//Okay,// Jono said, once more sitting on the edge of the Danger Shop stage, once more ready to teach the bright young minds of today how to... dick around for five minutes at a time within a loosely-defined set of rules, which he sort of hoped they had experience with when they were little and playing make-believe games, but with this crowd he wasn't going to make any assumptions. //Today's game isn't so much about what comes in the middle, though it is important that it makes sense all the same, as the parts of the skit that bookend it. Today, we're playing First Line, Last Line.//
Which he hoped was fairly straightforward based on the name alone, but again, he'd learned better than to make assumptions with this group. And he wasn't confining himself to just using questions this time around, so he could actually explain it. Joy of joys!
//Each of you will be given a sentence, at random. You'll pair off, and you can pick who gets to start the scene first. Congratulations- your sentence will be the first line of your game. Everything you play out from there will steer you toward the second sentence, the one your partner has been given, which will need to somehow be the
last line said. It needs to make sense in context, and the scene leading up to it will also have to incorporate the first line.//
He held up a hat filled with little
bits of paper.//Come get a sentence and pair off. You can compare notes for a minute if you like before you start so that you can both figure out how one line relates to the other, or you might leap in blind, though if you do that then obviously it's the job of the person with the second line to try to steer the game toward its conclusion, and you might want to consider playing through twice, with new lines and the roles reversed. Whichever you prefer is perfectly fine.//
He gave the hat a little shake.
//Now, let's get going.//