Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Interactive story

Scene opens with a long shot. Location: Top secret Nuclear Missile Command. People are milling around. Suddenly the door opens and a harried looking man rushes inside. He is the NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISER. He is on the verge of panic.

NSA: Who's the lead programmer here? Where is he?

An intern points towards a lonely guy sitting in a cubicle on the far end. The guy JOE is fat, almost bald. He's wearing a faded t-shirt and drinking coffee from a paper cup. The NSA runs over to the cubicle.

NSA: Quick! We have no time to lose. We have to override the launch command!

JOE: Hey! calm down, man! What happened?

NSA: A janitor accidentally pressed the deploy button on our ICBM control! The missiles are pointed directly towards us! If you don't override the launch we'll all die! HURRY!


JOE is a programmer.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Fairy Tale

There was once a kingdom in a land far far away, ruled by a wise and noble king.
The king was blessed with two lovely children: A prince who was the most handsome man in the kingdom, and a princess who's beauty was unsurpassed. Under the king's just rule, the kingdom and it's people prospered.

Alas, all good things come to an end. A vicious dragon, accidently freed from the magic spell binding it, began to attack the people of the kingdom. Everyday it would devour an entire village. The terrified people beseeched their king to save them from this menace.

The king made an announcement: he promised the brave soul who slays the dragon the hand of his daugher in marriage. Hearing this, every knight in the kingdom donned his armor and set out towards the forest: for the man who married the princess would truly be the luckiest of men.

One after the other the knights tried to kill the dragon, but none succeeded. The dragon was too savage and strong.

With the death of each knight, the king grew more despondent. At last, when there were no more knights left, a man with an axe stepped forward. "I would like to try to my luck with the dragon, your majesty", he implored. "Are you a knight, my good man?" asked the king, to which he replied "No sire, I am a humble woodcutter". "Very well, you may try.", said the king, without much hope.

The woodcutter didnot recklessly confront the dragon as the knights did. He studied the habits of the dragon for many days. He noticed that the dragon always drank water from a pond, which gave him an idea. He made a special potion from the bark of some trees, which he mixed into the pond, which made the dragon go to sleep. He then cut the large trees around the dragon thus crushing it. The dragon was finally dead.

When he returned to the palace, he was greeted with great applause. The king came to meet him at the doorstep. "You have saved our kingdom, for which I am thankful. As promised, I give you my daughter's hand in marriage". The princess smiled shyly. The woodcutter hesistated for a moment, then whispered something into the king's ear. The king was lost in thought for a minute, then he replied "Very well, if that is what you want, so be it".

The woodcutter and the prince lived happily ever after.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Grad Side Story

Acula was nervous. Dressed in black robes with a ridiculous hat on his head, he was fourth in the long line of graduates at the convocation. This was a moment he had been waiting for all his adult life - the culmination of his dreams.

"Aaronson", the Dean's voice boomed on the PA system.

Acula glanced towards the audience, his eyes seeking out his beloved. Nalini was chatting with his dad, but she caught his eye and smiled. Kind, patient Nalini - never complaining, never judging.

"Abigail", called out the Dean in his deep barritone voice.

Acula glanced behind. Nitin was too busy chatting with Martha to notice him. Nitin, his best friend for a little more than 4 years.

"Abrokovitz".

Acula tried not to think of how sweaty his palms were. As he made his way closer to the podium, he tried to practise his acceptance speech for the last -

"Acula". His time had come.

The Dean was smiling as he handed out the rolled sheet of paper. "The University of Maine herebly grants you the degree of Doctor of Philosophy ...".

Acula didn't wait for the Dean to finish. In an instant, he jumped on top of the dean, pushing him to the ground. Aiming for his neck, he ripped the dean's throat out and began to drink the warm blood as it gushed out.

Acula had become Dr Acula.

Edit: Yes, I stole the idea from Scrubs. Here's the clip: