Special Receptacal End

Greetings, loyal and attractive Polite Fictions addict/junkie/reader. 

We - the Contributors of Polite Fictions - have been drinking heavily, spitballing, and generally abusing Livestock trying to suss out what to do with the spectacle that you have been reading.  How do we kill the Monster.  How would Dr. Frankenstein do it?  Why would you even WANT to kill a badass monster like that when it could most definitely move furniture and vacuum and stuff.  Silly evil scientists.  But we must.  Kill the monster.  We think it may have the Pig Flu.

What have we come up with is this.  Grain alcohol is the better bet regarding dollar to dollar value, goats don't run when stared at amorously, and Canada, apparently, has a vagina.

I kid, I kid.  Sort of.

But seriously, folks.  Here's what we have decided.  Instead of one author ending this lurid pulp, we will be having a "Directors Cut" ending.

What does that mean?

That means that each author will craft his/her own ending. 

Awesome.  I know.

Or, it may be a giant clusterfuck and I'll have to take the blame and dodge flaming torches and the like.  Whatevs.  Get in line mofos.

Welcome to the end of the fist installation of Polite Fictions.

Get Goating.

Comments

[TwoBusy]

A fist installation... perfect. Everyone enjoys those.

[Charlie]

Shit. What I meant to say was........never mind.  I meant to say "fist".

[Mongoliangirl]

I just want the entire universe to know that the best part of being the only non-alcohol-ingesting contributor here is that I remember exactly what it's like to take a crow bar to the ending of a story.
I'm also always acutely aware of how many goats me and my Hellbilly have, including how many times toothless Ozarkian neighbors we didn't even know we had have wandered out of the woods and begged us to let them 'baby sit' those goats.
Believe me, my crow bar isn't just for ending a good story.

[ms picket to you]

is it good or bad that suddenly i feel shocking happiness?

am thinking good. and fear.