The ping-pong story is finished. Well, kind of. It still doesn’t make much sense, but I guess first drafts don’t always have to make sense. I’ll finalize it tomorrow, rearrange some parts or alter the larger plot points, before posting it.
I also had an idea for my serve in the ping-pong story. I had a dream last night, and I think Chuck will be paying dearly for my weird, apocalyptic dream.