My blog idea has become difficult to manage having so many writers involved; therefore, it has come time to reevaluate my game plan. What I have decided as the most feasible idea is to basically go with Option 1 (explained in the previous post) and use the blog as Carl's journal. However, in order to get people involved, people can submit themselves interacting with the Sins as a guest post. I've noticed that most blogs have "avatars;" therefore, it seems they could submit to me their post and I can organize it into the proper format and use their avatar as the conversationalist on the blog. Bah, I'll probably revise this tomorrow because I'm writing with one eye open.
Anyway, I know y'all are sick of this other blog talk, so here is a normal post.
P.S. I've decided to keep Chiz Chat around for a while.
In the spirit of
Here's a picture of the asylum (Missing several buildings)
The buildings were relatively empty (except the theater which I may delve into another time). There were rusty cast iron doors with peep holes, bent wheelchairs, and gurneys with leather straps hanging from the sides, but nothing we weren't already used to seeing. yet, as we traverse the cement hallways, we still couldn't shake the feeling that we were being followed.
Finally, it was time to rap up our ghost hunt. We made our way back to the bottom floor of the building. I made a graceful leap over the 2x4 "blocking" the entrance, and by the cock of Zeus! there were two figures pressed up against the exterior wall! I managed to stop the flood of poo that nearly emptied into my undergarments before finally assessing the situation. The two figures turned out to be very human. One was wearing a camera around his neck while the other one... well, there wasn't anything particularly special about either of them so it doesn't matter. My friends were still in the building not moving a muscle. Therefore, I decided to commence one of the most awkward conversations of my life in order to discover the meaning behind this encounter:
Me: Oh, hey what's up? (A most reasonable initial inquiry when encountering fellow humans in an abandoned insane asylum)
Them: Nothing much, how 'bout you? (Already the conversation was as normal as it could be with two unfamiliar groups meeting in an insane asylum)
Me: Same, just exploring.
Them: Yeah, us too.
Me: Have you guys been following us?
Them: Yeah, we've been following you guys since you arrived.
Me: Oh, I thought someone was watching us.
Them: Yeah, it was us.
Me: Alright, well enjoy your exploring.
Them: You, too. Bye.
Me: See you later. (We in fact never saw them ever again)
And thus concludes the frightful events of whatever date that was! OooOOooOoo!
I've got a bunch of these stories so perhaps I'll post one whenever I'm running short of words.