<p>OKAY, SINCE WE’RE THE “CHICAGO COMMUNITY,” I HAVE A BRILLIANT IDEA. THIS IS MORE OF A PSYCOLOGY PROJECT, BUT WILL ALSO SERVE TO CALM US DOWN AND PUT SOME FUN IN OUR LIVES ;-)…</p>
<p>As we all know, one of the prompts was to improvise a comedy… prompt #4… I just want to find out how us “chicago-ers” think as a unit… so I got this idea: </p>
<p>I will start off by typing a random line, next commenter will add on a line (please, only <strong><em>1</em></strong> line) and we will go on and keep improvise until it turns out to be a good essay ;-)… okay now, lets all try and be coherent and cohesive, make it flow… what i want is for our several brains to work together, and watch the magic ;-)…</p>
<p>lets make it funny and nutty yet symbolic…</p>
<p>*** you can comment more than once… but wait every 10 comment or so to add another one …</p>
<p>OKAYYYYYYYY, HERE WE GO… AFTER THIS LINE, I’LL PASS ON THE TORCHHHHHHHHHHH</p>
<p>FIRST LINE:</p>
<p>LUCAS WOKE UP TIRED AND INSECURE, STARING AT THE DREARY CEILING AS HE FELT THE SODDENED BED ON WHICH HE LIFELESSLY LAID-- THERE WAS NO GLASS OF WATER AROUND.</p>
<p>HE WONDERED WHY HIS LIFE WAS BEING NARRATED IN CAPS LOCK, AND WHAT MADE IT SO DIFFICULT FOR THE AUTHOR OF HIS STORY TO PUSH THE STUPID KEY DOWN ONE MORE TIME SO IT DIDN’T LOOK LIKE SHOUTING.</p>
<p>Honestly. I interpret everything written in caps lock as spam.</p>
<p>lol sorry for being cynical but are you trying to get us to write your essay? Convenient, eh? Again just pure speculation + being cynical but seems like a possibility.</p>
<p>LUCAS WOKE UP TIRED AND INSECURE, STARING AT THE DREARY CEILING AS HE FELT THE SODDENED BED ON WHICH HE LIFELESSLY LAID-- THERE WAS NO GLASS OF WATER AROUND. HE WONDERED WHY HIS LIFE WAS BEING NARRATED IN CAPS LOCK, AND WHAT MADE IT SO DIFFICULT FOR THE AUTHOR OF HIS STORY TO PUSH THE STUPID KEY DOWN ONE MORE TIME SO IT DIDN’T LOOK LIKE SHOUTING.</p>
<p>i’ll add the next line: </p>
<p>HE WAS A NEW-YORKER. </p>
<p>and @ ed… no lol, i already submitted my EA application ;-)… this is my psychology project. and i’m also doing this out of curiosity, so play along!</p>
<p>Quick note… CC doesn’t actually let you post that many capital letters in a row (or, it doesn’t allow me to do so). Does that mean that you went through and purposefully capitalized everything again?</p>
<p>ALTHOUGH HE LIVED IN THE BRONX, IT WAS COMPLETELY UNRELATED AS TO WHY THE AUTHOR COULDN’T PUSH THE BUTTON THREE SIXTEENTHS OF AN INCH AWAY FROM THE ‘A’ KEY.</p>
<p>The story became angry with the meta-story for stealing the spotlight, and began to tap dance on the Statue of Liberty’s head in order to captivate the audience’s attention.</p>
<p>(CC wouldn’t let me put everything in caps… which I’m sure is an enormous disappointment, especially to thricedotted).</p>
<p>The notebook was quite offended by this highly uncalled-for action, and proceeded to spew ink like blood from a decapitated man’s carotid artery, while simultaneously getting all up in Lucas’ face like WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO HIJACK THIS META-STORY MAN THAT JUST AIN’T FLY YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING DAWG?</p>
<p>Lucas Woke Up Tired And Insecure, Staring At The Dreary Ceiling As He Felt The Soddened Bed On Which He Lifelessly Laid-- There Was No Glass Of Water Around. He Wondered Why His Life Was Being Narrated In Caps Lock, And What Made It So Difficult For The Author Of His Story To Push The Stupid Key Down One More Time So It Didn’t Look Like Shouting. He Was A New-yorker. </p>
<p>Although He Lived In The Bronx, It Was Completely Unrelated As To Why The Author Couldn’t Push The Button Three Sixteenths Of An Inch Away From The ‘a’ Key. The Story Became Angry With The Meta-story For Stealing The Spotlight, And Began To Tap Dance On The Statue Of Liberty’s Head In Order To Captivate The Audience’s Attention. Lucas Picked Up A Blank Notebook, With The Letters Hold’n Ca!*#ld Scratched In. He Spat In The Notebook. The Notebook Was Quite Offended By This Highly Uncalled-for Action, And Proceeded To Spew Ink Like Blood From A Decapitated Man’s Carotid Artery, While Simultaneously Getting All Up In Lucas’ Face Like “why Are You Trying To Hijack This Meta-story Man That Just Ain’t Fly You Know What I’m Saying Dawg?” Then, After Noticing That The Capslock Came Back, Lucas Bought A Handgun.
Bam! Bam! The Notebook Was Dead, And So Was Lucas As They Both Swam In The Pool Of Blood.</p>