I will let you finish the story

Let’s play a game.

I don’t know yet how to coin it, but it works as follows:

I provide you with a hypothetical scenario and you need to act out and continue the story in whatever way you like. But only if you are up for it…

ONLY IF YOURE STOKED AND YOLKED!

ARE U READY?!

Only math allowed is EFFING TANGENTS drawn longer than your mama’s rants on your way home from school.

If it’s not giving, you loose.

Can I get a heeeeYAAAA?!

Here goes story number 1:

It’s world war 2, and you are a bombardier named Chad Ashton Traznizky stationed in Southern Italy pushing back the evil Germans to teach them the free since you represent the land of the free.

Today, you are flying your 34th mission, one set of bombs away from finally returning to your wife Ashley and your son Trevor home alone in Missouri. Your crew is ready to depart, when your phone starts ringing: it’s your wife and son!

„Ashton, honey, I pray to the LOORD he brings you home quicker than an alligator’s bite. TREVAA wants to talk to you before you go. Here, honey, talk to your papa!“

„Dad? Your vibes are so off, man. Fighting for our country is so mid, like, i-can’t-tell-my-bestie-youre-who-you-are vibes. The my-father-died-in-war traumadump anyways works better with the gals.“

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Also also: how would you call this game? Let me know in the comments!