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Because we don't have as many giveaways as we used to, here is something. It's just a small competition/excercise. Everyone take part, even if you're not in for the game. If you win, you get bragging rights at least.

This is a story that happened to my grandparents when they were young (in the 1950s/60s). I obviosly can't vouch for its authenticity, it could be an urban legend for all I know, but they assure me it's real. It's not super hilarious or anything, more of a you-had-to-be-there type of situation, but it was told to me while I was driving through a fog and it made me chuckle.

So, one day they were driving through thick fog. It was a small rural road in Poland, and given that it was the 1950s or 1960s, there were not many cars anyway. It was dark and the fog became so thick, you could see almost nothing. At one point it was so bad that my grandmother had to get out of the car and walk in front of the car and guide my grandfather with a torch.
They're getting really worried when suddenly they see two red lights in front of them: another car. They follow it and after a while both of them feel relieved. All the anxiety is gone: everything is easy now; you don't have to worry, just follow those two lights in front of you. Just as my grandfather was getting really relaxed, the car in front of them stopped suddenly.
So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...

So:
Complete the story! What do you think happened next?

If you also want to be in, I have a spare copy of Blocks That Matter to give away. Just mention you're in. random.org will select the winner from all entrants, however entries that:
_are funny/creative.
_are close to the truth.
will increase their chances of winning.

Or if you just want to participate, mention that you're not in.
Blocks That Matter is a great game by the way. If you love puzzle platformers, give it a try.

Fine print:
Anyone can enter. Everyone is welcome. No rep or join date requirements. However I reserve the right to refuse any entry. I most probably won't happen, unless you're a real prick, but I'd like to reserve the right just in case, so there are no complaints later.
This question / problem has been solved by Lifthrasilimage
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ZFR: So, one day they were driving through thick fog. It was a small rural road in Poland, and given that it was the 1950s or 1960s, there were not many cars anyway. It was dark and the fog became so thick, you could see almost nothing. At one point it was so bad that my grandmother had to get out of the car and walk in front of the car and guide my grandfather with a torch.
They're getting really worried when suddenly they see two red lights in front of them: another car. They follow it and after a while both of them feel relieved. All the anxiety is gone: everything is easy now; you don't have to worry, just follow those two lights in front of you. Just as my grandfather was getting really relaxed, the car in front of them stopped suddenly.
So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...
...explains that he was using your grandfather's torch to see his way through the fog, and now he's lost.

Not in.
Thank you for making a giveaway, ZFR! <3

I won't be in, but I'll try and come up with a story to finish your's. :) Is there an ending time?
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ZFR: So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...
...is really hung. Like a horse-hung. But that being beside the point (still noteworthy though!), let's focus on the story: as the man makes his way to your grandparents' car, the thick fog barely disguising this enormous bulge of his... sorry, sorry, gotta go back to the plot here!

Well, that guy plants himself in front of your folks and they can now see he's all suited up in airport worker gear. The fog dissipates a bit too, as - accompanied by a tremendous noise level - a huge passenger plane sets down less than 200 meters from them.

Now they're realizing in sheer horror, they 1) are on a runway and 2) have followed first some airport navigation lights and then a ladder truck, whose very well-endowed driver is now asking your grandparents to please keep tailing him as he's about to lead them off site and back to the closest road.

Not in, but neat prize and giveaway! Cheers.
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Fantasysci5: Is there an ending time?
Nothing specific. I'll end it when it's obvious there will be no more entries.
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chevkoch: ...is really hung. Like a horse-hung. But that being beside the point (still noteworthy though!), let's focus on the story: as the man makes his way to your grandparents' car, the thick fog barely disguising this enormous bulge of his... sorry, sorry, gotta go back to the plot here!
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ZFR: Because we don't have as many giveaways as we used to, here is something. It's just a small competition/excercise. Everyone take part, even if you're not in for the game. If you win, you get bragging rights at least.

This is a story that happened to my grandparents when they were young (in the 1950s/60s). I obviosly can't vouch for its authenticity, it could be an urban legend for all I know, but they assure me it's real. It's not super hilarious or anything, more of a you-had-to-be-there type of situation, but it was told to me while I was driving through a fog and it made me chuckle.

