MOVIEPOOPSHOOT.COM
DISCLAIMER: This story is totally fictional and all characters are based off members from the moviepoopshoot.com message boards. I apologize to Ryall, Razorback, and Psychofiend, well not really Psychofiend, but Ryall and Razorback if their characters are portrayed wrong.
Ryall sprinted down the steps of his apartment building at full speed. E runs out of the door at the bottom floor and dives over his 1985 Subaru GL. He reaches his drivers door and opens the already unlocked door. He starts the car and drives away.
Ryall drives up to the Movie Poop Shoot office, a small industrail building with a Movie Poop Shoot logo by the front door, at about 9:30. Ryall pulls up about 100 yards away from the front door and runs through the almost 100 cars in the Movie Poop Shoot parking lot. Ryall gets inside the building and it is almost deserted. There is a reception desk and a receptionist at the front and a break room to the right of her. To her left is a door. Ryall walks through that door into a rectangular room. There is an identical door across the room from the entry door and there are about ten cubicles all along the walls, five on each side. Ryall walks up to the middle one on the right side and sits down.
After about three minutes of Solitare, Ryall's phone rings. Ryall hastily picks it up and holds it to his ear. "WHAT?" He screamed.
"My office, now!" There is a click and the line goes dead.
"Shit." Ryall mutters under his breath. Ryall stands up frm his computer and walks out of his cubicle. As he is about to the door he hears someone humming the death march and looks to his left.He sees Dave with a huge grin on his face. "Shut up." Ryall gritted through his clenched teeth. As Ryall put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a single drop of sweat roll down the side of his face.
Ryall opens the door and enters the dark office. The only light in the room is a single spotlight on a chair facing the other wall. There is a desk in front of that chair. The chair turns around and Razorback is sitting in it. "Have you straightened out what was on the website?" Ryall was shocked because in his rush to get to work on time he had totally forgotten about the mad poster. "Well, have you?"
"I was about to get to that, sir."
"Well, do it fast." Razorback said. "Get the fuck out."Ryall stepped out of Razorback's office and jogged to his cubicle. Ryall opened up the message boards and went to the "Ryall Eats Cock" thread where there are four new posts.
First Post:Sender: jjcourtright(sorry about messing you name up on the last chapter)
Time:8:21AM
"You realize you're insulting the person who runs this site. Anyway, the title, "Ryall eats Cock", has nothing to do with what you said in the post."
Second post:Sender: Psychofiend
Time: 8:32AM
"I am offically starting a pool right now. I say that Ryall won't die on Tuesday. He will die on the Sunday after Tuesday. 5$ to enter."
Third Post:Sender: Zens_7s
Time: 8:59AM
"I call Monday. That way, if he dies right before midnight and the killer thinks it's Tuesday, I win. To Ryallsucks, get a life."
Fourth Post:Sender: code6enterprises
Time: 9:32AM
"I will take Wednesday cause if he gets killed right after midnight on Tuesday and... well, you know what I mean."
Ryall clicks on the reply button on Psychofiend's post and starts to type. "I will take tuesday." Ryall submits the new post.
By Ryall's 11:30 lunch break, he had cleared up the mess with Ryallsucks but was bearing down the barrage of insults from his co-workers. "Don't worry about it." "Good job." "It's ok." 'Why would they torture me like this?' Thought Ryall. 'What did I do to them?' Ryall grabbed his usual lunch, a Dr. Pepper and a Kit Kat, and sat down at his usual table with Ming and Dave.
"Hey, guys." Sighed Ryall as he slipped into his chair.
"Hey."
"Hey." Suddenly, the cafeteria door was bust down and a big guy walks in. He stomps over to Ryall's table and glares at him.
"What?" Asked Ryall.
"Where's the money?" Demanded the big guy.
"I don't need to get it to you till' midnight."
"Oh."
End of chapter 2.
Well, I understand that my tipoff to Code6Enterprises has helped and people from moviepoopshoot.com are coming over to read the story. If you have any ideas or questions, e-mail them to me at moviepoopshootfan@yahoo.com. I will be happy to take all suggestions, except from pyschofiend. Ryall, if you want to tell me a little more about yourself to help the story then you could, if you wanted to. Thank you.
