NBA Draft Popcorn Story Numero Dos
The clock was ticking, knees were wobbling, and Proud Grandpa was afraid he wasn't going to be a ble to make it. He looked both ways, and made his next step, his arms and cane were trebling of fear, with only 19 seconds remaining, and 8 long feet to go, he took another step, and relaxed, he was starting to think it was too late, there were only 13 seconds left, and still 7.5 feet left to go. He recollected himself, and took yet another step. This was crunch time, where legends were made, he took another step, another, and yet another, all of a sudden he was just 1 foot away, but only 4 seconds left until the light would turn red. His joints ached and his blood pressure soared or plumeted, not sure whether you've got High BP or Low) He had just one last step to go. He slowly moved his cane foward, then liftedhis right foot, and set it on the curb. He just needed to get him left foot on the sidwalk, but he had just 1 second left, he closed his eyes, and lifted his left foot. He quickly moved it toward the curb, there was just a split second left, he anxiously put his foot down, looked up at the signal..... and he had made it! The old gieser had made it. He thrust his arms and cane up in the air in celebration, but he sprained his lower back in the process, he fell to the ground in despair, and moaned in pain, just at that moment Scottoant 93 was driving right by the scene at the moment, carried the old fellow into the car, and drove him off to the Hospital.
Someone create the next scene at the hospital.
A) That was the first of your posts that I have actually laughed at
B) That really has NOTHING to do with the story. (And before you say my "Indiana basketball" post had nothing to do with the story, I will say that I started and ended that plotline (It was a joke) instead of taking this story into a whole new random direction.
Nurse WizardOfOz wheels Proudgrandpa down the halls of the hospital in a gurney.
"Will he be all right?" Asks ScottoAnt, who had momentarily forgotten that he had been driving his mom's car despite only being 15.
"I may be wrong," said Doctor I May Be Wrong, "but i think he'll have to go to..."
"...THE SPECIAL WARD."
In THE SPECIAL WARD, ProudGrandpa was greeted by Cyclo (Schizophrenia), McBasketballGuru (Hallucinations), 13kavak (paranoia), and DNYCE (criminsl insanity). proudgrandpa, sensing that he was being misevaluated by his peers, pounded on the doors of THE SPECIAL WARD, begging to be released. Suddenly, however, a thunderous pounding was heard outside the window.
"It's the PointsMonster!" shouted WizardOfOz.
The Points Monster reached his hand through the window. but little did the primitive monster know that doing so would be his undoing.
He grabbed Proudgrandpa, Cyclo, McbasketballGuru, 13kavak, and DNYCE. But when he did his point-sucking thing, he was overwhelmed by the amount of negative points. The monster collapsed and his short-lived reign of terror was over.
Suddenly, DNYCE turned to his fellows. "I just recieved telepathic messages from my white frie- I mean alien frie- I mean some guy who is telepathic named llperez. he says to come join him in his hunt for the earthli- I mean Illumina- I mean flaming lesbian, tli232. Who shall join me in my gay witch hunt?"
Cyclo agreed because none of his lesbian friends cared about combine numbers, instilling a deep-seated hatred for them. McbasketballGuru disagrees with everything the majority of society believes, so he was very anti-homosexual. 13kavak hated gays because homosexuality was against his jeiwsh religion. And ProudGrandpa had had anti-gay sentiments since the events of the 1960's.
So this unlikely fivesome was off to find tli. They stole the car that Jamminlemon the valet was parking and drove towards the suburbs...
Back in the Hospital......
Mc Dunkin was frantic-
"I don't think he'll make it, his spinal cord is damaged, and his neuron receptor is also damaged, not sure if we can save him."
A frail gimpy, and druged Proud Grandpa asked-
"Are my Grandchildren here."
Mc Dunkin responds by saying-
Just then a group of around 14 kids ranging from ages 6 to 28 come racing through the door, but they're wearing party hats and celebrating.
"Oops, he's still alive" says one of his granchildren
The oldest grandson approached Mc Dunkin.
"How's he doing" he asked
"We don't think he's gonna make it" said Mc Dunkin
His grandchildren pretends to sob, spent some last moments with Gramps, and then went clubing.
But there was still very little chance that Gramps would survive, his delicate and fragile body were too weak to go through another loss to Dale Worthington.
Just at that moment, the doors swung open, and a tall and handsome young man entered.
"Aamir543!" Said Mc Dunking, "You and your Indian swag is all that can save Proud Grandpa, please, save this worthless piece of junk!"
"It would be my honor" quiped Aamir.
Aamir and his team (His fellow Indians I May be Based and Toronto Raptors 10) quickly raced to work. They operated to Proud Grandpa, but even their mastery seemed to be failing.
"Nothing's working!" Said I May Be Based."Can we just pull the plug"
"No!" shouted Toronto Raptors 10 "Human life is too valuable too just "pull the plug", no matter how hated a man is, it is never acceptable to just let life go because society views the person as an outcast."
"We don't have time for your nonsense," said Aamir 543"Bring in the Specialists!"
In came Indiana Basketball, MDymes, and Based-Out-Like-23. The team of 6 got to work and was making progress.
"Dang Dude, you got hella sh!t in yo back" said Bol-23
"It's just an old people thing" said Indiana Basketball
"You would know" said Indiana Basketball
All bickering aside, the now "Dream Team" was able to save Proud Grandpa and bring glory to the NBA Draft.net community.
However, the trolls, were still out on a mission of their own.......................
THIS MEANS WAR. ACTING LIKE MY CONTINUATION OF THE STORY NEVER EXISTED AND WRITING YOUR OWN? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE ONLY CONTINUING OFF OF YOUR OWN POST? THATS SAD, AAMIR. But I'm not mad.
Now, I think my continuation was better, and, after all, Aamir's was continuing off of his own. But I think its up to OJJ and NoMoney, the dudes who MADE this thread to decide. Please choose the story that is honestly the best to continue. and then disregard the other one, which, I think, should be Aamir's.
Who posts a chapter, ignores the next person's chapter, and posts again, right from their own chapter? I'm sorry, but that has me pissed.
Integrity, my friends
I haven't had the chance to read any of the new entries yet (I will later tonight), so don't take the following too personal...
This topic belongs to OJJ and I. We've been working for 22 months on Popcorn Dos and have created over 100 pages on Microsoft Word. Needless to say, we have become very, very possessive of it.
I love the out-of-place creativity that comes from this site, so why not copy-and-paste your stories into a brand new Popcorn Story Four? ProudGrandpa and aamir would be an interesting collaboration, or you guys could just open it up for anybody else to put in entries.
Don't get me wrong, I agree with you that this is your and OJJ's thread. That doesn't mean that other people haven't been adding to it sporadically, as well. I don't plan on adding anything else, either. And Aamir started it.
I'll just be interested to see where you go from here.
Is this you, Aamir?