narrative by piecemeal #456

I wish to begin an activity. the rules of the activity are as follows:

• in this thread, one may post a reply containing a single sentence.
• each sentence should contribute to an overall story.
• anything goes story-wise (except that which should be obvious), but each reply should be a good-faith contribution to the story, and keep in mind the cardinal rule of improv, "never say no*".
• one may not post two replies in a row.
• refresh the page right before posting to avoid conflicting replies.

I will post the first sentence.

* do not take this literally

they were at once aghast at the scene before them.

everyone had been turned into ghasts (minecraft).

they had been prepared for many things, but they could not have predicted the cacophony of screeching square specters suspended at the scene.

they tried to find a use for chairs, because they didn't want to throw all the chairs in the garbage.

Elise heaved a sigh and began directing the Paranormal Response Team to head off the incident before the victims began migrating.

she had already caught sight of signs of starting migration - they had to find a use for the chairs as soon as possible.

unfortunately for them, an evil person by the name of Jerry Z. Evilperson, appeared in the room, and started to disassemble the chairs.

the ghasts continued to lose what personhood they had left as the tethers to their previous selves became wood and nails.

the chairs became more dreading every second, turning the ghasts into a ticking timebomb

BOOM!

Jerry Z. Evilperson is now satisfied, watching one of their schemes come to fruition.

With all the chairs catastrophically and suddenly disassembled, Elise cursed quietly in gratitude that none of her team was injured.

upon seeing that the tragic fate of the chairs has caused the migration of the ghasts to complete, however, her calm regressed quickly.

Fortunately, her team's defensive cordon outside the building had held, and she didn't need to call in an orbital laser strike yet.

« Drats! » thought Jerry Z. Evilperson, who had sabotaged the orbital laser in hopes an orbital laser strike would be called in.

"this post never existed", big brother spoke.

As Big Brother was a ghast at this point, this was not particularly clear to anyone nearby.

aggravated from being unnoticed, and as ghasts are wont, Big Brother regurgitated a flaming mass towards Elise and her tactical operatives.

"Assemble the megazord!" she yelled at her team as they all dived for cover behind the broken cement walls.

it seemed hopeless, but then she realised there was a trapdoor behind her labelled "zzcxz".

She scrambled over to the steel trap door and yanked on it, but it was locked shut with an electronic padlock, and her handheld electronic lock data jammer seemed to be itself jammed by a nearby electronic lock data jammer jammer.

Suddenly a grinding noise sounded from behind her: the megazord had finished assembling itself from the parts her team had brought, and was rapidly running through its startup procedures.

as it was doing so, the electronic lock data jammer jammer jammed, so she could now open the electronic lock using the electronic lock data.

"damn!" yelled Jerry Evilperson, getting out and firing up his electronic lock data jammer jammer unjammer.

unfortunately this too was jammed by the electronic lock data jammer jammer unjammer jammer.

Before Jerry could get out his electronic lock data jammer jammer unjammer jammer unjammer, Elise finished jamming the electronic lock, opened the hatch, and jumped into the dark, her glowing shoulder patches revealing a maze of twisty little passages, all alike, all full of approaching ghasts.