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Post by Tweek on Apr 6, 2005 16:27:12 GMT -6
It's April 1st, and you decide to walk in the woods with your friends to see the cabin of the Blair Witch.
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Post by Marco on Apr 9, 2005 4:41:14 GMT -6
Men...I can't believe they are so late. I have been sitting here for 1 hour.
Marco, who is ready to start a camping-trip to the woods near Burkittsville, is waiting for his friends that don't seem to come. He sits in front of the woods and is still waiting for his friends to come as he hears 2 cars and music...
His friends have arrived
"Oh boy...Where have you been?"
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Post by Tweek on Apr 9, 2005 21:38:23 GMT -6
Tweek staggers out of his rusty '72 El Camino and tosses Marco a lukewarm can of cheap beer. He takes a few wobbly steps and falls down face-first into a pile of leaves. Obviously Tweek has started drinking early today.
"I have arrived! Let the par-tay begin!"
He tries to crawl to his feet but can't quite make it. Too drunk.
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Post by Marco on Apr 10, 2005 4:02:10 GMT -6
"Oh...Thanks for the beer Tweek But I think you have had enough for now...You can drink when we have arrieved our aim" Marco goes to Tweek and pulls the beer out of his hands "So, I think we have to carry Tweek the whole way up to the mountain"
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Post by Tweek on Apr 18, 2005 19:19:30 GMT -6
From the other side of the car comes Tweek's partner-in-crime. A tall skinny fellow with long black hair that obscures his face at all times. What his real name is, nobody knows for sure. But Tweek calls him simply... Dude.
"Dude! Help me up, dammit!"
Dude sets down the huge beer cooler he is carrying and steps forward to help Tweek up.
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Scardy
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Post by Scardy on Apr 19, 2005 21:45:10 GMT -6
Scardy drove up in her rusted chevie, the one with duct tape holding up the sides of the pickup. "Boys! I'm here! And Ibrought my dad's new family tent, the one with thre rooms and a screened in porch, do you think this'll do us for the time?
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Post by Marco on Apr 20, 2005 6:53:38 GMT -6
Hey Scardy.It took you quite a time to come, huh?So...Who is missing?We have Tweek, we have Dude and we have Scardy.Does anybody else wanted to come?
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Apr 25, 2005 17:33:13 GMT -6
A black four-wheel-drive Ford F-150 pulls up next to the others. The windows are down, and "Dead Gardens" by Nightwish can be heard. The door opens, and a young man steps out.
Dark shades hide his eyes, and his long black hair moves slightly in the breeze. A black leather jacket is slung over his shoulder. He is wearing a red shirt and black pants, and a 9mm handgun is holstered at his hip.
"I hope I'm not late." His face remains stoic.
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Post by Marco on Apr 26, 2005 10:04:24 GMT -6
Not late...Good joke man.So...I myself want to enter the forest now. If somebody other wants to come, he should follow us.I'll leave a message on my car
Marco goes to his car, opens it and takes out a sheet of paper and a pncil.He writes some words and puts the pencil back in the car again, locks the car and puts the note under the wiper.
So...I think they'll find it here.OK...Let's get the walk started...
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Scardy
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Post by Scardy on Apr 26, 2005 16:35:41 GMT -6
Scardy hauled her pack out, her puppy, Vernon, leaping out after. "Come on, boys let's not dawdle!" Her two other puppies, Frisbee and Suka Sopa popped their heads out, siffing the air and growling playfully.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Apr 26, 2005 18:53:17 GMT -6
The young man stands at the edge of the forest, looking up into the treetops. The sunlight reflects off of a brass nameplate and a badge on the young man's jacket:
Lt. S. J. Wilson
JCPD
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Post by Tweek on Apr 28, 2005 9:28:29 GMT -6
Tweek pukes on Dude's shoes, then laughs hysterically. Dude blurts out a colorful metaphor and slaps him in the back of the head. Hard.
"Sorry Dude. But that WAS pretty funny..."
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Apr 28, 2005 14:50:42 GMT -6
Lt. Wilson hears the splatter, and turns to look at Tweek and Dude.
