Well the way this works is you can either join in the fun yourself or abstain and take the piss out of those that have a go, but I'm afraid you do have to pick a lane, imagin8or.
It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child.
She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin.
Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family. Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed. But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain.
As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination. For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path. But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was.
Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them.
It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the
lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child
(fullstop) She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to
Town and to the hamlet of Ruin (fullstop) Town held Rita's past and future,
her torment and her only family (fullstop) Ruin was several miles off, and on
any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed (fullstop)
But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead
of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain
(fullstop) As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need,
and into determination (fullstop) For so many nights the rain had beat so
hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose
her path (fullstop) But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the
luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was (fullstop) Her fists clenched
and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her
path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had
reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no
one would dare to seek them (fullstop) (like, for real)
