Famer's story writing debate Round #2 Draferman VS TUF

This is the second round of Famer's knock-out tournament. Both debaters must create a story together. Whoever creates the most interesting continuation/orientation/conclusion of the story wins the vote for "most convincing arguments"Rules of this debate:8000 characters maximum72 hours for time to argue7 days voting periodYes to voting commentsPoints for spelling and grammar are awarded as per usual. There will be no points awarded for sources. However, as the rules of the tournament goes, if any of the debaters forfeits a round (unless both forfeits an equals number of times), they will, by default automatically lose all 7 points as a result. Good Luck! "==== Monday ====---- 11:40 ----From the outside, the garage looks like any you'd find attached to your typical house. Vinyl siding, automatic door. However, what is inside is hardly typical. You'll find no cars or boxes of trinkets or junk. Tables line the walls of the shop, save for one spot in the corner. In this spot sits a machine, the best description for which is a large, metallic egg. The space on the tables is mostly occupied by cables, thick and thin, leading to this egg. From inside the machine, various sounds can be heard. Tinkering, whirring, hammering. After some time, part of the machine moves, revealing a previously hidden door on the side. It opens, showing the machine to be hollow, just big enough to fit two people, and currently holding one. Steve exits the machine, carrying tools both mundane and fantastic, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to a laptop sitting on the table, tapping at the keys intently. After a few seconds a very low pitched humming fills the garage, originating from the machine, the kind that causes your bones to vibrate. Tools begin to rattle, moving toward the edge of the table. The noise begins to increase in volume, forcing Steve to cover his ears. Just when the noise becomes unbearable, it ceases. Steve drops his hands and glances tentatively at the machine, walking over to it. He cautiously places his hand against the surface. After nothing bad happens, he smiles and runs his thumb over a hidden panel that causes the door to open from the outside. Where before the interior was dimly lit, it now emits a strong green glow. Steve's smile broadens as he raises a foot to step inside the machine. *ring*Steve's expression instantly turns to one of frustration. He shuts the door to the machine and heads over to a table where the ringing is coming from, moving parts and cables to uncover a cordless phone. *ring*"Hello? Hello? "He squints his eyes as he struggles to hear the voice on the other end. He raises his voice. "I can't hear you, this phone is on the fritz again, hold on and let me find another phone. "Steve looks at the machine and groans in irritation before opening the door to the house. Just as the house door shuts the one on the machine opens. The previous empty machine now has two occupants: Steve and another individual. They both step out of the machine, looking around. Steve turns to his companion. "See? It worked. "The other looks around, then back to Steve. "Listen, what you're proposing is just. .. "He shrugged. "Is just the truth. Look at the clock, Ed. "Ed checks the clock and shakes his head. "You've played more elaborate practical jokes before. "Steve takes a step toward Ed then opens his mouth as if to argue, then pauses, thinking. "Sh1t, we don't have much time. "Steve walks over to one of the tables and disconnects the laptop, closing it and heading toward the main garage door. "Come on Ed, we'll continue this in the shed. ""The shed? Why? What's going on? ""Listen! There isn't time to argue, just come with me! "Once the door was high enough, Steve and Ed exit, pressing the button to shut the garage door behind them. They make their way around the house to the back yard, entering a tool shed there. After entering the shed, Scott reopens the laptop. "Are you going to tell me what's going on, Steve. ? ""Give me a second. .. "After a few moments, Steve turns the laptop around to face Ed. On the screen is a video feed of the interior of the garage they had just left. "Ok, what should I be seeing? ""Just wait. "Ed watches the screen, his expression turning to confused interest as, on the screen, the house door opens and Steve walks through. "Wha. .. what is this? ""It's the garage. You see what I'm saying is true now. ""This could be prerecorded, it wouldn't be too hard to do. ""You're not going to cut me any slack here, are you? ""It's certainly more plausible than accepting what you say as true. "Ed pauses and begins to watch the video feed more intently. "What the hell. .. "Steve turns the display back around. On the screen, the Steve inside the house was intently examining the machine, pressing his ear against the door. Suddenly he doubles over in pain, collapsing onto the floor, apparently unconscious. The Steve inside the shed suddenly goes pale. "I don't remember this. .. "He sets the laptop down and abruptly leaves the shed, Ed following him. Steve's pace begins to slow as they approach the shed, finally stopping and bending over, his hands on his knees. Ed catches up with him and places a hand on his back. "Steve, are you ok? Just what the hell is going on? If this is a joke it needs to stop. "Before he can respond, Steve falls to the ground. Ed looks between him and the garage, finally running to the garage door. He enters the code to open the door, standing their dumbfounded as he sees Steve lying on the floor inside the garage. He runs over to the body, bumping against the machine. As he examines Steve on the garage floor, the door to the machine opens. Ed looks in side and, stunned, falls onto his a$$. Inside the machine was another Steve, this one also unconscious. As Ed sits there, attempting to process all of this, the Steve on the garage floor begins to groan and stir. Reflexively, Ed grabs the third Steve from inside the machine, hefting him over his shoulder before exiting the garage, making his way back to the shed. On his way, the Steve outside has recovered. He looks at Ed, bewildered, following him back to the shed. After they enter, Ed sets the body onto the ground and turns to Steve behind him, pushing him up against the wall. "Alright, just what is going on here? "Steve looks past Ed's shoulder to see his own body on the ground. He pushes past Ed to examine his double. "This shouldn't be happening. "As Ed and Steve argue over the situation, the laptop screen shows the Steve inside the garage having recovered, looking inside the machine. Rubbing his head he picks up the garage phone, calling someone. After a few futile attempts to have a conversation on the faulty phone, he goes back into the house. Inside the shed, Ed and Steve continue to talk over each other. "Listen! Ed! Just stop! If you'll at least permit what I'm saying is true I can try and explain this! "Ed, fuming, nevertheless sits down, patiently waiting for an explanation. "Ok, ok. It's a time machine. Ok? I told you this, but that's why all of this is happening. Right now me, from the past, is calling you to have you come over. Do you remember that? "Ed nods silently. "Ok, well, you're about come over, and we're going to go back in time, which is what you and I just did. ""Ok. .. now you have me confused. ""The Steve in the garage is me from the past. You from the past is about to come over. "Ed motions to the body on the floor. "And who is this? ""The only explanation is that it's me from some future. "And what's with the falling unconscious? ""I don't know. This is the first time I've time traveled. Maybe it's some reaction to being near oneself from different time periods to prevent paradoxes. ""Then why aren't you unconscious now? "Steve stands there for a few minutes, looking at the body on the floor. "Easy. It's because he's dead. "