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Do you want to have a writing competition?
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.....Yes. Yes I do.
@Amerikuracana I can't make anything happen until after the term ends in a couple weeks, but god as my witness this will be one for the Sherdog ages
subject - Fictional WR Lounge Meetup
This wasn't a call-out. I decided to do it because I felt like it.
Jack V. sits smugly at the table of the ‘Upscale bar.’ That is the name of the establishment, ‘Upscale bar.’ It’s a hideaway place with far too many pictures on the wall and trinkets everywhere to actually be upscale; but it was thee Upscale. Jack was early for this nervous, mistake of a meeting. The very concept of the meeting had created an impending sense of doom and anxiety for all participants, but there was no turning back for anybody. Jack was passed by multiple bar patrons who could likely kick his ass under just about any circumstance; his small arms were as noticeable as his extra thick rimmed glasses. In today's world, his power was in that nobody
would beat him up, because the smug weakling was just not somebody you tangled with for this blip in history. Jack V had successfully bet on that notion to gain a social advantage his entire life. His lack of physicality made him assume he must be smart, and it did so for many others who used short-cuts to make life simpler. Jack V was put in the difficult situation of having his smugness betrayed by the large paper name-tag he was wearing. It wasn’t that noticeable, but he felt as though he was wearing a beanie cap with plastic helicopter blades on top. He takes a deep inhale in, and sees another less-than human walk in also wearing a beanie cap white rectangle on his shirt. If there was ever a person who could raise their hand to get somebody’s attention in the way that would least attract attention, it was him. Up the hand went to shoulder height and moved back and forth, both trying to mimmick the movements of everybody else at the bar, but also trying to catch just one person’s eye.
22k (as the name-tag would say) was an older fellow, but nobody knew it. Not him, not the people he talked to, not his dog. He was sixty-thirty-five, and his clothes were part of the illusion. A knitted cap and carefully selected collared, yet untucked, shirt had “I golf with younger guys sometimes” written all over it. The 5 o’clock shadow he crafted over many moons hid a little of the aging of his skin. “I’m foolin’ em all,” his subconscious thought. There were some girls that appreciated the effort, but usually not “enough.” Looking around the Upscale Bar he only saw people blending into one another. He pretended he wasn’t too old and experienced to know how lame this scene really was, and how this weekend ritual behavior was as played out as his old VHS copy of ‘Temple of Doom,’ but he opened his eyes wide to fake being immersed in the experience.
“Nobody is going to show up to this. I can’t believe this is my fucking vacation,” the youthful old man mumbled to himself. Just then he saw a svelte fella barely waving at him. He quickly thought about walking away as if he hadn’t seen it, and just leaving the bar, but alas it was too late for cowardice. He started walking over to the low table when he ran heavily into a heavily set, but not obese person. Not looking for trouble, AKA further damage to his aching hip and knee, he put his hands defensively up and gave a non-threating smile to the large gentlemen. Upon looking down, two things caught his attention: The first was an ICP shirt that looked like it was purchased at a concert in 1995; and the second was a white rectangle with the name “HockeyBJJ” on it.
“Are you….? 22k asked clumsily.
“Hey man yeah. I’m a Sherdogger.”
There was absolutely nothing to say for a solid 3 seconds. That’s when HockeyBJJ extended a hand and said “I can’t believe this is happening.” Ol’ 22k grabbed the hand and shook because it bought him a couple more seconds of not saying anything. Then, he spoke, “Oh I think we have another Sherdogger sitting right over there,” 22k finally spit out. “Where is he?” returned HockeyBJJ even though just