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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

CHOOSE THE STORY FOR SEASON 4!


It’s been too long, hasn’t it? You thought we’d forgotten you, right? Wrong. Season 4 is nearly upon us. The only thing left to do is for you, our adoring and long-suffering (not to mention patient) fans and readers to pick the story you want us to 
write.

Read through the following story lines and then pick your favourite. It’s as simple as making cupcakes from play-dough. We’ve all done this, right? Right?
Polls close at the end of the week. Be nice.


THE CHOICES

1.  You wake, your face stuck to the salt encrusted wooden floor. You spit a putrid rag out of your mouth and your stomach lurches until you realise that the whole floor has rolled and you are in the bottom of a ship. A large scrubbing brush lands beside you as a gruff voice chases away any doubt that you are nowhere near the seaside pub you'd been staying at. "Look lively lad. Welcome aboard the Eternal. Captain’s waiting for you and the other volunteers."  With laughter ringing in your ears, you stumble up the stairs to join a huddle of bewildered youths, no doubt press ganged in the same way you had been.

2.  After being injected with a super steroid, Cows become self-aware, rise up against their human oppressors and raise an army of vegetarians to subdue and enslave carnivores. You are a member of a rebel faction fighting back against your bovine overlords. Moo!

3. You are the newest debutante author on the block. Your books about domination and submission have given you world-wide fame. Women around the world are buying your books at phenomenal rate. Only a woman could understand women this well, then the truth comes out....you are a man.

4. It finally happened. You knew it was going to happen. Everyone knew it was going to happen. It was only a matter of time. Zombies have taken over the world. Maybe not so predictably, these zombies have no interest in devouring human flesh. In fact, they think that's gross. Nope, these zombies want sex. It's all they want and they want it all the time. They also have herpes.

5. After a heavy night of booze, babes and banging, you wake up to find yourself in the middle of a field. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but right above you in the early morning sky is a blood red moon with a second green moon a little way north of it. Sitting up, you realise that the second moon is actually the Earth and you are... where?

6. Early in your career as a young scientist, you created a revolutionary new product that is now used in most homes around the world. You were lucky and retired at a young age, so now you spend most days in bed--plugged into online gaming or B-movie marathons. You're blissfully unaware that people are getting sick around you--developing strange symptoms, acquiring strange tastes--until the media starts blaming you and picketers line up in front of your sparkly mansion. You refuse to answer the phone or peel yourself away from your PS3 to make a comment, but when a home invasion of the weirdest kind makes you see reason, you're forced into a new role. What will it be?

7. You are a top notch investigational reporter and secret agent in 2042.  You've been assigned to unearth the programmer responsible for the creation of the robot assassins who have taken out all of the leaders in the solar system and have overthrown the galaxy, placing it into marshal law.  Your mission is to uncover the programmer, travel back in time and stop the program algorithm before it is completed in 2013, when all of civilized society is thrown back into the dark ages, before calculators existed! 

8.  You are driving home from a long and boring week of work. As you stop at a red light, your passenger door opens and a small child slips in, closing and locking the door. They slump into the foot well and look up at you with frightened eyes. "Please help me. They are going to kill me."  Before you can react, you hear the rumbling sound of motorbikes as they slowly cruise down between the waiting cars. You shift your briefcase on top of the child's head and stare at the red light hoping it will turn green before the Neanderthal on the Harley stops at your window.

9. You're an aging rock star who switches bodies with a marine biologist who's studying sharks.  Since you don't know what you're doing (and you're still a little drunk and high from your last party), you leave the safety of the cage you were in and get in a little trouble.

10. You're a demon working undercover in the 'streets' of Heaven, trying to expose the criminal actions of God and his band of angels."

11.  You and your girlfriend have just spent a week cruising around the islands in Thailand. You wake one morning to find that she has completely disappeared from the boat. Her snorkel gear is still wet, but placed carefully in its normal spot.  None of her possessions have been moved or taken. You find a note tied to the wheel, simply saying, "Return the Jewels and you'll get her back."  You've no idea what it’s taking about.

12. It wasn’t serendipity that brought her into your store naked. She had red hair, big tits and was on a mission. But neither one of you knew it was all about you.

13. You're a 19th century Canadian schoolteacher who finds out there are vampires in the village cemetery.  You decide to take on the undead by yourself.

