. "Throw me a bone here or something." he pointed at the audience, once more apparently smiling, canned laughter replying to his joke. "And on the other side we have our second family, the..." Ericman stared off at a distant teleprompter, far above the heads of the audience, "what the fuck does that say? R... S... I can't read it. Well, whoever the hell they are, they're here!" he snapped his fingers, teleporting the other family to the opposite podiums.
The other family was composed of several eldritch abominations the likes of which no human eyes should ever lay eyes upon, and one relatively average-looking man standing next to all of them. "You guys already know the rules, let's launch right into it! A hundred people surveyed for this one, top five answers on the board. A gentleman has recently purchased seven packs of marshmallows. He has four briefcases. Each briefcase can hold a certain amount of marshmallows, but if he can't fit them all, he'll have to go purchase another briefcase, which will cost him ten dollars extra. Now, with all that information, I want you to tell me what the capital of France is. Any member of either family is welcome to ring in right now." the host said all in one breath, his face shifting about once more when he was done.
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Post by ramenigma on Jun 28, 2016 12:09:43 GMT
*Crash*
A portal opened overhead and a tentacle violently shot out, shooting straight through the buzzer. Following it's tentacle, a large squid like creature slid out of the gash in reality with all the grace of Chef Boyardee's spaghetti sliding out of a can. It hovered just above the ground.
"The answer, Mr. Ceiling, is that it's a trick question."
Kuthlax answered with more than a hint of smug superiority.
"After all, France no longer exists. I can say that with certainty."
A human arm, dripping croissant scented blood, fell from the portal as the creature spoke.
"Oh! Whoops! Lemme just get that."
It made a sort of chuckling noise and quickly absorbed the limb.
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