The Interactive unfolding story

Eric
Short bio - quiet,reserved,imaginative,fun loving, slightly perverse

Go :)

Nice bro, I will hold off while I compile ideas and see if anyone else wants to get in as the main star.

Oh one other thing mate, this story will...Be...Epic

Lol looking forward to the epicness

The story will be called.

Once upon a sugar daddy - The chronicles of the chosen one

Well it certainly sounds epic :)

As Eric sat on his lazy boy chair reclined by the computer desk, he started to drift off to sleep. The day had been unusual by Eric standards, starting out normally but ended up being something out of the twilight zone.

As usual he got up 30 minutes before work sleepily organising himself for a boring day at the video store. It was just around the corner from Eric's home so he always got there just on opening at 9am, usually skipping breakfast though.

The day passed slowly with a few of the regular stunners coming in. One of the reasons Eric loved his job even though he had an IQ of 160 was the woman. Easy going, dumb as dog shit most of the time and obviously bored, that is why they were looking for videos Eric figured anyway.

It was not until right before closing time, a man in a black trench coat came in. He looked like Shaft Eric was thinking to himself when this burly dude just slipped a card onto the counter and left without even looking at videos.

Eric went over and picked up the card. It was all white on one side and all black on the other. There was the smell of fresh wax on the card but no apparent writings or markings. Fucking weird Eric thought. The card otherwise was pretty cool, it looked expensive for a business card.

Eric put the card on the bench behind the counter and started to close up the store. As he was switching the lights off, he saw the card glowing on the bench. Amazing, the black light blue used to enhance the store display had revealed there was some hidden writing on the card.

Eric whizzed over to the bench to retrieve the card, his conspiracy interests getting the better of him. He looked at the card, both sides but there was just the symbols "www.Godlikeproductions.com" on the white side of the card.

Eric had never heard of this name before but recognised it was the address to a website immediately. He finished closing the store making sure it was secure and snagging a few of the pornos to watch for later that night.

Interesting he thought to himself as he walked home wondering what the card and the strange man were all about.
Not the porno, they were same ol same ol for Eric, nothing interesting about those.

TBC..

I enjoyed that. Very well written bro. Looking forward to the next part

Anymore volunteer actors for the story before the next episode?
Don't be shy now folks, this is GLP

Materials density is not my things.

Ask tptb fans.

What are you talking about there chief?
If you elaborate on what it is you are looking for I can attempt to accommodate your needs.

I am guessing it is easier to just give one star and walk the fuck away :)

Monty, hes white on the inside buy black on the outside.
He enjoys late night strolls on the beach feeling the wet sand between his toes.

Mysterious Monty, will make an appearance in just a moment.
I had a cat named Monty once. Used to jump up on the bed and stick his nose in my ear to wake me up.

Best cat ever! Until Tom, now Tom is the best cat ever lol

The 3rd force within ying/yang

I have some things to do so the story will continue tomorrow most likely. Unless I die, then it will not continue. Some other story will have to be suffice to entertain the Gloopers.

Or I could have my next realisation that I really should not spend my time in this place and I will never be seen or heard from again. Much to the delight of Wizards, warriors and alien try-hards hehe

Option two is the most probable given that I am immortal and what not. Just kidding I have aged so much in the past two months fucking around on here :D

Eric arrived home and raced upstairs to get behind his computer desk. He had worked himself up over the business card, or whatever card it was all very mysterious for Eric. He keyed in the address and came across what appeared to be a conspiracy website. Cool he thought as he whipped out the vaporiser and his stash of White Rhino weed.

After a quick 'sesh' he put on some music and sunk back into his lazy boy recliner. Tool blazed in the background as Eric registered for the website under his favourite avatar name 'Shlongcock'. Now he was ready to see what this unusual stranger from the store was all about.

Immediately a post caught his attention. It was titled, 'Minny Monty Mow'. It was about a person claiming to be a an illuminati sorcerer. The guy was named Monty and he claimed to have remarkable abilities which included turning water into wine. He also said that he could turn lead into gold and hypnotise chickens amongst other things.

Eric was pretty fascinated and sparked up a conversation with Monty hoping for a response...

"I see you got the card Eric", was the reply in the private message inbox. This freaked out Eric a little as he kept to himself and could not understand how anyone had put his name to the freshly created avatar.

Eric did not bother to reply to the message and went back to Monty's post. Still no reply from Monty, in fact the thread had been closed by moderators for unknown reasons.

A new private message came through.