14. You and a friend stand outside an old dilapidated house. Your friend dares you to walk through the house and bring something out to prove you went in. While inside you open the door to a closet and notice an opening to a secret passage. However there is an enormous spider hanging from the doorway, and you have a huge phobia of spiders. Just as you are about to shut the door and move on, a ghost flies at you with burning angry eyes. Do you fight the spider and head for the secret 
passage, or do you stand and fight with the ghost?


SO VOTE:

Monday, June 27, 2011

HARDWOOD BLOOD CH.1 - HOTHEADED OLD GOON



BLOOD ON THE CONCRETE HARDWOOD CH.1 - HOTHEADED OLD GOON
By Steven Novak

The Chief is covered in sweat. His shirt is wrinkled, and the awful yellow stain of his pit juice is peeking out from underneath the crooks of his arms. He looks tired. He looks tired and beaten, and his face is more worn than the notoriously overcooked steaks at Rocco’s on the corner of 5th and Vine. He rubs his eyes, groans and sighs deep. When you offer him a cigarette, he waves it off. When you offer him a handkerchief to clean the rivers of perspiration running through the wrinkles on his forehead, he instead uses it blow his nose — then has the moxie to hand it back.

Lousy good for nothin’.

For a moment you consider reaching across the desk and bopping him square in the beezer. That would be stupid though — wouldn’t accomplish anything. Instead you opt to zip your gums and uncoil your meathooks. While it would be fun to put the old goat in his place, it isn’t worth your job and it sure as hell isn’t worth an unceremonious return to one of the flophouses downtown.

The Chief leans as far over your desk as he can before his belly impedes his progress. “We found two more this morning…both of them high priced girlies with gams for ages. He plugged ‘em both in the forehead, opened their chests like cans of sardines, pulled out their insides and tossed what was left in the dumpsters behind Rocco’s.”

Rocco’s? Yet another reason to stop waddling into Rocco’s at three in the morning, hopped up on goofballs and hungry for a tall stack of wheats. 

The Chief makes a fist and wallops your desk so hard you’d think it was his wife. “Find this son of a bitch! Do you hear me? When you find him, don’t you dare bring him in! The press is so far up my keyster on this one, I’m smearing them on my finger when I pick my nose!”

His eyes wide, his teeth clenchedb and his chest heaving like a doll on her back getting it all sorts of good, the old bull waits for a reaction after putting the period on his sentence.

You don’t give him one.

A second later the big lug is on his feet and heading for the door. Halfway there, he stops and turns again in your direction. “I want this egg boiled, peeled, and dropped in a Chicago overcoat by the end of the week. Got it?” 

After another puff of your cigarette, you nod. The Chief shakes his head and turns with a grunt. The fact that the seat of his britches is as soaked at the pits of his arms isn’t lost on you. 

You’ll need to burn the chair he was sitting on.

“There is one thing, Chief.”

The hotheaded old goon stops in the doorway. His back pops audibly when he turns toward you once more.

“Can’t do this one on my own. This jobbie’s playing with a full deck and I’ve got a hunch there’s a field full of dirty lettuce backing his operation. I’ll need some help.”

The Chief immediately knows exactly what “help” you’re talking aboutb and he’s immediately against the idea. “Oh no. No. No. No. You do this on your own. I don’t want those numbskulls anywhere near this case.”

You take another drag of your cigarette, lift your head and blow the smoke into the air. “You want this trouble-boy pinched? This is how he gets pinched. We need to take the direct route, Chief. No more fiddle-faddlin’ around the edge like a couple of crumb-bums betting on the bangtails.”

The Chief lowers his head and stares at his shoes over the mound of his gut. He knows you’re right. He knows you’re right and understands all too well it’s the only way. The aftermath of burger he swallowed down for lunch lurches up his windpipe and pops from his yap. You can smell half-digested onions from across the room.

“Fine. Do whatever you have to do. You bring those boys in and it’s on you. Got it? I’ve got nothing to do with this. If they drop the ball you’ll be dealing with the high-pillows, not me.”

When he leaves the room, he slams the door. 

Lousy good for nothin’.

Two minutes after that you’re on the horn with the only cats in town capable of finding the button man who’s been offing professional dames for the past month.

They offer to meet you at Rocco’s. You suggest Gino’s.

Thirty minutes later you stroll into Gino’s and spot your boys at the opposite end of the room. They’re in full gear — dressed to the nines in pinstripes and stars — afros reaching for the clouds.

They’re the best damn gumshoes the city has ever seen: Fred “Curly” Neal, Nat “Sweetwater” Clifton, George “Meadowlark” Lemon, “Sweet Lou” Dunbar and James “Twiggy” Sanders. They’re the Harlem Globetrotters, and there ain’t a jingle-brained jasper been born that can put one over on them.

