Monologue #7
I have some ideas for Nanowrimo but I don't know how to put them to paper. So, the story begins with a writer, who is from Scandinavia and travels to the US to take part in a reality TV show. The TV show is made by a production house funded by Dr Karma, a biomedical engineer who has a penchant for TV and anything canvas basically. The protagonist, the unnamed person, lands in the midst of his long forgotten family. The members merely know each other and mostly rely on strange recollections of each other from childhood when they might have bumped into each other at a marriage while playing with a balloon or something. The TV show is set in a villa. Almost a castle, the building has status quo amenities and would stand self sufficient even if a war broke out outside of it. The house belongs to the Ramsons. All the participant, the Members, are related by blood to the Ramsons and the last one standing in the house would inherit the villa. The Ramsons, or referred to as the Family henceforth is extinct. The legacy, nonetheless, should go on and the Villa shouldn't stand uninherited.