Thingy had a great idea on her blog last week. The idea is to take one basic scenario and then write it in the style of different authors. Be sure to read her post first. I loved it, and I just had to try a few of my own. But read Thingy’s original post and get the aforementioned “gist” before you read mine.
H.P. Lovecraft (Cosmic Horror)
Into the blasphemous January gale stepped Jack Wilmarth. By the banks of the inconceivably ancient Massachusetts river, he surveyed the queerly-shaped yews. At length, he selected a log and aimed with his axe a blow at it, but the bizarre atmosphere of that eldritch locale distracted him, and he chose an unfortunate angle and wounded his thumb. As the wound spread onto the snow, he turned to behold a strange motor approaching along the ancient mountain paths trod in antiquity by the native tribes…
P.G. Wodehouse (Humor)
“What ho, what ho—it seems young Jack has made a frightful fool of himself!”
“Well, the young buffoon seems to have gone out for a bit of a ramble and thought to himself he’d try his hand at wood-chopping—you know, like those frightful blighters who go about in check shirts and great hats do—but it seems he rather gave the wood a bit of miss and hit his own hand instead. Caused a bit of a scene on the snow, I mean to say! Must’ve looked like the first scene of A. Christie’s latest, I should think!”
“Most distressing, sir.”
“Yes, well, if his fiancée hadn’t happened by in her car so they could biff off to hospital, I think we might have found ourselves reading about the poor fish in tomorrow’s obituaries. Still, all’s well that ends well, what?”
Ayn Rand (Objectivism)
The weak, contemptible looter Jack was far too incompetent when he stepped out of the cabin to chop wood. He was weak-willed, and incapable of realizing Man’s natural superiority over nature, and so foolishly cut his thumb and bled deservedly in the snow. For he had failed to comprehend the eternal philosophical truth that…
[5,000 similar words omitted.]
…he raised his head to see a beautifully-made automobile approaching through the wood, demonstrating Man’s mastery of metal to conquer the Earth.
Thomas Hardy (Tragedy)
Jack made his egress from the small-gabled forest cabin of round logs, with a view to perhaps building a fire to warm him and heat his comestibles. But alas, it is often the case that Fate will frustrate the efforts of mortals endeavoring to improve their situation, and so he was dismayed to injure his thumb on the instrument he used for the task. He saw the snow around him turn crimson, and glanced up to see a vehicle in the lane beyond the cabin, but it passed him by. It is ever so that cruel Fortune will present to us the means of salvation, only to just as quickly snatch them away…
(A Role-Playing Video Game)
[Set Player Name. Player name = “JACK”]
[You see a door inside the cabin. Open it? Y/N]
[JACK chooses “Y” Exits to snowy morning scene. You see an “Axe of Unbeatable Strength” Use? Y/N]
[JACK chooses “Y” Damage: self = 10 x 2 CRIT. Damage: Log = 0. HP – 20]
[Play cinema scene of car pulling up.]
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