ok this is another FTT: Finish The Tale
i start a story, leave it trailing, and you contribute to it, also leaving the last part trailing.


Important rules that we've learned from past FTTs:

1. No retardedness. We've had retarded people say dumb jokes, and it fucked the whole thing up. look at these FTT's as examples:
http://www.metaltabs.com/forum/foru...40&pagenumber=5
I know it's damn near impossible with all the dumbasses we have on this forum, but keep it SMART, CREATIVE, and ORIGINAL. Keep all sexual and body-part related jokes to an absolute minimum. If you don't have anything intelligent to add to the story, don't even post.

2. Post at least a sentence fragment, not just one or 2 words. Longer posts (a few sentences to a paragraph) are preferable

3. Try to keep the story fresh and interesting, and leave a good trailing part for the next poster to add on to. don't blow up the world or some crap like that, halfway into the story. Also, go with the flow of the story, try to keep it with the same theme. Add to the storyline and plot, don't side track! Avoid cliches.

4. No making up things that don't exist, that means no "Green Banana men" or "Hyper-space teleporting time machine". This rule coincides with rule number 1. The story can be science-fictional, but it has to somewhat make sense.

5. If you're addressing another member after their post, write your message in a different way than the story. like put your message in italics,different color, small font, or put parentheses around it; in some way just so your message text won't get confused with the story text.

6. Don't include members of this forum into the story as characters.

7. If you're posting a story part, and it's a bit long, look out for other members already working on a story:
Who's online and what they're doing list
if you see "Replying to Thread FTT #15: A Naughty in New Zealand", wait!
so you don't waste time writing and posting, because if you post after another member who posted first, and you're parts are linked to the same story part, you have to delete your post!


You can make the story serious or have fun with it, but remember keyword = Intelligent. here we go:
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*this time, the story will be about a young businessman in New Zealand who has committed a dark, disturbing act, and the repercussions that he faces because of it. However, the narrator of the story does not reveal what exactly this act was, until the very end, where it will be a shock.
The act will turn out to be that he fucked a sheep.
So be smart, use double entendres to keep the reader in mystery as to what this act is (even though we're writing the story and know the outcome).*


Maurice woke up from his waterbed, gazed out the window of his apartment into Hutt City. People and merchants were bustling; going to and doing their jobs. He just missed the sunrise.
He started to get ready for work, Thursdays were usually busy. After he took a long shower and got dressed, he was eating his breakfast sausage.
His wife woke up too. She had a disappointed look on her face. She walked into the kitchen with her frizzy hair and PJs.
"Where were you all last night?", said Ella.
"I was just hanging out with the members of the Wellington Academy"
"Those guys? They're criminals!"
"No they're not, they just like to have a good time"
"I can't believe you're not afraid of them, i've heard of stories of people getting decapitated and disemboweled over there. Why do you hang out with them?"
"It's cause of my job honey, i got to follow through with Process B and get the deal, or my boss will be totally riding my ass"
"All you care about it money and your job. You don't spend time with me anymore. I feel as if we're coming apart, Maurice"
"I.....still love you."
"When was the last time we ever did something romantic, and you know.....got intimate...."
"Ella.... i feel tired after work, you know that. Tell ya what, tomorrow night, i'll take you out for a big lamb dinner! Just you and me. whaddaya say?"
"Alright...."
Ella pouts out her lips for a kiss. Maurice kisses her on the cheek.
"Goodbye"
and he leaves for work.

Ella goes into the bathroom to answer nature's call. but she is shocked to find "evidence" on the bathroom sink when she went to wash her hands. She was absolutely horrified, so she immediately called her father:



*do not reveal explicitly what this "evidence" is. it could be anything if you didn't know*

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On the phone, Mr. Bucketham was dumbfounded. He didn't know a single word his daughter was saying. It just sounded like a lot of static and screaming and crying. "HON!" "take a deep breath....blow out, asd speak clearly," he said. "what the hell is going on," he was thinking to himself. His daughter was a very patience and intellectual person. If something was bothering her this bad, he knew it was not going to be his best of days. Slowing, Ella started, "I found something."

