"So this is what men do when left alone? It's very... odd."
Originally a 77,000-word Forum thread, this was, essentially, an Authonomy-wide game of Consequences.
There was no predetermined plan; no agreed storyline to follow. Authonomites simply picked up a previous post and ran with it. Some ran in directions that could scarcely be contemplated by a rational reader.
For clarity, some slight editing and reordering of posts was necessary. ‘Stage directions’ within the body of a post are as written by the poster. Inter-post comments in italics are those of the Editor.
Thanks are due to all writers who contributed such delights as Dadoo’s antler-bearing ‘chihuahuas’; Stumpo’s blood-soaked excursions into the East End; a dead otter; militant Suffragettes; crates of Borgia wine; Miss Judith Chalmers; orang utans; suspicious pies; a nude aviatrix; Queen Victoria and her demands for lobster; the Invasion of the Ladies; the Siege of Scribes; Mr Hawgood and the Guinness lines; the wonderful Orson Paddock and his false moustache; Sir Richard’s suicide attempt; cushions; and, of course, poor, devoted, down-trodden Mackie.
Your turn to enjoy.