Adventures in WTF land

This is how the story goes, how it ends, no one knows. Line by line, we fabricate it ‘til we sound inebriated. Using only context clues, cleverly we get to choose where the story goes from here. You’re up next! Good luck, my dear.

The prisoner looked blankly at the card. She had to continue a story? With little to no clues, not to mention no writing utensils? A timer rose from the base of the cage she was suspended in. Panicked, she started yelling out an excerpt, hoping someone out there would continue.

Laughter from the crowd scared her even more, as the saw her mouth moving and she was timidly dancing, sudden silence in the room you here she's singing "Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera"

“Yo soy un hombre sincero”... she wasn’t an hombre, but she was sincere, and serious, as she sang.

Her transcendent notes hit the highest beams and rose higher still. Every face in every pew stared up in reverence. Once the singing halted, both groups, seated on either side of the cathedral looked at each other across the aisle, a sense of understanding written on their faces.

They knew what I had done, what I had been through. They understood. Finally, there were people who understood.