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Mr. Bucketham is doubtful that this evidence points to what his daughter claims it does, he suggest that:
"Maybe he and the members of the Wellington Academy got up to some male stuff while drunk" and that she actually had nothing to worry about.
Ella was still doubtful, but decided that he was probably right, that one blemish such as this over the time that they were togeather was nothing to worry about. However she decided that she would have a look for other signs as she went about the house doing the days jobs.

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atifman can we kill off non concequencial characters, for example the father finds out what was done so the main guy and the gang go an do nasty things to him?

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yeah sure, he's not a main character. it would be interesting 'cause than Ella would be even more suspicious about Maurice's doings and club, what with her dad mysteriously dying.

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Mr. Nerdissist Cairns was the owner of Lambassfer ranch located some 30 kms north of Hutt City. Not only was Mr. Cairns the owner of the ranch, but handled all the undertakings of the ranch on his own. He even kept a count of the sheep in the ranch & knew all their names.

Cairns heard a knock.
"come in", he said.
"good morning Mr. Cairns", said a lovely young female voice.
"ahh Ms. Candlewright, good morning"
"anything new Mr. Cairns?'
"nah...just about to go get a look at my fav ranchkins"
"haha very well Mr. Cairns, lets go"

So Mr. Cairns and her assistant, the only other person in the ranch, Ms. Candlewright moved on towards the ranch.

Cairns opened the teakwood gate. The sheep were still sleeping. Cairns walked right in, waking each and every sheep as he walked, and the sheep started assembling in front of Cairns & Ms. Candlewright just as school students do in a school assembly. Cairns surveyed the scene. His eyes widened. His jaw dropped. His pupils diluted. Something was wrong !

"what's wrong Mr. Cairns?" asked Ms. Candlewright.
Cairns was speechless.
"whats wrong sir?"

Cairns took a deep breath, paused, and replied...
"Lori is missing"

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*non-story post*

how do i check whether another user is replying to the thread or not?

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*i've put the link in the first post to check if someone's online, it's on the main index of the forums, "active users list"*

*also, you mentioned the sheep thing too early! aaah. you're cutting the story short. i'll fix it.*




Ms. Candlewright: "That's 'cause you ate it last night sir"

Mr. Cairns: "........oh yeah! She was delicious! So when are we gonna talk to the members of the Wellington Academy about that business proposition"

Ms. Candlewright: "That's tomorrow at noon"

Mr. Cairns: " Sweeeet"

Mr. Cairns walked back to the office with his assistant.

meanwhile....

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"Now now Ella, just calm down i'm sure it's nothing serious. Listen.....i'll go down to Lambassfer Ranch and see if i can find anything to straighten this out. I'll call you as soon as i know anything."
"Okay daddy....i love you."
"Bye sweetheart."

Although he was baffled, his recent divorce to his wife kept him from concentrating much on his daughter's problem. He had come in early one day from a business trip.......he wasn't due back until 8pm, but the meeting was cancelled and he was told to spend the rest of the day relaxing. Well, he wasn't too relaxed when he came home to find his wife getting drilled by the local gas station boy. Johnny Denver.....the high school reject, caught in bed with the now apparent town slut. No wonder May was never in the mood, she was too busy wasting all her energy on these little fucks. Anyways.....the divorce trial had lasted a few weeks, putting strain and stress on Reginald's shoulders. He was a big man, 6'4" 310 lbs....mostly muscle.....but coming home to such a scene would crumble any man.

He pulled into the long dirt roadway leading to the Ranch. What a beautiful day it was outside. The birds were singing, the breeze was nice......the air was fresh, especially out in this area.

He approached the office, trailing his heels as he walked to excite some dirt particles into little clouds of dust when his foot caught on something. He looked down, paused, then bent over to have a closer look.

"What the...?"

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Bending over, Mr. Bucketham picked up what he had caught with his foot. It was a pen container with the phrase "To big moe, from the boys at WA". Looking inside he found no other clues as to the origins of the pen container. Walking inside the office of the ranch he asked Nerdissist;
"I found this pen container outside, do you know where its from?"

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it came from india when i was in search on inner peace with ones self. But i lost it, thnaks for finding it jeff

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*damn you spoiled wot was about to come

anyway... *

"so all you got from india was a pen container?" asked jeff bucketham.
jeff burst into a blast of laughter which nerdissist cairns didnt find quite funny.

