THE NEVER-ENDING STORY GAME

[SODAPOPBOB]

"THE HAUNTED BOTTLE FACTORY STORY"

So I explain the situation to my buddies and ask ... "Are you game?"

 

[glass man]

DAMN RICK I THOUGHT I WOULD BE IN HERE BY MYSELF FOREVER...WE WILL KEEP A LID ON THIS PLACE AND SELL ONE EVERY GREAT ONCE IN AWHILE...

MEANWHILE I HEARD BEFORE I WANDERED IN HERE THAT BOB HAD PERMISSION TO GO TO A BOTTLE FACTORY THAT CLOSED RIGHT AFTER WW2 STARTED! IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE HAUNTED OR SOME SUCH..BUT AFTER BEING IN HERE FOR I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG...THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PIECE OF CAKE TO ME...COURSE RED CAN HELP US THERE ALOT ...SOUNDS LIKE A SCOOBY DOO PLOT WITH BOTTLES THOUGH!!!!!

NOW HOW DO WE GET OUTTA HERE AND COULD I BORROW YOUR LIGHTER TO LIGHT A FART?? JAMIE

 

[SODAPOPBOB]

Some members of the team want to know more about it first before committing themselves to possible danger, so I explain that the property consist of a total of seventeen acres, which include no less than twenty-nine old buildings and warehouses. Plus an old railroad spur that used to run right through the center of the property. Not to mention numerous old houses where the workers lived, and a series of underground passages that linked everything together in a never-ending labyrinth of tunnels and mazes. But we only have until tomorrow at sunrise to get there, or else the bid to explore it will be granted to someone else. "What say ye my my compadres, are you ready for the most exciting adventure of your lives?" I go to my tent to relax and sober up while everyone discusses it between them.

 

[SODAPOPBOB]

Before nodding off to sleep I receive one final text message from my lawyer. There is an old photo attached to it that he describes as having been taken at the old bottle factory shortly after it closed in 1942. Two days after the photo was taken the factory was closed for good and not a "living" soul has been back since. Below is the photo from my cell phone that haunts my dreams as I slowly drift off to sleep.

 

[Ratzilla]

Well, not only did we haul all 14,000 stoneware beers out of the ale vaults and up to the surface, we managed to winch up the Stanley Steamer as well, I think it's worth more than the bottles, plus I need something to tow my disabled van with. Up on the surface again, things have been happening - some guys are burying the wrecked cop car in the hole, while rick is loading a uhaul with crates and crates of puce flasks...these suckers aren't going to be worth $10 now, but then neither will the stoneware beers. I hear talk of a big exploration opportunity at an abandoned bottle factory accross town and can't help but wonder....do the tunnels over there connect to the ones over here? We aquire more beer and ponder the situation....

 

[SODAPOPBOB]

In my state of half consciousness, I hear someone ask whether the tunnels connect. And then I hear someone else say ... "Memphis and Chattanooga are a good two hundred miles apart. So I would say it is very unlikely the tunnels go that far. But if we all jump in the bus or whatever other vehicles are available, we can be there by sundown."

 

[Angelpeace]

I was just about to file a missing person's report with our local police, when Jamie thought to borrow a cell phone and call to let me know that he wasn't dead, just on the adventure of a lifetime with all of his wonderful bottle buddies. "I'll be home eventually," he said, "And maybe I'll have enough stuff that we'll never have to worry about money again." I had a suprise for him, but I was so mad that he just took off without letting me know where he was going or who he was with, I decided I'd save the suprise for later. "Have a good time, baby. Just don't break another leg."

 

[RICKJJ59W]

Wow it wasn't a BAD DREAM it was real! Im ruined, Once this gets out, no more rare puce eagle---------------------------->Bang*

 

[glass man]

ORIGINAL: RICKJJ59W

Wow it wasn't a BAD DREAM it was real! Im ruined, Once this gets out, no more rare puce eagle---------------------------->Bang*

HA! THE NEVER ENDING STORY IS ABOUT TO....END? RICK AND ME ARE STILL STUCK IN THIS TUNNEL...WHO AM I TALKING TOO? IS THIS LIKE IN THE DYLAN SONG "MR. JONES"? RICK O RICK WHERE ARE YE...MY WIFE SAYS I GOT A CELL PHONE...YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS SO WE CAN GET OUTTA HERE!! HELP YALL..WRITE OR WE WILL DIE HERE WHEREVER HERE IS!! JAMIE

 

[Dugout]

Well, I'm stuck on page 9 with a really bad sprained ankle and nobody seems to want to rescue me. I guess I don't look like a bottle or something.[][]