So, one day they were driving through thick fog. It was a small rural road in Poland, and given that it was the 1950s or 1960s, there were not many cars anyway. It was dark and the fog became so thick, you could see almost nothing. At one point it was so bad that my grandmother had to get out of the car and walk in front of the car and guide my grandfather with a torch.
They're getting really worried when suddenly they see two red lights in front of them: another car. They follow it and after a while both of them feel relieved. All the anxiety is gone: everything is easy now; you don't have to worry, just follow those two lights in front of you. Just as my grandfather was getting really relaxed, the car in front of them stopped suddenly.
So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...
...asked them: "What the blazes (it's the 50-es, no one said 'fuck' then) are you doing on my boat?" - in the dense fog they hadn't noticed that they had driven to the river, across a rickety plank, which they never would have dared to drive on had they seen it, right onto a ship into a small cargo hold which the captain used for his car. They explained to him what had happened and he asked them to leave from his private property. Now that they knew just how rickety the plank was, however, they didn't dare to drive across it. Backwards to boot! So the poor captain had to use the freight crane to get their car to the shore again, all the time cussing in the most colourful language, as only a polish seafaring captain can. ... Your grandparents got out of the incident without real problems. But your grandmother kept wishing for the rest of their lives, that your grandfather had never learned all these colourful curses!
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Lifthrasil: ...asked them: "What the blazes (it's the 50-es, no one said 'fuck' then) are you doing on my boat?" - in the dense fog they hadn't noticed that they had driven to the river, across a rickety plank, which they never would have dared to drive on had they seen it, right onto a ship into a small cargo hold which the captain used for his car. They explained to him what had happened and he asked them to leave from his private property. Now that they knew just how rickety the plank was, however, they didn't dare to drive across it. Backwards to boot! So the poor captain had to use the freight crane to get their car to the shore again, all the time cussing in the most colourful language, as only a polish seafaring captain can. ... Your grandparents got out of the incident without real problems. But your grandmother kept wishing for the rest of their lives, that your grandfather had never learned all these colourful curses!
Good one! You in for the game?
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Lifthrasil: ...asked them: "What the blazes (it's the 50-es, no one said 'fuck' then) are you doing on my boat?" - in the dense fog they hadn't noticed that they had driven to the river, across a rickety plank, which they never would have dared to drive on had they seen it, right onto a ship into a small cargo hold which the captain used for his car. They explained to him what had happened and he asked them to leave from his private property. Now that they knew just how rickety the plank was, however, they didn't dare to drive across it. Backwards to boot! So the poor captain had to use the freight crane to get their car to the shore again, all the time cussing in the most colourful language, as only a polish seafaring captain can. ... Your grandparents got out of the incident without real problems. But your grandmother kept wishing for the rest of their lives, that your grandfather had never learned all these colourful curses!
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ZFR: Good one! You in for the game?
Yes please!
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ZFR: So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...
Looked at them in shock. While wearing a fancy white and Silver outfit, the helmet was still in the delorean. Backing up he looks back in the other car. "Doc doc! I think we went in the wrong direction."

"Great Scott!" Could be heard from within the car. The man rushed back into the car the door shut, soon the car driving off into the fog before a flash of light and a blaze of fire on the road that would last a minute or so.
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ZFR: So they stop behind it. Not sure what's going on. After a while they hear the sound of a door being opened, and then see an irritated man approaching them, who...
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rtcvb32: Looked at them in shock. While wearing a fancy white and Silver outfit, the helmet was still in the delorean. Backing up he looks back in the other car. "Doc doc! I think we went in the wrong direction."

"Great Scott!" Could be heard from within the car. The man rushed back into the car the door shut, soon the car driving off into the fog before a flash of light and a blaze of fire on the road that would last a minute or so.
You in for the game?

Also bump.
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ZFR: You in for the game?
For Blocks that matter? No. I have it for HB, and probably here too, so going for it won't mean anything.
Nice to see one of your giveaways again. Not in, as I already own the game.

The man approaches your grandparents, shouting at them. He asks them why are they following him to his home, since he does not know them. It turns out that your folks, with all the fog and focusing their attention on the car in front of them, they had passed some fancy gate that would have hinted them that they were not where they were supposed to be.

Deeply embarrassed, Mr. ZFR the elder explained that they were following his car due to the thick fog, that the lack of visibility made them use his car as a reference, in the hope that it would lead them outside the poor atmospheric condition area. Also, they hoped the driver would know the roads better than they did.

The gentlemen calmed down, understood what they meant, and gave them directions before inviting the couple to leave his property. By that time, ZFR's ancestors realized who they were talking to. It was someone famous! [1]
They followed the gentlemen's instructions, noticed the gate they missed previously, and followed the road to their destination, still embarrassed.

THE END

[1] Now, who could that famous man be? Let us welcome the contestants:

1. Meyer Lansky (organized crime)
2. Roman Polanski (film director and actor)
3. Karol Józef Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II)
4. Robert Merrill (singer, actor)
5. Klaus Kinski (actor)
6. David Ben-Gurion (prime minister)

And random.org chose 2: Roman Polanski!
Bump?

Anyone still wants in?
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Gede: And random.org chose 2: Roman Polanski!
Good thing there weren't any children in the grandparents' car then.