If you have a real interest in collaborative, improvisational storytelling in the Modern Crime genre click one of the following and leave a comment with details:
59%
102 deviants said What the heck is 'Collaborative Improv. Storytelling'?
15%
25 deviants said I have a microphone and I am ready to rock.
12%
21 deviants said All of the above. Plus some!
10%
18 deviants said I can write improvisational storytelling e-mails that'll win a Pulitzer.
3%
6 deviants said I have a webcam and I AM NOT afraid to use it.
We start with a premise like "A player is putting together a crew to take down a major score" and then we see what happens. The story develops in (more or less) real time and is told via video, audio, and written communications. The collaborators ARE the characters in the story and they make it up as it develops, but they are ALWAYS in character within the story world.
Some kind of role play and *cadavre exquis* ( I don't know the english version of that, but when someone start a story and the next continue the story, etc... but in real time this time ) in brief. Funny idea.
I can write like the wind!!! Although I don't know what this is all about.
-- So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Devious Comments
--
Crazy Cat
Fail in communication since 87
--
"God is a comedian, performing for an audience that is afraid to laugh."
~Voltaire
Something like that.
--
-----
Host of PORTFOLIO and DS2. Autumn Country's liaison to the real world.
--
Crazy Cat
Fail in communication since 87
--
Adopted a ZERO percent drama & dating policy. I'm not available. Deal with it.
--
Est sularus oth mithas.
--
I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
--
-------------------
One catch phrase away from living in a sitcom.
--
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Previous Page12345...Next Page