Famer's Story writing debate Round#3 TUF V.S. REN

This is the final 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 comments5 RoundsA title must be initiated by the Instigator (TUF)Points 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! TITLE: Loose EndsChapter 1: Phase 1; Loss. It's 2:57. 3 minutes. A total of 180 seconds, before my shift would finally be over. These seconds seemed like an eternity, as I stare into a computer screen glaring at numbers, and statistics, that become blurry to my weary eyes. I look down at my watch. Only 15 seconds have elapsed. I feel dead in this place, like I always do. I work in an executive building making Blueprints, and stat sheets for steel products. I have a pretty little office, in a pretty little building surrounded by a pretty little lake, and grass that's greener than Kermit the Frog. At least that's how I used to see it. After 3 years of working here at this same place, though, I see the reality in the dullness that surrounds me. I see fake employees, who barely know how to manage a smile when speaking to me. I see Misery in every one's face, even as we take our breaks. No one likes working here, more of the Idea of doing so. Who knew all of those awesome little high school fetishes for doing building design work in the future would lead to such a mundane and boring society. I certainly didn't. Was this worth the 2 years I spent in college for an associates degree? I always tell everyone the answer to this question is yes. And indeed it does pay well, granted I work 6 days a week, for about 6 hours each day. I knew how to do the work I did, and felt I was rather good at it. But I was far from enjoying it, as was the position with most of my colleagues. I look at my watch. The seconds slip by. 3 seconds left. 2. 1. I don't hesitate as I quickly log onto our punch clock server, and punch in the necessarily data required to clock out. I leave the beautiful building to the parking lot. Today was my day with Mandy, and I will be expected to pick her up at 4. Through most of my boring life, Mandy often presented a time of excitement and happiness. . http://www.debate.org...The drive to Sharon's house was short, as she only lived a few blocks away from my work place. I get out of my car and approach the sidewalk eagerly. I cannot go any further however, as I have a restraining order against me from the b1tch inside. It is 3:56. They know I am outside, But Sharon being manipulative as she is, is always completely particular about time. She won't let Mandy come to me until the exact millisecond. Not until the second hand on the clock precisely hits 4:00. I am not annoyed, however, as all I really care about this moment is seeing my daughter. The time finally comes. The door to the daint little condo opens, and Sharon and Mark walk out holding hands. This annoys me to no end. It is almost like she specifically does it because she knows how much it aggravates me. I quickly push my anger aside though, however, as soon as I see my beautiful little girl step out between them. Her pretty blonde hair is done nicely in a Pony Tail. Her bright blue eyes look happy and innocent, and excited to see me. She screams "Daddy! " And she runs to me with arms open. I open my arms as well and invite her in as she rushes into my arms. "Hey pretty lady! I missed you! " I say as I give her a kiss on the forehead, and pick her up. Her mother just glares at me annoyed. "Get her back here Saturday before 6:00" she says bluntly, then quickly turns back into the house with her "lackey" following close behind, slamming the door behind him. She hates it when Mandy is excited to see me. I love seeing her angry. . http://www.debate.org...Mandy quickly starts filling me in on every little detail of her life since she last saw me. I soak it up, as usual. I love hearing her talk, and what she has to say is always interesting to me. I don't have much else in my life to look forward to. Finally she is done talking. I ask "What would you like to do today? Would you like to go to the park? How about ice skating? ". http://www.debate.org...She looks pensive, as if she is making a life changing decision. "Can we go to the Lagoon daddy! ?" She finally exclaims. I nod in approval, though inside I am grunting. . http://www.debate.org... "Okay baby girl, well I will need to stop at the bank then first. I have a feeling you are going to run my wallet dry today, you little stinker! " I say jokingly. She giggles in approval. I arrive at my bank here in the busy City of New York. I am waiting in the usual long line I experience when I come here. "Up, Up! " Says Mandy. I know what she wants. I hoist her onto my shoulders. Finally it is my turn. "Hi, how can I help you? " Says a bored looking female teller. She has pale blue eyes, and soft brown hair that is resting gently over her shoulders. She is young, and looks to be in her early 20's, maybe a college student. She is actually very pretty. "I would like to make a withdrawal please. " I say casually. I am still wearing my company shirt branding me. SME Steel Co. it says. I wear it as I have been branded like a cow. I hand her my debit card. She looks it over, and scans her computer. "And how much would you like to withdraw today Mr. Colton Pratt? "I tell her the amount. "Just one second please. " She responds, and she presses the button that make the cash come out. Then it happens. Time, for me always seemed to go slowly. But now it didn't more than ever. My ears go dumb as the gunshot was fired. I turn and see glass shattering as 3 men with black masks charge in through the broken window holding deadly looking AK-47's, poised and ready to fire. Screams sound from the customer and bankers. "EVERYBODY GET YOUR MOTHER FVCKING @SSES ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW! " Shouts the taller man is a grungy low voice. His voice is scratchy, as if the man has smoked one to many cigarettes in his life. Everyone, including myself, do not hesitate in doing so. I am scared. Mandy is scared too, and is screaming at the top of her lungs. "It's okay baby girl, it's okay! " I try to re-assure her, but it doesn't work as my voice is so obviously trembling. The Three men quickly run around to each person and collect their cell phones and wallets, giving anyone a quick kick to the body if they provide any hesitation. I am shaking, and Mandy is still screaming. One of the men, (the one that had shouted) comes towards me. "Shut her up, or I will put a bullet in her brain! " He screams at me while his two friends quickly grab cash and stuff it into duffel bags from the Tellers. I panic. "Mandy I need to you be brave for me baby! Please be brave baby girl. " I say trying to sound as calm as possible. She continues screaming. Suddenly an alarm sounds. "Sh1t, let's get out of here! " Says one of the hooded men. His voice sounds familiar, but I can't place it in my panicked state. Two of the men quickly dash out of the bank with their duffel Bags half full. The leader continues staring at me. "I told you to shut her up, and now look what happened! " He screams angrily. He hits me over the head with the butt of his gun. Pain rushes through my body. The last thing I see is the man grabbing my screaming daughter and running out of the bank before everything goes black. I will find my baby girl. I look forward to your response Ren, good luck!