ITT: Adventure (Finished!)

Post by **DarkSurfer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:14 am

Odds wrote:Sharpen your focus and keep swinging.

>You steel your nerves and get back into the game. It seems like your family tennis tradition is coming to you. That, or its indigestion.

Nightduck wrote:Threaten to burn his lint collection if he doesn't forefeit.

>You threaten his lint collection, only to realize the Mayor is the one with the lint collection. The mayor quickly forfeits, and without a referee, the game comes to a "First to score" victory. Oh crap, its a moment of truth. You were always terrible at these.

Dzone wrote:Hell, sharpen your racket while you're at it.

>You would if you could.

Nightduck · Post by **Nightduck** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:15 am

Do as many cliche distractions as you can and hope you can score on him.

Odds · Post by **Odds** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:16 am

Distract Marte by saying his shoes are untied.

Post by **DarkSurfer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:20 am

Nightduck wrote:Do as many cliche distractions as you can and hope you can score on him.

Odds wrote:Distract Marte by saying his shoes are untied.

>You pull the touch coach routine on yourself. You act as though the team is ridiculing you on your race, so you strive to be better than that. You imagine your parents cheering you on. You pretend girls are horrified by you. you and a sensitive girl is turning face and rooting for you. You even attempt to trick him by saying his shoes are untiedIts go time now.

>When he looks down you serve, and the ball flies forward. He looks up in time to swing and it comes back. Crap.

>It seems to fly in slow motion. Your heart beats loudly. Sweat pours down your pale face. Its coming closer and closer. You grip your tennis racket tightly. Its now or never.

Odds · Post by **Odds** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:20 am

Use adrenaline rush to deliver final blow.

Dzone · Post by **Dzone** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:21 am

Hey, look, a cheetoh.

Nightduck · Post by **Nightduck** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:21 am

Swing the racket wildly with no form or care for your spine/shoulder whatsoever.

Fooflyer · Post by **Fooflyer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:22 am

Tell him that he killed your father, so he must prepare to die.

Post by **DarkSurfer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:24 am

Odds wrote:Use adrenaline rush to deliver final blow.

Nightduck wrote:Swing the racket wildly with no form or care for your spine/shoulder whatsoever.

>Its here. You swing wildly with every fiber of your asthma ridden body can muster. You hear the crowd cheer. Did you make it? I think you made it! You did it! Finally! Your heart soars, you feel like you could fly!

>Wait, is that the ball behind you? Shit. You missed. Marte scored and you lost.

Dzone wrote:Hey, look, a cheetoh.

>Hey! Your lucks turning already!

Odds · Post by **Odds** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:25 am

Kill him in a blind rage.

Post by **Merlin** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:26 am

Slice the ball.

Dzone · Post by **Dzone** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:26 am

Cheetoh's could be worth a lot in a town that has dairy products as currency. Take the snack before someone notices.

Fooflyer · Post by **Fooflyer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:27 am

And steal one of his eyes.

Post by **DarkSurfer** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:27 am

Odds wrote:Kill him in a blind rage.

Merlin wrote:Slice the ball.

>You just spent 11 pages of adventuring to get this? Oh hooblies no. You toss down the racket and tear open the tennis ball. You march toward him ready to give him such a thrashing when the crowd cannons into him and raises him up cheering and carts him away, leaving you left on the tennis field.

Nightduck · Post by **Nightduck** » Sat May 16, 2009 6:28 am

Say the match was unfair because there was a cheeto in your way.

ps great job with story.