Random Chain Story Post...

[CavemanDoctor]

Ok, so I was told I was a bit too unamusing in my prior posts so I thought I'd try a random topic. 

Starting an RPG post of sorts.  A chain story comprising random paragraphs from all who post.  I'll start out a story with my paragraph and all who buzz in will latch on contributions to it.  Corny?  Probably.  But I'm a corny guy so....

Anyway:

Atop a mountain, away from all townsfolk, stands a vagrant.  Looking down at a city, glancing back and forth, focusing, our Unknown Man thinks about his plan.

"It will dumbfound all who pass by it," our Unknown Man says aloud, nary a soul around.  "Nobody will know it's coming."

With an odd grin, our vagrant walks toward his old and worn out bag.  Struggling to drag it along, our Unknown Man finally stops and sits, untying it.  Taking it out of his bag, our Unknown Man shouts out a maniacal laugh.

"Nobody will know it's coming."

[savage_carrot]

Walking along one fine morning, a man stops to take in the smells of the concrete jungle (sometimes called a city by those canny enough to know the difference). Taking a deep breath, he savours the olfactory smorgasboard and decides to sit down to take it all in, stretching his legs and wiggling his toes in delight. Of course, some would mistake this catlike attitude for a cat but we know better, it was a man...a man savouring an olfactory smorgasboard. A woman hurrying past bumps into him and spills out the guts of her tote bag. Our nameless sniffing wonder decides to help and the lady overcome with gratitude asks for the name of her hero. He replies " My name is Nobody". She says "Excuse me?" He clarifies that "He Who Talks Out Loud Saying Nothing is called Nobody as far as he is concerned". She hurriedly grabs her bag and moves away with surprising alacrity. Nobody sighs; then remembers a certain vagrant who promised him something and he knows it's coming. Soon.

*marks for identifying the movie since I just saw it yesterday and had to share*

[Maisha]

Walking along the seashore, feeling the tepid water kissing her toes and flowing away teasingly, watching the lavender pink hue of the sunset, she began to sigh as she savored the freshness of the sea air. Swinging her sandals in her hand and with carefree bare feet, suddenly she felt a sharp crunch under her foot. The pain caused her to let out a muted scream. Examining her sole, she noticed the culprit was a sort of treasure box, beautifully decorated with the wicked colored glass that left its remains hanging onto her delicate flesh. She was bleeding profusely and suddenly started feeling woozy, when strong hands by her side held her up. As she sunk into unconsciousness, she heard him say "These are simply warnings of letting it out of the box" as he threw the box with all his strength in to the eerie blueness of the ocean.