While Meadowlark meets you with a smile and shakes your hand, Twiggy sneaks up behind you and pulls your trousers down. The regulars at Gino’s erupt into laughter.

Despite the Chief’s reservations, you know you’ve made the right choice.

You fill the boys in on the situation over a family style plate of Gino’s three-meat lasagna. Sweet Lou dives in for seconds before everyone has finished their firsts. You let it pass — only because it’s Sweet Lou.

When dinner’s done and Curly has licked his plate clean, you loosen your belt, let your lasagna-laden belly flop free, and ask the boys if they’re willing to help.

Sweetwater retrieves a basketball from under the table, spins it on his finger and transfers it to the tip of your fedora. As expected, the trick elicits a round of cheers from Gino and his loyal patrons.

With a smile and a wink, Sweetwater adds, “Does that answer your question?”

Honestly, you’re not exactly sure.

Before you can respond, the sound of some chickie screaming just outside the front door fills the air. Sweetwater’s ball still spinning on your noggin, you and the ‘Trotters are on your feet quicker than a con in a creep joint. By the time you make it to the street, the leggy broad with the impressive screambox is already dead. Her chest’s ripped open and her intestines have been pulled halfway down the block.

A crowd of onlookers is already beginning to swell. The dames are in tears and a few of the Brunos don’t look much better. The damn newsie-leeches are already on the scene, forcing their way into the swelling crowd and starting a ruckus.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall drink of water in a dark trench darting into an alleyway on the opposite end of the street. You retrieve the heater from the holster on your hip.




Monday, June 20, 2011

SEASON 3 WINNER ANNOUNCED!

The polls have been closed and the story for the first half of Season 3 has been announced.

You picked it and we're giving it to you.

The fun starts next week!




Friday, June 17, 2011

CHOOSE THE STORY FOR SEASON 3!

We've kept you waiting long enough.

It's time for the insanity to begin anew.

It's time for, Season 3!

As always, the choice of story is in your hands. Read through the choices below and cast your vote for what story you'd like the COD Crew to take a stab at. You pick it and we'll write it. It's as simple as that.

Be nice.

The polls close on Monday afternoon!


THE CHOICES

1. You step out of the shower and discover you've entered the 1st circle of hell. You've got to escape the 9 circles within 6 days or you'll burn in hell forever.

2. You wake up one morning to find you've grown a tail and pointy ears. Now you have to figure out why and run from the crazy scientist who wants to turn you into a lab rat.

3. You arrive for a vacation in Cancun to discover a hurricane is headed right for your resort.

4. You awake on the back of your horse trotting along the edge of a desert canyon. Within the canyon is a pirate shipwrecked, on the horizon is a town set ablaze, and you're soaking wet with salt water.

5. You are on a beach holiday and a Bottle washes up on the shore at your feet. Inside the bottle is a ring and a message; message reads "Put me on". You put the ring on...

6. You wake up laying on a gurney in the hospital morgue. You notice the medical examiner currently has his back to you, talking with the officer who shot you after you murdered the shop keeper. Do you slip off of the gurney and go for the cops gun or do you slip out the door while no one is looking.

7. You are a camerman for the hit TV show Jurassic Jaunt and there's only 2 problems: A) the scientists created monstrous versions of nature's extinct reptiles and B) most of the contestants and TV control building just got made dead by the restored creatures. The last thing you heard was a radio call from an incoming helicopter and you have 16 hours to make the harrowing journey through the dino-infested jungle and past any surviving contestants to secure your spot on rotored salvation.

8. Your shadow won"t stop farting and there's no way to get away from it.

9. You’re a genius; a very bored genius working as a janitor in top secret government compound that houses advanced weaponry. A chain of unfortunate events has you quit your job, torch the place, and take off with a shit-ton of big-boy (or girl) toys. You turn to your comic book collection to determine your fate. Shall you become a hero, or the villain?

10. Election Day and you're the shit-hot favourite to be the next president of the United States; that is, until your mother turns up and says you're not her child, you're not even an American...and you're not even from Earth. Do you keep quiet and hope this goes away or do you seek out the truth? The clock is ticking...

11. You're a hard-nosed gumshoe and you're hot on the trail of a killer known only as Dead Hooker Harry. Unfortunately you can't solve this one alone. It's too tough. You'll need the help of your old friends, The Harlem Globetrotters.

