Impersonation
Our secondary school had a problem which I'm sure many of you are familiar with - the school playing fields were out of bounds for many months across the winter, depriving us hyperactive schoolkids of our favourite way to let off some steam, football. Signs were placed around the school, forbidding us to use the playing fields on pain of death. Thus, a plot was formed...

I printed 15 notices in large black font, completed by initialling them in the style of the deputy head and posting them around the school, re-opening the playing fields; children rushed outside as if they had been released from many years of captivity, some playing football, some just rolling around in the mud, enjoying the freedom. The supervising teachers accepted the notice without question, patrolling the mayhem like red cross workers in a warzone. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, fury eminating from the approaching deputy head, his face older and more wizened than an elephant's scrotum. Swiftly, we were removed from the fields, and almost immediately notices countering my command were issued.

The bar had been raised, his signature featured prominently; the fool, signature forgery is an art that I was well accustomed to. Two contraband days of football left the school corridors in the same state as most festival toilets, all surfaces sprayed with filth. I won the battle, but he later won the war.
(Crompton, Sun 11 Sep 2011, 10:17, 1 reply)

I finished the first two lines. BING.

Although I don't think you should stop at this.
(friedel, Sun 11 Sep 2011, 18:40, closed)