Post by Snicket on Jul 20, 2004 14:57:39 GMT -5
Just finished with this part of the story. This story is about Snicket (me) finding out valuble info on VFD. He proposes a meetup with somemembers of 667 and hopefully finds the answer. This is actually a comedy sort of thing which I am not always very good at. But I can say that you find out who the masked figure is at the end of the story. This is only part one.
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The black darkness fell over the empty room in which one member of the 667 forums was sleeping in. Snicket, was sitting at his desk, typing away at 667 Dark Avenue, trying to make up all the posts that he should of made. In his room, there was a desk in one corner and across the room was the bed in which he slept in. Along either walls were various bookcases. Snicket stared into the inky blackness of the forums. He took a sip of his starbucks coffe and opened his comnplace book. He turned to page 16 which it discussed where the grim grotto was. Snicket like any Lemony fan was very paranoid and suspected that some aspects of the books were true. Snicket studied sharks, grottos, and Giant Squids. As he read all the information he knew about the grotto, he paced back and fourth in his room. And then, like a bolt of lightning hitting him right in the face, he through the book across the room and ran to the bookcase. He opened the book Jaques Coustou's Analises of Chacharadon Charicharius and gasped. He knew where the Grim Grotto was, he just knew it. He ran back to his computer and typed a message for 667 Dark avenue. It was a sort of meetup he proposed on the matters of lemony snicket. The place in mind that he was going to meet several members at was in Atlanta Georgia, 557 Peach Road. With in minuets, several people responded saying they would meet him there. Atlanta, on the other hand was just a few miles away, Snicket decided that the best way to go, would be tocatch a cab and then get on a boat that would take him there. He walked over to the phone that was on his desk, picked it up and called the Tolkien Cab Service. When he finished, he sat the phone back on the reciver, walked over to the book case and put the Jaques Coustou's Analises of Chacharadon Charicharius back on the shelf. Suddenly, there was a ring of the phone. Snicket glared over at it. The phone kept ringing. Snicket turned to look at his computer. The computer was no longer at 667 insted there was a black and white video playing over and over again. There was a masked figure in the video holding a phone. Snicket walked over to the phone that was ringing on his desk and answered it. "Hello?" he asked. The masked figure and the voice over the phone uttered, "You have 7 days. You have seven days!" Snicket gasped and held the phone back from him at an armslenghth. "Seven days to die?" Snicket asked. "No! I am giving you seven freakin' days to find out what VFD stands for!" The line went dead after this sentance. Snicket gazed at the computer screen. The masked figure was walking towards the screen. It was as if the masked figure was going to step out of the computer. Snicket shrieked and ran out of the house.
It was very dark outside. The only light was created by street lamps. The cab which Snicket had ordered slowly appeard a few seconds after that. Snicket climbed into the back seat and then saw who his driver was. "Oh gosh! Why are you always working?" Asked Snicket. Snicket was annoyed because his cabdriver was a guy named Sam. Sam was from Bolivia and could never get anything right. If you told him to go somewhere he would go opposit. He got very annoying at times and spoke in a spanish accent. "Ohh Why do I alway pick you up? You get me soo confused! Now where I be taking you?" "Savannah." answered Snicket (He would get on a boat in Savannah.) "Okay! I take you there!"
In only a matter of milliseconds, the cab had already blast through the street. Buildings and homes passing by ever so quickly. Snicket had to clench the seat he was in for support. The cab was going so fast that Snicket could not see what was happening. He struggled over to the window and looked outside. He was no longer going past houses and buildings. He was going by a desert wastland.
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The black darkness fell over the empty room in which one member of the 667 forums was sleeping in. Snicket, was sitting at his desk, typing away at 667 Dark Avenue, trying to make up all the posts that he should of made. In his room, there was a desk in one corner and across the room was the bed in which he slept in. Along either walls were various bookcases. Snicket stared into the inky blackness of the forums. He took a sip of his starbucks coffe and opened his comnplace book. He turned to page 16 which it discussed where the grim grotto was. Snicket like any Lemony fan was very paranoid and suspected that some aspects of the books were true. Snicket studied sharks, grottos, and Giant Squids. As he read all the information he knew about the grotto, he paced back and fourth in his room. And then, like a bolt of lightning hitting him right in the face, he through the book across the room and ran to the bookcase. He opened the book Jaques Coustou's Analises of Chacharadon Charicharius and gasped. He knew where the Grim Grotto was, he just knew it. He ran back to his computer and typed a message for 667 Dark avenue. It was a sort of meetup he proposed on the matters of lemony snicket. The place in mind that he was going to meet several members at was in Atlanta Georgia, 557 Peach Road. With in minuets, several people responded saying they would meet him there. Atlanta, on the other hand was just a few miles away, Snicket decided that the best way to go, would be tocatch a cab and then get on a boat that would take him there. He walked over to the phone that was on his desk, picked it up and called the Tolkien Cab Service. When he finished, he sat the phone back on the reciver, walked over to the book case and put the Jaques Coustou's Analises of Chacharadon Charicharius back on the shelf. Suddenly, there was a ring of the phone. Snicket glared over at it. The phone kept ringing. Snicket turned to look at his computer. The computer was no longer at 667 insted there was a black and white video playing over and over again. There was a masked figure in the video holding a phone. Snicket walked over to the phone that was ringing on his desk and answered it. "Hello?" he asked. The masked figure and the voice over the phone uttered, "You have 7 days. You have seven days!" Snicket gasped and held the phone back from him at an armslenghth. "Seven days to die?" Snicket asked. "No! I am giving you seven freakin' days to find out what VFD stands for!" The line went dead after this sentance. Snicket gazed at the computer screen. The masked figure was walking towards the screen. It was as if the masked figure was going to step out of the computer. Snicket shrieked and ran out of the house.
It was very dark outside. The only light was created by street lamps. The cab which Snicket had ordered slowly appeard a few seconds after that. Snicket climbed into the back seat and then saw who his driver was. "Oh gosh! Why are you always working?" Asked Snicket. Snicket was annoyed because his cabdriver was a guy named Sam. Sam was from Bolivia and could never get anything right. If you told him to go somewhere he would go opposit. He got very annoying at times and spoke in a spanish accent. "Ohh Why do I alway pick you up? You get me soo confused! Now where I be taking you?" "Savannah." answered Snicket (He would get on a boat in Savannah.) "Okay! I take you there!"
In only a matter of milliseconds, the cab had already blast through the street. Buildings and homes passing by ever so quickly. Snicket had to clench the seat he was in for support. The cab was going so fast that Snicket could not see what was happening. He struggled over to the window and looked outside. He was no longer going past houses and buildings. He was going by a desert wastland.