The Adventures of Fucknuckle the Perverted Clown - Saga One
Mar 11, 2015 4:20:59 GMT -4
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Post by Kasabian Stalker on Mar 11, 2015 4:20:59 GMT -4
OOC: I realise that this probably should have been posted in the GM office, as that is where it takes place. But as this is a Saga, there will be more than one of them, I kinda wanted them all in the same place.
Keys rattled in Devin Bozz's hand as he jingled his fingers around, searching for the one key in his oversized bundle that would actually fit the lock. His office door stood before him like an impenetrable fortress, begging for the drawbridge to be lowered. The early morning light did not help the situation, as Bozz strained his eyes to make out the engraving on two particular, seemingly identical keys to identify which was the correct choice. He grunted in mild frustration at the hold up; he had a busy day ahead and definitely did not have time for petty key-related problems. That was the reason he had come in early, before the rest of the staff managed to distract his flow with their questions. With the correct key chosen, Devin thrust it into the door and swung open the entrance to his kingdom.
It was the smell that first hit him. Poultry, mixed with sweat, mixed with an overwhelming smell of booze. Enough to make the toughest of men gag, and that's exactly what Devin Bozz did. A smell so strong that he could practically see it. Through blurry eyes, watering from the putrid stench, he spotted the culprit.
A man lay on his back across the Bozz's desk, comatosed, with a half-empty whisky bottle lying on the floor just under his arm, hanging from the desk in mid-air. The man was familiar, usually seen on the streets outside the arena, terrorising the female staff members as they came and went by the loading bay. Devin knew exactly who he was despite the disguise. he didn't have to look long.
Before him, the figure lay wearing a fluro green afro wig, white face paint with a crudely drawn oversized smile in read and a ruffled clown's collar... and nothing else. His flaccid manhood hung out for all the world to see, leaving nothing to the imagination. Around him, crawling and leaving their trail of poultry droppings behind them like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs, half a dozen chickens pecked around Bozz's personal office space, confused and desperate for a feed. The malnourished chickens stank, drowned out only by the smell of the passed-out clown on Devin's desk.
Bozz took in the scene with absolute awe and disgust, his mouth hung open for an age before the rage took over and his cheeks flushed red with rage...
"You drunk bastard..." He bellowed at the naked clown, who didn't so much as stir, let alone wake up. "How the hell did you get in here, you Fucknuckle?"
So...
How did Fucknuckle get into Devin Bozz's locked office?
Why the chickens?
What the hell was going on here last night?
This is an interactive promo - I will give you the ending to start with... Then people are able to make short suggestions (one-two sentences) as to how 'Fucknuckle' managed to get himself into this situation. I will leave it open for as long as I can be bothered before posting the rest of the story to see whose guess was closest to the truth. Comments are welcome and can be left below, so long as they are accompanied with an actual suggestion/guess.
I may use peoples characters from time to time in these sagas without prior permission, please don't be offended. Nobody's character will be used in any negative way without first gaining permission.
So, without any further ado... Saga One
The Adventures of Fucknuckle, the Perverted ClownI may use peoples characters from time to time in these sagas without prior permission, please don't be offended. Nobody's character will be used in any negative way without first gaining permission.
So, without any further ado... Saga One
Saga One: Bozz Man
It was the smell that first hit him. Poultry, mixed with sweat, mixed with an overwhelming smell of booze. Enough to make the toughest of men gag, and that's exactly what Devin Bozz did. A smell so strong that he could practically see it. Through blurry eyes, watering from the putrid stench, he spotted the culprit.
A man lay on his back across the Bozz's desk, comatosed, with a half-empty whisky bottle lying on the floor just under his arm, hanging from the desk in mid-air. The man was familiar, usually seen on the streets outside the arena, terrorising the female staff members as they came and went by the loading bay. Devin knew exactly who he was despite the disguise. he didn't have to look long.
Before him, the figure lay wearing a fluro green afro wig, white face paint with a crudely drawn oversized smile in read and a ruffled clown's collar... and nothing else. His flaccid manhood hung out for all the world to see, leaving nothing to the imagination. Around him, crawling and leaving their trail of poultry droppings behind them like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs, half a dozen chickens pecked around Bozz's personal office space, confused and desperate for a feed. The malnourished chickens stank, drowned out only by the smell of the passed-out clown on Devin's desk.
Bozz took in the scene with absolute awe and disgust, his mouth hung open for an age before the rage took over and his cheeks flushed red with rage...
"You drunk bastard..." He bellowed at the naked clown, who didn't so much as stir, let alone wake up. "How the hell did you get in here, you Fucknuckle?"
So...
How did Fucknuckle get into Devin Bozz's locked office?
Why the chickens?
What the hell was going on here last night?
