Don glanced again at the massive oak door that lead to the sidewalk, wondering when, or if, his first customer would arrive.
He knew it was a crazy idea in the first place. In a first-person world like a forum, what were the chances that anyone would be interested in a bar where the only requirement was that each visitor express themselves from a Third Person Limited Past Tense viewpoint, contributing rich narrative and description as they saw fit? He was hoping to see real character development and interaction spring from the visitor's desires to improve their writing.
Could there possibly be writers who would be interested in visiting a bar like that, meeting the characters would would come to visit, and perhaps wandering out into the wider world in search of an adventure or two? With any luck, it might become a sort of Callahan's Place, and the stories that sprang to life there would become tales of legend.
He glanced up at the sign above the bar. "Beer and singles, 10 cents. doubles, 20 cents." it read. He hoped people would stick to the honor system when he wasn't around. It would be hard to police his particular clientele, anyway, since there would be that something special about each of them. He figured they'd all learn the bar's secret sooner or later.
Just then the bell above the door jingled, and he looked up to see the first customer entering the bar.
"Welcome, stranger. You're my first customer, so this drink's on me. What'll you have?"
(ETA: If this is your first visit, you might also want to attend the renaming of the bar.)
He knew it was a crazy idea in the first place. In a first-person world like a forum, what were the chances that anyone would be interested in a bar where the only requirement was that each visitor express themselves from a Third Person Limited Past Tense viewpoint, contributing rich narrative and description as they saw fit? He was hoping to see real character development and interaction spring from the visitor's desires to improve their writing.
Could there possibly be writers who would be interested in visiting a bar like that, meeting the characters would would come to visit, and perhaps wandering out into the wider world in search of an adventure or two? With any luck, it might become a sort of Callahan's Place, and the stories that sprang to life there would become tales of legend.
He glanced up at the sign above the bar. "Beer and singles, 10 cents. doubles, 20 cents." it read. He hoped people would stick to the honor system when he wasn't around. It would be hard to police his particular clientele, anyway, since there would be that something special about each of them. He figured they'd all learn the bar's secret sooner or later.
Just then the bell above the door jingled, and he looked up to see the first customer entering the bar.
"Welcome, stranger. You're my first customer, so this drink's on me. What'll you have?"
(ETA: If this is your first visit, you might also want to attend the renaming of the bar.)
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