Just a reminder that the first question will be posted tonight. We already have 7 players, so it should be a good game! I've received questions from everyone but Pixa and StuMan -- are the guys is he throwing down, saying "we I can win this thing even with a one-point handicap"? Or are they is he just forgetful? Pardona chimes in here with "Hey! I'm a guy, too!" Yes. Yes, you are. But you sent in your questions.
As noted in the rules, I'm leaving signups open since those who start late will have an inherent disadvantage. But if you're on the fence, just sign up! It only takes ~30 seconds per day to play. Depending on how clever Pipsqueeek the players are, the game should finish a bit before the holidays. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At 1:00pm NST, a trumpet heralded a commotion at the door. The seven players looked around apprehensively. "What the?" Pixa said. "Isn't it early?" The players watched as the door handle jiggled, but no one came in.
"Uh, siniri? I think you have to push, not pull..." Pardon said. "I knew that! I was just seeing if you were paying attention," siniri muttered. "Anyway, I'm going out tonight, and I want to make sure you have a full 24 hours to ponder this one, so I'm announcing it early."
"Hey, that's not fair! I haven't even gotten my questions in yet!" StuMan protested. "Well, that's not my fault. Besides, the randomizer doesn't like losers who don't get their questions in," siniri retorted.
"Don't be picking on losers!" loser protested. "I'm not. But the randomizer is." Siniri tossed the microphone to loser, but the throw was so wild it bounced off loser's head and landed under the Christmas tree.
"Huh?" loser asked as siniri crawled on the prickly pine needles to retrieve the microphone. "Just ask your longest question -- the randomizer seemed to like it," siniri explained.
"Ah, okay. It's such an honor to go first, and I really hope I can be in the minority on my own question, so don't pick my answer, okay guys?" loser gushed as she fumbled in her pockets. She blushed, mumbling, "It was so long, I forgot what it was..." "For goodness' sake! Sheesh! Good thing we're starting early." Siniri fumbled through her own pockets, then handed the paper to loser.
"Hem-hem!" loser cleared her throat, then read in a monotone, "You open the mailbox one day to find an unusually fancy letter addressed to you. After you determine it wasn't a pre-approved credit card, you open it to find something extraordinary: an invitation to dine with anyone in the world, alive or dead! After getting over the initial confusion and excitement, you spend the new few days narrowing down your choices. Should I meet Socrates? Muhammad? My late Grandmother? Robert Patterson? So many choices, so many choices! You reread the invitation and you notice you missed something crucial...You have to respond with your dinner choice by tomorrow! What do you order: the salmon or the chicken?"
"Well, that was perhaps the longest question submitted thus far for this game. However, you still have until 7pm NST sharp (10pm EST) on Monday 12/15 to answer. And for those who just decided they want to play, you can enter at any time. Post a note here announcing your entry, PM an answer to the current question by the deadline, and send me some questions by PM," siniri announced. "Now, I leave you to discuss among yourselves -- salmon or chicken? Bawk bawk bawk!"
Siniri's smooth exit was disrupted by more trouble with the door, as she tried to push it open. "You have to pull from this side," Wind whispered. "Should she really be running this game?" questioned Katherine. "Well, I offered to host, but I'm undefeated, and people seem determined to beat me," Pipsqueeek boasted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. Two more projects and one exam to go, then I can sleep," siniri griped as she stormed out of the room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Siniri marched back into the room. "What? No one's said anything? Don't you want to debate the wonders of that healthy of healthies, the white meat chicken? Or the amazing brain benefits of that bastion of the sea, the salmon?" The players just stared at her. "Well, whatever. I have something to say. Note that I've changed the rules for answer submissions. I've already gotten three replies, and I had to send PMs back to two because I didn't understand the answer. Therefore, from now on, please submit your answer in bold, worded as in the question. Then feel free to add witty/snarky/extraneous/boring comments after that. Otherwise, if I don't understand your answer, you'll automatically be considered to fall in the majority." Siniri marched back to the door and pulled it open. "Good night!" Pip called out, "Wait, what's the current majority?" "..."
Blue graffitied on my signature... But it made me laugh, so it's all good!
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