"Hilarious."
He turns back to the forest. Something doesn't feel right. The birds have gone completely silent, and everything is still.
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Post by Marco on Apr 30, 2005 4:06:45 GMT -6
I think the next few days are going to be the scariest we have ever had.Hear...Listen...The birds have gone silent.Something is happening on our camping-trip.I can feel it.
The group is walking and walking as they come to a Rock, that looks like a Coffin.
Hey guys.Do you think this is Coffin Rock?The map says that CR is a bit more up the mountain.But, lets sleep here.
The group builts up their tents.
HMmm...Someone has to go and get woodsticks to make a campfire
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Apr 30, 2005 22:37:39 GMT -6
Lt. Wilson looks at Marco and Scardy.
"I'll go, but since the two of you are the only ones other than myself who are sober, one of you is coming with me."
He casts a sideways glance at Tweek and Dude.
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Post by Scardy on May 1, 2005 15:26:32 GMT -6
Scardy's three puppies dart around, fetching every stick they can find. Scardy had tried to teach them to play fetch, but all they did was run around picking up onything wooden when someone said "stick." Scardy was too busy chasing them to pay much mind to whatever people were saying. Frisbee runs up to the Sgt and sniffs his leg. "Look out!!!" Scardy warns as Frisbee begins to lift his leg.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on May 1, 2005 18:45:37 GMT -6
Lieutenant Wilson quickly but calmly steps back before the pup can do his business. He looks down at the dog and smiles.
"Sorry kid, I'm not a public restroom."
He reaches down and pats the puppy's head.
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Post by Tweek on May 2, 2005 9:36:11 GMT -6
The weather is perfect for a walk in the woods. Warm sunshine, a light breeze blowing. Songbirds can be heard in the tops of the trees. A better day could not be imagined.
And Tweek is oblivious to all of it. He lets loose a burping sonic boom that silences the birds and makes the puppies run back to Scardy in a hurry.
"Get along little doggies..."
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Post by Marco on May 2, 2005 12:43:50 GMT -6
OK...I think nobody wants to go with Lt.Wilson and searching for wood except the puppies.I'll go with him.Maybe we'll meet the Blair Witch:)
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Post by Tweek on May 4, 2005 18:50:14 GMT -6
Dude props Tweek up against a nearby tree, makes sure the beer is safe, then walks off into the woods. He returns a short time later with a single piece of rotten wood. His work done, he sits back down next to the beer cooler. A giant pine cone falls from above and bonks Tweek on the head. He looks up and shrugs his shoulders.
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Post by Marco on May 5, 2005 3:58:50 GMT -6
OK...Thanks Dude for the piece of wood.Now you can sleep a bit.
Marco hopes that Dude takes a rest and sleeps and isn't drunken anymore after the sleep
So.What's up Lt.Wilson.Let's go and get some more pieces of wood
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on May 5, 2005 11:19:21 GMT -6
Lt. Wilson turns and walks into the forest, picking up various pieces of wood. He turns occasionally to make sure Marcos is behind him.
Somewhere in front of them, a twig snaps. Lt. Wilson stops, his eyes darting around. Once again, the woods have gone silent.
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Post by Marco on May 5, 2005 12:02:38 GMT -6
What was this noise?Hey Lt.Wilson.Maybe we see the Blair Witch
Marco goes on picking up sticks as the noise is be heard once again.
OK.Come Lt.Wilson.I think we have enough sticks.And I have a bad feeling about stepping through the woods without other people.
Suddenly a thrown stick hits against Marco's head.
What is this f*cking thing that steps through the woods and shoots us with sticks?
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Post by BlairWitchHdJlMw on May 8, 2005 15:56:17 GMT -6
''Hey Guys It's Just Me,Violet!Your Not Supposed To Start The Partay WithOut Your WildChild!'' ''Here's Some Wood And For Me,Marco And Tweek A Beer.''
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Post by Greenforgreenday on May 8, 2005 16:05:17 GMT -6
Desi walks out from behind a tree. "Hello. How is everyone on this creepy night in Blair Woods?"
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