"please come in jeff, its been a while"
"haha the same old lambassfernian hospitality matey...hug it out"

and as if made for the moment, a suspicious ms. candlewright caught the two of them hugging...and NOT in a manner you're supposed to hug an old friend of yours...there was something more to it...

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You fucking idiot. His name is Reginald, not Jeff. Fucking pay attention ass.

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Ms. Candlewright let Jeff go and said: "I've got something to show you..."

with that, she picked upi her dress, lifted it up, and showed off her..



NEW SOCKS.

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HIS NAME IS REGINALD!!!!!!! YOU CUNTS CAN'T FUCKING READ OR WHAT?!???!

RE-GI-NALD!

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"new socks!" "Yeah, " said Ms. Candlewright. "I got them yesterday at the mall."

*Recap*

Ms. Candlewright was a pretty woman, a consenting age of 34. And until this past spring, she was the town slut. Yes, she was nature's badass girl, who fucked a lot of single men. Single, because she honored the men who had wives. She wouldn't want to be in a situation such as Reginald Bucketham. My word, she felt sorry for him, as she watched him leave the office. Such a troubled man. And as for that hug, meh whatever, maybe I'm being to qualmish.
Her way of forgetting was a brisk walk to the county mall, and buy clothes. Too bad today was the last day of school for the little ones, when she got to the mall, it was complete with running screaming, and stores left in shambles. So she grabbed the closest thing, (happened to be socks) and got outta there. The reason she was "trying to forget" was because of her recent encounter with the opposite sex. SHe had never been sexually harrassed before, and it embarressed her. she was forced to not say anything to the police.

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Meanwile, Maurice was driving to work thinking about last night, he couldn'r quite remember what he had done. He remembered starting the night having (quite) a few drinks with the members of the Wellington Academy and then leaving the pub, but didn't remember anything after that untill his wife woke him up the following morning. For some reason he felt as though he had done something terrible, but didn't remember what. All of a sudden a cyclist was in front of his car...........

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"OH, SHIT!!!!" he screamed, and veered into a telephone pole. He hit with such impact, that he flew into the windshield. And as the pole fell sideways, crashing into the ground with a burst of flames, he felt darkness taking over, and fell unconscious.

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Maurice got up...only God knew how long he had been unconscious. Maurice managed to get himself in one piece with utmost difficulty. Somehow managing to get up, he took a look around. The cyclist lied unconscious at the other end of the road. Maurice crossed the road & checked the cyclist...and to his horror, he found the cyclist's eyes open !!!

"that you dick? dick hole???"

Richard C. Whole was a Brit whom Maurice had befriended on his Indian tour. Both shared a lot of common grounds. Both shared immense fascination right from Indian politicians to the cattle over there.

"uh...who?" asked Whole
"dick its me !!! maurice !!!"
"oh my what a coincidence", and Whole faded into unconsciousness.

Maurice grabbed Whole & somehow managed to get him in his shattered car.

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Whole regained concience and asked where am i? Looking around he saw that he was in the hospital, suddenly he remembered that Maurice had hit him in his car. Then the doctor walked in with Maurice

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sombody delete this fucker's post




back to the story...

...and said, "you suffered a minor head injury." "you should be out in a few days, because we want to keep a close serveillance."

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"er...surveillance?" asked Whole, confused "wot for?"
"well we just...like to keep a check on our recovering patients" replied the doc

If there was one thing Richard Whole had learnt in his 37 years of wanting to be a detective, it was when to sense something was wrong...and this was one such something-was-wrong times.

"uh uh very well doctor, thank you" and Whole lied back, just when he caught sight on something...something strange. Someone had been hearing their conversation.

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Just as the Doctor turned around to exit the room, the door leading to the hallway suddenly closed with an almost inaudible "click". The Doctor apparently didn't hear nothing, nor did our hero Maurice......but Whole wasn't so easily fooled.

Once the Doctor left the room, Whole asked: "Hey, did you see that?"
"See what?"

"There was someone outside the door....just now when the doctor was talking......he.."

