Anyway, scripty scripts.
The Mystery of Hand Island
A dark night on Hand Island. The moon shines down on the sands of the beach and the palm trees glisten with their secretive moisture. Two hand people (handy men?) meet in the dark. I won't use their names so as to add intrigue.
Steven: A secret worth keeping...
Hugo: Is a truth worth shouting.
Steven: I have news.
Hugo: Does it regard....the mystery?
Steven: Which one?
Hugo: THERE ARE MANY MYSTERIES ON HAND ISLAND
Steven: Why are you shouting?
Hugo: Anyway, what did you want?
Steven: The history club is disbanded.
Steven: Yeah, it's too expensive to rent that room.
Hugo: Shit man.
Steven: Yeah it's pretty shitty.
Hugo: See you later.
Narrator: THAT IS BUT ONE OF THE MANY MYSTERIES ON HAND ISLAND
Daytime on Hand Island.
Greg: Do you think this is my real head/hand?
Fred: Your tone suggests it isn't.
Greg: YOU WILL NEVER KNOW
Enter Cobra Man.
Cobra Man: What's going on?
Fred: Two things. One, you're a racist. Two, this guy is implying he has a fake head/hand.
Cobra Man: Ahaaa.
Narrator: ANOTHER MYSTERY
Cobra Man bites the man in the head/hand. He dies, for you see. IT WAS HIS REAL HEAD/HAND.
Narrator: One less mystery, however THERE ARE STILL INFINITE MYSTERIES.
General Hackner: So this nuclear bomb would destroy the whole island if detonated.
Major Thrindel: Or improve the island beyond all reckoning.
Narrator: Truly, A MYSTERY
Bombs goes off, turns out it kills everyone.
A fitting end to the Hand island trilogy.
Messages for the two people who read my blog and leave comments like good readers:
Fenghar, did you know KC Green was from Oklahoma? You're from there right? That's kind of interesting.
Sarah, I don't have a message for you, but would it kill you to go on the forum more and be more appreciative of me? I'm dying.
I mean we're all dying but I got this feeling like I'm gonna do somethin' crazy