"Eric you are a special person, unusually gifted in sight. My name is Monty the magician from Manchester, I have followed an oracle to and it had lead me to your doorstep. The great holy spirit is about to descend upon you, you must be prepared".

Ok, at this point Eric was tripping balls, his heart racing, pounding in his eardrums. He started to feel like vomiting. This was unlike anything he had experienced before and he wondered if he was having a heart attack...

TBC

And of course a cool song allegedly to fill in space, and time hehe.

............Becoz U must............

Paddy, do you want to play a role in the story ;)

There is a video store catty corner from my location in a recently renovated old Victorian house. Althugh it prominently features sage green, the new paint job most probably did not remove the ghosts. The stairways are especially interesting, decorated with old movie posters.

One of them is Shaft...

Eric chilled back for a bit to take in all the weird synchronicities and calm himself the fuck down. What the fuck is going on he was thinking.

Then the phone rang.

Ring ring...Ring ring (which was actually 'Unskinny Bob' from Poison as a ringtone)

It was Paddy, his mate and supplier of weed. Paddy was scientist, all scientific and stuff. Mainly focusing on physics and super cultivation. Weed being one of them :P

"What's up paddy"

Paddy was like "Broooo, I have got something you need to try. I have been working on this baby for 4 years"

"Does it have to be now, I got something on at the moment" Eric replied

Paddy, all excited about his latest, something, responded "Nah mate it's all good. I was just really ecstatic that I had finally produced the holy grail of weed plants, the ultimate strain man. We can just catch up tomorrow, I will pop around and bring a sample"

"ok mate catch up then, over and out", Eric hung up and went back to his computer to see if there were any new messages.

TBC

Why thank yo for the offer. It would appear you need littl help from this old fart as you seem to have quite the fertile mind.

As a by the way though. A story I recounted from my Mother of her Uncle to my grandchild this week.

He was going home one night be a graveyard by my mother's house. He espied the Devil as he sat on a headstone and proceeded to have a short conversation with old nick. We are not really sure if the story was real, but this old uncle was never known to use that road late of an evening.

The headstone this old devil was seated on would have been of a man who was buried standing upright. Quit the odd way to be laid to rest really but the old gent asked to be laid that way as he could forever watch over his estate.

This old uncle was a hairs breath away from Van Diemans Land in those good old days as he was an irreverent poocher way back then.

A bit old mayhaps for a modern day epic such as you choose to pen. But hey, A ferile mind and the divils playground.

By the way this Paddy could also be a Biddy.........

Paddy who's real name was Biddy Fitzpatrick's...
Owned a small cottage out in the forests. It was about 45 mins drive into town and had 25 acres land. A real nice place, somewhere to retire with a river running through the property. Lots of animals with fruit trees and berries growing naturally all around. It was Biddy's beautiful paradise. The best part was that it was fully off grid with a 50kw setup.

Being a scientists on a secret government grant project, Biddy had access to the latest... equipment, some of which included advanced military lithium batteries. Biddy only needed five of these and the were about the size of a house hold besser block.

The property was powered by a combination of windmills to pump water, solar for the electrics, with the latest 80% effective solar panels from china.. and had also constructed a hybrid electromagnetic/hydrodynamic combo unit.

Using a series of magnets in a modified contraption along with water turbines strategically placed in the river, Biddy was able to generate an enormous amount of electricity, the problem was storing it.

Biddy had jerry rigged a changeover switch between to two sources so that the batteries did not overload. When the EM unit reached critical over unity it would power down while powering up the HD unit and after a preselected timed process the event would recycle back to the EM unit.

Meanwhile back at Eric's lofty pad crib.....

Eric, still freaked out wheeled the chair back to the computer and yep, there it was, in bold italic...Underlined.

Mailbox (1 new)

Eric clicked it wondering if this Monty character was for real, but either way, how the hell did Monty obtain his name. Was he some sort of computer hacker..

Then it occurred to Eric, what if... What if this website was custom made just for him. That could explain everything. Well not custom made per say, but networked directly to his computer so that it was closed environment using computer algorithms and real life peoples profiles to simulate an experience tgaylor made to Eric's own 'profile'.

Yes yes yes, that explains a heck of a lot. Dayuum this weed is good Eric chuckled to himself. Lucky no one was around because it would surely look like Eric was weirdo having a mini laughing fit in a lazy boy under a 25w halogen desk lamp and monitor light.

Anyway wtf, Eric opened the mail.

It was from Monty again, it read.