"Nonsense!" Maurice replied. A minute sweat had broken right above his eyebrows. "It's just your imagination.....p...probably something to do with your concussion."

"Yes......i suppose. Anyways, i have a sickening headache......i don't suppose you'd mind leaving me alone for a while so i can rest?"

"Not at all my good friend! Get all the rest you need. I'm sorry about all this.....terribly sorry." Maurice wiped his forehead with the cuff of his sleeve. As he exited the room, he made sure to close the door and hear the mechanism latch inside the frame.

Whole, more suspicious than ever, paid close attention for the next few minutes to what might be happening just outside his door. He didn't hear anything other than regular hospital sounds coming from the hall for a couple minutes until Maurice's low, nervous voice barely made it to his ears.

".......i know...........ot too serious........just..gimm....days......t'll be done."

It took Whole a very long time before he got the rest he needed.......a very long time.

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Whole tried to get some sleep. But he couldnt. He KNEW something was wrong, and he HAD to get to the bottom of it. Whole thought. He thought further. He paused...and thought again. Finally, he started thinking...just when...

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he heard the door open. Before he could see who, he heard a click behind it, probably the sound of a door locking.
"ehhhh, probably that dumb doctor to come and bother me with something."
Instead, in came a man. A huge man of that matter, bearing an almost 6ft.6, couple humdred lbs. A great white beard covered his chin. Out came a detective badge. "Hell of a day, huh?" "I'm special agent Anderson, with the FBI." "I've come to ask a few questions."

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Whole gasped for breath. He KNEW something WAS wrong here. FBI in New Zealand?
"uh dont you mean CIA agent Anderson?" asked Whole.
"eh? are you questioning my authority?"
"no sir...i just thought whether you'd have had a twist of tongue"

Anderson flashed his badge again "Read the fuckin letters F B I !!!!!"
"er...sir...it surely says CIA" replied Whole.

Anderson was confused, and shouted, "Damn the fucker gave me the wrong badge !!!!!", and went out making a big hole in the wall.

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excuse my stupidity. I changed it to the above, now change yours, he ain't gonna walk through the wall.

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we couldve done with that you know...with anderson being sent by someone to keep a watch on whole

anyway...if you say so...

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meh, now he's being sent by the president of the United States.

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"Are you Mr. Richard C. Whole?" asked Anderson.
"yeah....", replied Whole nervously "but i havent done anything wrong sir"
"dont worry you havent done anything wrong"
"very well sir then why am i being interrogated?" asked whole
"its about a certain mr. maurice clarke"
"what happened to him?"
"nothing...just somethings we wanted to straighten out" said anderson "how long have you been knowing him?"
"some 3 years...met him in india on a special business trip"
"very well mr. whole...did maurice tell you anything about a project B?"
"a project what???" asked whole in a shock.

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"Good." said Mr. Anderson. "Because if he did, you would be in great danger."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you, I'm sure you understand."
"yeahhh, I used to be an undercover cop back home in India. That's where I met Maurice."
"WHERE?!?!" shouted the boomy voice of authority.
"India, yeah it was cool, me and Maurice met in a bar called the eighth spirit, we....."
With a flash, Mr. Anderson whirled around and ran.

"wow." said Whole, Never knew a man like that could run so fast..."

Back in his car, Mr. Anderson thought for a moment. India, India, India. Two months ago he had busted a drug deal, in India. He had chased these guys for three years, from the USA, until he finally busted'em. It was a huge bust, almost 5-6 hundred men in a wherehouse. Atleast 50 -60 got away though. Eighth spirit. That was where....

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he remembered seeing Whole, one of the escepees, he was the fool who demanded sactuary in a church, and was wanted by INTERPOL. Mr. Anderson ran as fast as he could back up to Whole's hospital room only to find it empty. Meanwhile Maurice was in the mens bathroom answering natures call, wehn he got another call - from work. "Shit" i forgot to call them when i took Whole to the hospital and i am now 3 hours late. Hoping for the best he answered the phone.
"Hello this is Maurice"
"Your fired, we dont care for your tardyness or your shanagains, we hered about what you did last night and its deffinately not an immage we want for our company"
"but ...."
Maurice was cut off, his boss had hung up the phone without even letting him have a chance to explain himself, Maurice thought he should go down to the office anyway and try to sort the mess out.

