Hello,
I thought it might be a cool idea to use this thread as a way to tell an Indiana Jones fan fiction story. The way it works is, I'd post a piece of it, and the next poster takes on where the other left off. You can post crticism, or ideas for next pieces of the story so it can be clear, cohereant, and enjoyable.
Ill get the ball rolling....
MEXICO, 1941
The thick jungle leaves pushed past Indiana Jones's face as he moved on the centuries old path. While hardly visible, Indy knew the path well, as the Foregin service operative had clearly showed the trail to him back in Mexico city. He wished he brought along a machete to see where he was going, but as long as he looked like he knew what he was doing, the two OSS agents behind him wont ask too many questions.
One of the agents, Zac Hexton, a rather over zealous youth who Indy didnt really see fitting in with the bureaucracy of intelligence work stealthly came up to him, as if they were surrounded by enemies just waiting to strike.
"Dr. Jones?"
Indy casually nodded
"Is it much-" As Indy was listening he heard the sound of two branches crack at his one o'clock. He reached for his revolver when......
I thought it might be a cool idea to use this thread as a way to tell an Indiana Jones fan fiction story. The way it works is, I'd post a piece of it, and the next poster takes on where the other left off. You can post crticism, or ideas for next pieces of the story so it can be clear, cohereant, and enjoyable.
Ill get the ball rolling....
MEXICO, 1941
The thick jungle leaves pushed past Indiana Jones's face as he moved on the centuries old path. While hardly visible, Indy knew the path well, as the Foregin service operative had clearly showed the trail to him back in Mexico city. He wished he brought along a machete to see where he was going, but as long as he looked like he knew what he was doing, the two OSS agents behind him wont ask too many questions.
One of the agents, Zac Hexton, a rather over zealous youth who Indy didnt really see fitting in with the bureaucracy of intelligence work stealthly came up to him, as if they were surrounded by enemies just waiting to strike.
"Dr. Jones?"
Indy casually nodded
"Is it much-" As Indy was listening he heard the sound of two branches crack at his one o'clock. He reached for his revolver when......
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