*Some time in the near future. Study at night, perhaps the crackling of a fire and the barking of a dog can be heard. Smoke still heavy in the air. Three chairs are in the middle of the room with 9 picture frames on the wall, three are empty*
*George enters stage right and sits in one of the chair and begins to pack his pipe.*
*Matt and Jed enter from stage left, Jed is dressed in black as if mourning.*
Matt: 'looks like you killed the blog'
Jed: 'I guess my picture is next to be hung on the wall'
George: 'who would have thought that the FV would have killed the blog?'
Matt: 'I could have told you that'
*Matt sits in one of the chairs and crosses his arms.*
George: 'What are you talking about, buttwipe. You don't even understand what the FV is.'
*Jed crosses over to George.*
Jed: 'George, calm down. He's just trying to get your goat.'
*Jed sits.*
Matt: 'If I don't understand the FV through this blog, what makes you think anyone else does?'
George: 'that is because you are an idiot'
Matt: 'that may be true, but at least I didn't loose my left arm trying to wrestle a bear.'
Jed: 'Yeah, what was up with that Edema? I think the bear was laughing as he ripped you arm off.'
George: 'The tree that I jumped from wasn't high enough to properly stun the bear and I missed his ocular cavities with my sharpened thumbs. I could have killed it.'
*Matt stands up and walks to George and pats him on the head.*
Matt: 'Sure you could have.'
Jed: 'So now what do we do.'
Matt: 'I bought one of these' *Matt pulls an EcoPod from his jacket pocket* 'I was going to bury myself in it, but we can use it for the blog if you want.'
Jed: 'Tree hugger!'
Matt: 'Jealous'
Jed: 'yeah, you wish'
Matt: 'I'll rip your arm off Park and feed it to the bear that got Edema's.'
George: 'Don't make me use my good arm and beat you both down. Give me the pod, I'll get the body of the blog out of my trunk and take care of it.'
*Jed stands and hangs his picture next to Kiss the Wax Tadpole's photo (which is a strange youtube video) and exits stage right.*
*Matt gives the pod to George, walks to the mantle and hangs his picture next to Jason's and exits stage right.*
*George pauses for a minute, then stands. Walks gingerly to the mantle and hangs his photo next to 'Iron Trucker' and turns off the lights as he exits stage right, ecopod in hand.*
-fin-
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So the peg is dead? Is this official or something? I never could get back on to post, not that I have anything to post, but I hope to have something fairly good to post soon...
Another thing is that I can't see the recent comments so I can't tell what's going on and I don't want to scroll down and look.
No, it isn't dea. Matt is being an idiot.
I'm in the process of fixing some of the technical troubles. I'll send you an invite if you want to start posting again.
if by idiot you mean a master play-write, then I thank you.
I thought I would give a tease of my upcoming 3 act play.
I was trying to stay in character.
Ok, I think everything is more-or-less back in working order. Still waiting for replies on a few stray open contributor invites.
Matt,
I thought you didn't like fiction.
I don't.
or I should say, I don't like to read fiction.
Why do you ask?
'cause you write pretty good fiction
who said it was fiction?
I like to think of it as a prediction.
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