12. You're an author locked in a mansion with 13 other authors writing a Choose or Die story. Unfortunately one of the other authors wants to take all the credit for the amazingly well written story and is killing the rest of the other authors off after every chapter. Who is it and how will you survive?

13. Walking home you're struck by lightning. Instead of a good zap, you are warped into an alternate world filled with creatures of myth and folklore and everything else. The only way to get home is to successfully complete a series of tasks each with it's own risks and temptations purposely masterminded to cause you to fail. Danger lurks at every corner. Will you make it out alive?

14. You stumble out of bed, rubbing your eyes. You blink trying to make out the bleary shapes within your bedroom. A scorching spotlight is suddenly switched on and you feel your retinas burning with the intensity. A booming voice surrounds you. “For your crimes against humanity, you will be punished. Clemency has been granted however and you have the choice of three doors. The first will take you to a space in time where can alter those decisions, the second will take you to a space in time where you must live with the results of your crimes, the third will take you straight to the courtroom where you will be tried. Choose wisely.”



 




























Monday, June 13, 2011

A NEW SPONSOR AND A NEW SEASON!

We promised that we'd be back and we like to keep our promises.

The crew will be returning for Season 3 in the near future!

Expect an official announcement in the coming weeks. Until then, feel free to check out our fully archived seasons HERE

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

THE SEASON 2.5 TRAILER!

Season 2.5 starts next week!

That's right, we're jumping right into this one.

Want a quick glimpse of what to expect? Check out the trailer!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

SEASON 2 HAS A STORY!

You've made your choice.

Now it's up to us to write it.

The story for our second season has been given a name and that name is...



Trailer coming soon.

Friday, September 17, 2010

CHOOSE THE STORY FOR SEASON 2!

The time has arrived! Season 2 is right around the corner, and we need your help in choosing our next story!

Below are 11 possibilities dreamt up by this season's crew. Read through them, pick the one you like, place your vote below, and we'll do our best to write it up.

It's so simple a monkey could do it.

A really dumb monkey.

The monkey the other monkey's always laugh at.

Not that I'm calling you a dumb monkey or anything...no, that would be rude.



CHOOSE THE STORY FOR SEASON 2!

A. You're separated from your coworkers during a team building exercise and you get lost in a carnival. You're stuck inside after the places closes, and things go bad in the night. Find your way out.

B. You get off a train at Grand Central Station, only it's not the New York you were expecting. Your family are not there to greet you. Instead you're faced with an army of spider-like robots, each with an Amazonian warrior woman by their side. They're looking for you. Which way do you run?

C. Beneath the slimy mud of a lonely planet on the outer rim sleeps a terrible menace. You and a group of pioneers from earth are dropped in an effort to colonize the planet and one of you wakes the creature. Can you survive long enough to be rescued?

D. You wake up in the desert without a stitch of clothing and no idea how you got there. The night before you were at a hotel convention for high tech weapons industry and came face to face with your ex. Being in a good mood and forgiving, you go to dinner with them. Now you wonder if maybe there was another purpose to that supposedly random meeting.

E. you're taking a vacation in a far off land. You get on the wrong train and witness something totally bad (ie murder kidnapping something). No one believes you and you get kicked off of the train for having no ticket... but someone knows you've seen something you shouldn't have. Now you're on the run!

F. You're an aging A-list celebrity (by tinsel-town's standards) who begins losing roles to younger celebs. You make a drastic decision to go under the knife, but are not prepared for the results.

G. You're a rookie package delivery person. You're making the last delivery of your first week on the job to a small office. There is no receptionist and you begin to search the office for someone to sign for your package (lol...I said package). You open a door (that should have been locked) and you accidentally step into the secret lair of the city's most loved super hero.

H. You become the heir of a very distant relative's fortune in the Republic of Kalmykia*. Along with it, comes the added responisbility of his genetically mutated pets, reanimated corpses, and maintenance of his secret lair. While your relative is closely tied with the World Domination Front, you have a heart of gold and love for all living things. You hope to use your newly aquired wealth to right the wrongs and injustices in the world, but in the meantime you will focus on the local corrupt and the upcoming Chess Olympiad.

I. You're on vacation and your plane gets sucked into the vortex that is the bermuda triangle. On the other side you find the lost city of Atlantis which is currently at war. How will you get out alive?

J. You disguised your time machine as your shower; it malfunctioned, and now you're naked in 18th century France

K. You are a mercenary who, upon taking a new contract, is inducted into a secret society with the aim of killing the monarch.