Weekly Challenge #904 – Overhead

Richard Tom Serendipidy Lizzie Norval Joe Planet Z The next topic is PICK TWO Why should I?, Rhymes with…, Grasp, Heinz 57, Loop, Unleashed. TOM Escape From SF In 2030 Primer Trump declared the San Fransisco Commune enemies of the state. A fleet of drones hoovered overhead on the south end of the peninsula raining down a sheet of flame. Over the next three years the regent was placed under the Federal Bureau of Prisons. Maximum Security Facility. Trump got his wall. Behind it went everyone who ICE rounded up. If they weren’t bad hombres before, they are now. I’m held up in the Mount Sutro tower. Me and Jack are working on a plan. If it works, we’re all leaving, Codeword: Overhead. We’re coming after you old man. As for the reason for my Absence It seems fitting to end this tale pretty much in the place I began my Podcasting career. In da wake of the Bush Administration, we thought it wise to have a bolt-hole in Canada. So collectively we bought the house I currently writing this. During the summer of 2005 I came up here, spent a week choosing just the right podcast name. What I settle on in this very room was Footnote. For three years Jim and I did 150 shows. With Jim’s death it has became impossible to keep the house here so this is the last four day before the new owner moves in. It has taken a year to close accounts and end business relationship. Much was lost and much needed to be fixed. What I am thankful for is our writing brotherhood. As for the reason for my presents: your support. My new goal: 20 years. RICHARD Death by… I thrust at the fearsome beast as it advanced, jabbing my sword at its exposed throat repeatedly. Suddenly, I stumbled, losing my footing and falling backwards. Unable to recover, the monster was upon me, slashing at me ferociously with claws and teeth. My end was near. It drew back, ready to deliver the fatal blow; using the last of my strength, my sword flashed in my hand, separating the beast’s head from its body. “Erm… Are you with us?” Roused from my daydream by the presenter’s voice, I returned to reality. “Now, let’s look at staff overhead. Next slide please” SERENDIPIDY Ignore the explosions overhead, you’re perfectly safe down here. I promise you. The reinforced concrete is a metre thick, the airlock is hermetically sealed, and the air supply is hepa filtered through activated carbon. Whatever they throw at us, we’re going to be just fine, nothing will get through to us, I can guarantee it. Although, regrettably, there’s been one tiny oversight. Somebody forgot to stock up before the attack started, and I’m afraid we only have food sufficient for two days. But, that’s OK, I’m going to eat you instead. I lied, when I said you were perfectly safe! LIZZIE “Who paid the rent?”<br /> The studio was in full swing, over-booked even, and no one bothered to pay the rent for several months.<br /> What could he do? He was just a sound technician.<br /> One day, some goons wrecked the whole place. A fortune in high-end equipment smashed to pieces. Not to mention the broken arms and legs.<br /> The studio was rebuilt soon after.<br /> The mob was now managing it.<br /> Things ran smoothly.<br /> He was happy.<br /> Good thing he had removed some of the expensive equipment ahead of time. The goons got there earlier. Something about a football game on TV. NORVAL JOE They ran through the forest as the last of the clouds dissipated overhead.<br /> Billbert stopped. “Let’s join hand