Players

Intercon Mid-Atlantic 2004

By Christopher Buck

It's just another evening of tag-team improv at the Dirty Pigeon. Several teams are competing for the $100 prize. You felt something like motion sickness during the first round while the troupe from Canada was on, but it's subsided now. The lights come up and the audience is gone.

Somebody goes to the front door and it won't open. The doors are locked, or jammed or something. Same thing for the back door. The cook and waiter are missing, but the manager/MC is still here, lying in a pool of green blood. This has to be one of Jimmy's tricks... doesn't it?

Something strange is going on. Can Improv save you?