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Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: Doompocageddon!

December 18, 2012

Midday Matinee

Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: Doompocageddon!

“We’ll need an entirely new logo,” Ron said, looking at the news studio wall. “And new dates, because we’ll be back to Year One.”

Stacy sighed. “Or it will just be … Saturday.” (More)

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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Deck the Halls and The Snow Day. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


“Maybe so,” Tom said, “but it will be the Saturday after the end of the world.”

Stacy wondered if her colleagues even knew how absurd that sounded. Deciding to play along, she nodded. “Very true. Do we have the weather folks working on this?”

“We’re on it,” Will said proudly. “We have weather map icons for asteroid impacts, supervolcano eruptions, nuclear meltdowns, tectonic shifts, plague outbreaks, and extraterrestrial invasions. I’m still tweaking the one for zombie hordes.”

“What about Godzilla?” Ron asked.

Will shook his head. “Trademark rights. I tried.”

“I wonder,” Stacy mused, “if trademarks will still apply after the end of the world.”

Ron looked at Will. Will shrugged. “I guess I could ask legal.”

“While you’re asking them,” Stacy said, “you might also ask whether our contracts will continue. I’m fairly sure the end of the world would qualify as a force majeure.”

“It might, yes,” Ron agreed. “What’s your point?”

“I’m just thinking I might be your boss on Saturday,” Stacy said. “Since it’s the Year One and all that….”


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  • winterbanyan

    “In fact,” Stacy continued, warming to the idea, “I could just use the morning news show to announce I’m queen of the world!”

    Ron looked as if he had just eaten a lemon. “Um. Maybe we won’t have power to broadcast if it’s the end of the world.”

  • addisnana

    Tom was busily typing away at his keyboard intent on something. Stacy looked over at him and asked, “Hey Tom, what are you working on?”

    Tom looked up and shrugged. “I’m writing instructions for whoever comes next and inherits this mess. I’m calling it lessons not learned. I figure if Doompocageddon is coming it is the least I can do. If Doompocageddon doesn’t come, it may be my New Year’s Resolutions for the planet.”

    Stacy thought for a minute and then said, “Wow the whole planet, that’s pretty ambitious. How do you know that the zombies or whoever comes next will be able to read what you’re writing?”

    “Not my problem,” Tom replied. “If the insects inherit the earth, they’re on their own.”

  • NCrissieB

    “We don’t have ego issues, do we?” Will asked, looking over Tom’s shoulder.

    “What do you mean?” Tom asked.

    “I think Will means your title,” Stacy said. “The Gospel of Tom.”

    “Oh,” Tom said. “That’s just a working title. I’m sure I’ll come up with something better by the time I publish it.”

    Tom Speaks?” Will suggested.

    The Prophet Tom?” Stacy chimed in.

    Tom’s Mirror and Other Important Thoughts?” Ron added.

    “Hey,” Tom said, looking at Ron. “That’s not bad, actually.”

  • addisnana

    Doubting Thomas,” said Stacy. “If the world is still here you would have been proved correct to doubt its demise. If the world ends, well you’d be dead wrong but know one would know.”

    “That’s a win win.” said Will, “I like it.”

    “Or,” Ron added, “It’s lose lose.”

  • NCrissieB

    “Win win or lose lose,” Tom said, “I’m not sure it portrays me in the manner befitting my status in Year One after the end of the world.”

    “Tom,” Ron said, “you’re the backup weekend anchor at a local station in the country’s three hundred nineteenth largest television market. What status is that, exactly?”

    “Up and coming,” Tom said.

  • winterbanyan

    “Only if it’s not a real lose-lose,” Will remarked. “We lose if the world doesn’t end because all our programming plans will be useless. Or we lose if it does end and we can’t use all these great charts.”

    Stacy rolled her eyes. “Am I the only one who thinks something is missing there?”

  • NCrissieB

    “No, he’s right,” Ron said. “We’ve staked our professional reputations …”

    Stacy snorted.

    “… on Saturday being Day One of Year One after the end of the world,” Ron continued. “Do the P.R. folks have any damage control strategies?”

    “They’re working on it,” Pete said. “But I haven’t heard from them since they ate those military surplus packaged meals you served at lunch.”

  • NCrissieB

    Will’s phone thundered. He shrugged and said “It’s my new text message tone.”

    “Are you going to check it?” Stacy asked. “Or do you wait for the lightning?”

    “I’m checking now,” Will said. And did. “Wow, cool! I like it! We have a zombie horde icon.”

    He passed the phone to Ron, who nodded appreciatively. “Who did the art?”

    “It’s not art,” Pete said, looking at the image. “Those are the P.R. folks coming out of the restrooms.”