So, new rules:
Notice the type of submission this is. Jackassery. That's right, this story is meant to be used and abused, go wild.
Write as much or as little as you wish. Do so as a reply.
Try to leave it open for the next person to expand upon. As tempting as it seems, try to refrain from writing "Suddenly a dormant black hole sucked up the entire universe, everybody dies. The End."
Anyone is welcome to try their hand. The big thing is to have as much fun with it as possible. Or not.
Okay, so that's about it, here's my opening shot:
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Intergalactic Federated Fleet Captain Hex Quasar peered down at the interminable mix of switches, dials, lights and readouts. He scratched his head absently as Ruck Johnson, his number two in command looked over his shoulder with growing impatience.
"Lessee...Ship 's log, ship's log..." Captain Quasar muttered under his breath as he swept an unsure finger over the command console. Suddenly he jabbed the finger at the console. A smooth, monotone female voice, that of the ship's computer, issued out of a speaker overhead.
"Hypersleep chamber personal gratification module activated."
With a small embarrassed squeak, Quasar quickly mashed the button again. Ruck Johnson sighed heavily. They weren't even out of the orbital docking bay. This was going to be a long voyage. Just as Lieutenant Commander Johnson began to wonder if his latest crew assignment had been written in Hell, Hex Quasar found the button that remotely fired the executive life pod...
rating: 3
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