What a rapturous Summer eve, fellow adventurer!
On Saturday, the members of Logan Out Loud gathered on Trent Hunsaker's front porch, ate Jordan Todd Brown's pizza, and congratulated Taylor Miles on another successfully navigated birthday as they waited for the arrival of an audience.
Little did our improvisionaries know what horrors would momentarily befall them. Soon, small groups of people appeared on the horizon, carrying blankets and lawn chairs. They began to fill Trent's backyard like so many carrion birds on a stinking carcass.
After about thirty people, things started looking grim. But this was not the end. That comes after the denouement!
In a matter of a half-hour, things had gotten entirely out of hand!
In a matter of a half-hour, things had gotten entirely out of hand!
Look at them! Hungry for the kill!
The members of Logan Out Loud called upon their courage in the hopes that they might somehow appease the ravenous crowd as well as their mighty improv god, Blaydor, whose hoof seemed poised to stamp out all life in the yard.
With that unknowable, unconscionable, unbeatable courage, Logan Out Loud had a pretty decent show. Somewhere between fifty and sixty people huddled in Trent's backyard to enjoy some comedy. That was enough to inspire Logan Out Loud to keep up the fight for another few millenia!
Also, no rocks were thrown, so let's chalk that up as a win!
This is the denouement
The End
Or is it?
(In one sense it is, because it's the end of this particular story, but in another sense, it isn't, so it depends on what "end" you're looking for)
(Or does it (it does)?)
I was able to lure a few attendees into my basement... They were never heard from again.
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