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okay you two !!! read Whole's entry post again.....he's a Brit & so India is NOT his home.......

and India does NOT offer sanctuary in churches !!!

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So what if he's a british man?!?! I'm polish, Does that mean I have to live in Poland?!?!?! Fuck.
And Beastman said, "HE WAS THE FOOL WHO DEMANDED......."
A fool can describe an ignoramous too. He was an AMERICAN drug dealer. So maybe he had no idea what INDIA was like.

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okay suit yerself

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"well shit." said Maurice. I need to go back to work and straighten this out. So he went to his car, and to his surprise, he found it gone. "gasp!!" "My car!" Just in time he looked up to see his father-in-law walk steadily towards him.

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"hey maurice" he said
"dad....someone...."
"yeah i know"
"wot?" asked maurice, surprised
"yeah i know"
"you know wot?????"
"easy boy...."

maurice was dumbfounded !
"wots fucking wrong with this fat ass???" he thought to himself

"maurice, theres someone i'd like you to meet"

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"This is my father, Abes .i brought him here so we could talk. we really need to talk, son. we know your problem"

Maurice: "pardon?"

Abes: (old gramps voice):" so you're addicted to male prostitutes eh."

Maurice: "WHAATT?!?!?"

Abes: "back in dickety six, we used to hang out by the outhouses in forest preserves, we'd call em 'box socials', 'cause first we slobber over each other's lunchboxes and eat each other's lunches. and then we'd have oral sex. it was very secretive, nobody knew!"

Maurice: "What in the hell fuck are you talking about?? I'm 99.9% heterosexual! the closest thing to anything homosexual i did was when i went to Canada and had some homo milk, but that was an accident. someone had taken my regular non-homo milk and replaced it with cum. and i threw up, i did."

Dad: "listen up boy, he knows what's up"

Abes: "Don't deny it sonny, admitting your problem is the first step to recovery. first you'll wanna cut down on your male prostitutes slowly, and eventually you'll be over your addiction"

Dad: "He's right, i was the same way"

Maurice: "ok this is too weird, i am having such a strange day today. I'M FREAKING OUT."


so Maurice ran like the wind all the way to his house, barely escaping Dad's speeding pickup truck who tried to follow him. luckily Abes was driving, so he ran over many people and was eventually stopped by a roadblock set up by the police.

it was night time, Maurice, wanted to get home and get to sleep, maybe it was all a dream and he would woke up. He opened the door, and his wife was standing there, as if she was ready to confront him
She confronted him.
She held up the evidence, and said, "what the hell is this??"
she held up some more evidence in other hand, "and why is their lipstick on my underwear?"

Maurice went red in the face and said, "Ella, i can explain...."

*non-story post*
let's make him lie about the first piece of evidence, and tell the truth about the second piece (the undies)

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"WHAT ??!??!?!?!?!? How the fuck did she get hold of this? Didnt Jack throw it all out???", thought Maurice to himself, realising the day wasnt just over.

"honey i can explain", said maurice, trembling.
"oyeah? i'm listening. tell me your made-up lies...yeah go on"
"why would i lie to you?"
"why WOULD you? do you know what this is???", and Ella stretched out her hand.

Maurice made a disgusted face, one of those eeeeeeeoowwwww ones. Maurice nearly threw up.

"yeah & you have an explanation for this !!! okay i'm listening...just GODDAMN EXPLAIN you fart !!!!!"

Maurice could feel the anger...the rage of the volcano just about to explode. He surely couldnt have told her the truth seeing her reaction. Maurice thought for a moment, and a sudden glow filled his face.

"you know Dick? Dick-Hole? the guy i met in india?"

Ella was shocked to hear the name dick-hole...and started feeling all uneasy about it. no it was not because of the name...it was something else...

"D-D-D-Dick....H-H-Hole.....you surely dont mean R-R-R-Rich-h-h-hard do you?" asked Ella, trying to get herself in one piece.

"yes thats him...good ol dicky....the *stuff* on your hand is actually his. he hooked up and came over...mustve left his stuff here."

But Ella wasnt listening. Dick-Hole couldnt be back...back for her...

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