DISCLAIMER: This story is totally fictional and all characters are based off members from the moviepoopshoot.com message boards. I apologize to Ryall, Razorback, and Psychofiend, well not really Psychofiend, but Ryall and Razorback if their characters are portrayed wrong.
Ryall sprinted down the steps of his apartment building at full speed. E runs out of the door at the bottom floor and dives over his 1985 Subaru GL. He reaches his drivers door and opens the already unlocked door. He starts the car and drives away.
Ryall drives up to the Movie Poop Shoot office, a small industrail building with a Movie Poop Shoot logo by the front door, at about 9:30. Ryall pulls up about 100 yards away from the front door and runs through the almost 100 cars in the Movie Poop Shoot parking lot. Ryall gets inside the building and it is almost deserted. There is a reception desk and a receptionist at the front and a break room to the right of her. To her left is a door. Ryall walks through that door into a rectangular room. There is an identical door across the room from the entry door and there are about ten cubicles all along the walls, five on each side. Ryall walks up to the middle one on the right side and sits down.
After about three minutes of Solitare, Ryall's phone rings. Ryall hastily picks it up and holds it to his ear. "WHAT?" He screamed.
"My office, now!" There is a click and the line goes dead.
"Shit." Ryall mutters under his breath. Ryall stands up frm his computer and walks out of his cubicle. As he is about to the door he hears someone humming the death march and looks to his left.He sees Dave with a huge grin on his face. "Shut up." Ryall gritted through his clenched teeth. As Ryall put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a single drop of sweat roll down the side of his face.
Ryall opens the door and enters the dark office. The only light in the room is a single spotlight on a chair facing the other wall. There is a desk in front of that chair. The chair turns around and Razorback is sitting in it. "Have you straightened out what was on the website?" Ryall was shocked because in his rush to get to work on time he had totally forgotten about the mad poster. "Well, have you?"
"I was about to get to that, sir."
"Well, do it fast." Razorback said. "Get the fuck out."Ryall stepped out of Razorback's office and jogged to his cubicle. Ryall opened up the message boards and went to the "Ryall Eats Cock" thread where there are four new posts.
First Post:Sender: jjcourtright(sorry about messing you name up on the last chapter)
Time:8:21AM
"You realize you're insulting the person who runs this site. Anyway, the title, "Ryall eats Cock", has nothing to do with what you said in the post."
Second post:Sender: Psychofiend
Time: 8:32AM
"I am offically starting a pool right now. I say that Ryall won't die on Tuesday. He will die on the Sunday after Tuesday. 5$ to enter."
Third Post:Sender: Zens_7s
Time: 8:59AM
"I call Monday. That way, if he dies right before midnight and the killer thinks it's Tuesday, I win. To Ryallsucks, get a life."
Fourth Post:Sender: code6enterprises
Time: 9:32AM
"I will take Wednesday cause if he gets killed right after midnight on Tuesday and... well, you know what I mean."
Ryall clicks on the reply button on Psychofiend's post and starts to type. "I will take tuesday." Ryall submits the new post.
By Ryall's 11:30 lunch break, he had cleared up the mess with Ryallsucks but was bearing down the barrage of insults from his co-workers. "Don't worry about it." "Good job." "It's ok." 'Why would they torture me like this?' Thought Ryall. 'What did I do to them?' Ryall grabbed his usual lunch, a Dr. Pepper and a Kit Kat, and sat down at his usual table with Ming and Dave.
"Hey, guys." Sighed Ryall as he slipped into his chair.
"Hey."
"Hey." Suddenly, the cafeteria door was bust down and a big guy walks in. He stomps over to Ryall's table and glares at him.
"What?" Asked Ryall.
"Where's the money?" Demanded the big guy.
"I don't need to get it to you till' midnight."
"Oh."
End of chapter 2.
Well, I understand that my tipoff to Code6Enterprises has helped and people from moviepoopshoot.com are coming over to read the story. If you have any ideas or questions, e-mail them to me at moviepoopshootfan@yahoo.com. I will be happy to take all suggestions, except from pyschofiend. Ryall, if you want to tell me a little more about yourself to help the story then you could, if you wanted to. Thank you.