"Eric, listen to me very carefully. A supernatural experience is about to befall you. There is nothing you can do to avoid this. For some reason unbeknownst to me you have pulled a very powerful force into your reality.
There is usually a process to these things and people are usually trained for years, however in your case, it appears you have been chosen, I will be in touch. Trust no one and do the right thing Eric".

Eric pondered to himself...

Chosen for what? What is this all about?
What in the flippin heck is a Holy spirit and should I even trust this bloke. Never trust a man who says trust me...

Eric needed a spirit alright, from a bottle though. He grabbed a bottle of Johnny Walker "Walk Hard" purple label aged 25 years. A gift from his uncle, living in the Philippines.

Eric poured up a glass with ice cubes created from 'Biddies' water purification and refinement system.
These cubes were like lasers hitting the tongue.

The water is refined seven times to remove impurities then bottled. The bottles are placed into a pyramid type setup with these metallic prongs with bulbous ends. They generate some sort of electrical charge that is supposed to harmonise the H2O structure at the molecular level.

I dunno, it is really sciencey bro, all I know is lasers on tongue type ice.

Back to the story...
TBC lol

Well truth to be told but we could be living in an alternator universe. Maybe old uncle Chris was sent to the colonies and you are really me lost in time and space. I did as it happens fado, fado try to set up a form of my own energy supply as I lived way out in the sticks.

It consisted of an old cycle wheel fitted with vanes. It was set on the fork of the bike fixed to a wall. I had not quite figured out about it needing to be on two plates to transfer power. As the wiring was fed through the hollow fork I had to make sure of it not becoming entangled. It worked quite well with the regulator of a Morris 1000, but could only supply DC power to the lighting. Jumping up and down transformers were also not a common thing about my stick residence.

It would be a Paddy as it happens but my wife would have been known as Biddy. Not her real name, but most of the truckers about where I worked heard me call her Biddy one time. As for the rest of how I fit into this possible classic in creation. Alas a lot of electro\hydrodynamics would be way over my head. I do however remember my old Ma tell of herself and this errant uncle watching on an early morn. They would tell of a troupe of Weasels as they buried a loved one. Nice story of a young girl with her favourite uncle as he should have been about his work on that grand domain of times past. He was supposed to be closing off Fox runs to deny the Fox escape for the gentry to run down, kill and not eat that so called vermin.

Nice story though as we listened as small wee folk. Never really know if it is true or not, but it is nice to think of the both of them sitting on a grassy knoll in a dew filled forest just enjoying nature.

You have my permission to put any of that old meanderings into your modern day classic................

Interesting story.

Add an older character named Ray.

Wise, outgoing, gun nut, country boy type. Perverted, always chasing women, but never able to find a serious long term relationship.

Likes to drink homemade wine.

Jamie:

She is an out spoken three foot tall midget that thinks she is ten foot tall. She has the ugliest artificial red hair money could buy.

After sipping a few glasses of JW on the rocks down, Eric heard a knock on the door.
He went down to see who it could be as it was around 11pm, and quite unusual for Eric to have visitors at this hour...The 11th hour.. lol

It was just 'Rayzor'. He was Hells Angels club member and also Eric's neighbour from across the street. Eric had heard stories about Ray, mostly to do with getting jobs done by any means necessary. Eric figured he was the Angels hit man, but didn't really want to ask you know what I mean.

Eric and Rays relationship amounted to a few beers at the local and the occasional hooker. Ray had connections and one of them was the ladies. Ray also boasted about having weapons and if Eric ever needed a favour, Rayzer was the man.

What the heck could Ray want Eric wondered and opened the door...

Eric stood there eyes wide open..

Ray.. he said

What the fuck mate. I kid you not Ray had standing next to him a three maybe four foot girl, a dwarf or some shit, and she was wearing a black lycra type spandexy outfit. The tits and ass cheeks were exposed through custom cut-outs.

Her hair was a reddish purple colour, shoulder length with a few piercings I might add.

Then the midget spoke. "Hi, I am Jaimie but tonight I am $50 dollars".

Alright this was really fucking weird, even for Eric's standards. "Ray, what's going on" he said. Ray was trashed, absolutely smashed, so he says "This is Jaimie bro, the best I ever had. She can suck the chrome of a motorbike and watermelons through straws bro".

Eric was interested...

"Its a bit late ray but um, maybe another time, I have some work to do, you know internet stuff. Oh and Jaime, looking good girl". Eric closed the door and went back up stairs to see if Monty had left any more messages.
Still thinking about that hot midget girl Jaime, Eric could not get her off his mind. Only 50 bucks too. Eric was sure he would be rib deep in her by the weeks end.