What do you do when your kidnapped by a crazy artist? (read details and have fun)?

Question

I was asked this question at first i thought it was strange but it turned out to be fun in answering, so have a shot

You get kidnapped by a mad artist who has gained great fame and fortune by the hyper realistic sculptures he creates. Unfortunately for you it turns out he makes those sculptures by turning people to stone!

As your loaded on to the pedestal that will become your new home your allowed to pose as you like, with whoever you want (they also get petrified with you then, although he says he will not join you), and asked where you would like to be placed.

Describe the scenario, :-) be as creative and detailed as you want! (most detailed and creative will probably receive the points though ie, how the transformation actually happens, your last words, how it feels etc)

Note: Assume that when your turned into a statue your still aware but just can't move. (i guess this can effect what type of pose you want to be stuck in :-) )

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Another crazy question over here
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Amp8L6SjTfC6F7lO776VN47sy6IX?qid=20061225125317AApJ8df

Wow anyone care to top blondie's answer? its gonna be hard

Answer 1

This is actually happened to me. I am right here in front of the computer, which isn't very comfortable but I have done pretty well considering I have been like this the past few years. My room is dim because there is only a lamp, well 2 lamps but only occasionally my husband leaves only one on. It all started like this...
After ofcourse the kidnapping and the whole knowing about what was going to happen I was deep in thought. I was so scared it is completely undescribable. Ofcourse I was excited since I thought I would be famous(which I am not)but anyway, thoughts were dashing in my head. When? Where? HOW? I thought about where I spent most of my time to help. I guessed wherever my husband was, but that couldn't be possible. I enjoyed the computer and I knew that wouldn't work but I asked the artist so dearly and almost made myself cry, "Please, since I will won't be able to communicate with my friends ever again...can I pleeeeaaase send emails?" This artist thought only a few seconds with the sweetest looking face ever. He screamed at me, "NO!" I dared not cry or show any fear so I just sat and thought more. I soon became tired and so did the artist, "Hurry you *beep* you must decide *beep* or I shall decide for you ya *beepin beep*" His face was cherry red and I knew would would decide. "My computer," I blurted before I could think. Magicly, it seemed, maybe not. It at least seemed like he just took his paint brush and we were here, where I am, at my computer. He started to get ready with his brush as I looked at my computer. Gosh, I thought, my friends, family...I dared not cry though. I couldn't take it though, I thought I would be okay but I was going crazy. My hands went straight to the mouse and keyboard to my email. I was sending goodbye emails to all the people I knew. The artist seemed to have not noticed. I can't, and will never know, how he did not notice. My hands went tippity tappitying away. They were each different emails for different people. Nothing long, just simple things like "I love you" but still, every email was different. Finally, the artist did notice and his brush was directed straight at me.

The "statuation" had begun.

Like a lighting bolt(except blue), a surge was shooting into me. I kept looking at the computer while my fingers continued to go crazy. I could imagine, though, the artists hideous face with that mustache of his...ugh. I never really did describe him, did I? Basically he looked like a circus instructor with a paint brush. Red suit and a "Lincoln" hat type of thing. Anyway, it felt like I was floating yet filled with weight and being held to the ground. My fingers kept typing and looking at the monitor. My fingers felt the worst. The lightning(as I call it) was trying to hold down my fingers but my fingers kept typing away. Minutes passed and I coninued to type. My thoughts were...nothing...for some reason I thought only, type type type. For all I know I kept typing jibber jabber but oh well. Eventually, who knows how long, later the artist gave up. I was complete solid except for my fingers.

Now my husband and kids always come home and see me like this. Now they are used to it and my husband and I are still married. Our computer room is now an exhibit and the artist is still out for other people. I can't talk but people seem to know my thoughts. That is all there is to it I guess. I live, literally for the computer. Not exactly for, but I have no choice. It's okay though, I still have my beautiful family. What else is there to care for, especially since I don't even need food?

_Blondie_ from yahoo

obviously fake but yes, this was TOTAL fun

Answer 2

I would not go easily I can tell you that much. I would put up quite a fight, but then of course I would have to cooperate....because at this point he would have probably threatened to throw me in a river with lead shoes...and everyone knows how I hate drowning. So, I stand on this hot pink pedestal and contemplate my position of this sophisticated piece of art I will make. I would request a very expensive dress probably something alabaster and gathered around the waist with lace and much velvet and Egyptian cotton. Anyway, then I would request not to have a hot pink pedestal since I highly despise pink. I would pick a rich chocolate brown one. Then I would be posed on a chair ankles slightly crossed and me reading a poetry book by my favorite author, Edna St. Vincent Millay. But the book must turn itself and change into a different book if I wished it to. yes, this would be a magical poetry book. I sit on the stool and contemplate how he will petrify me. It's really a very horrible process....I fell very sleepy and dizzy. So I looked up noticing the ceiling turning and twisting on it's own when I then utter my last words, "Is the ceiling supposed to do that?" and then I am petrified. So that Is how I now live my life: A gal in a black dress, sitting in a chair, holding my favorite magic poetry book, looking dazed upward at the sky. The only thing I regret is that i looked up. I never got to read my book. :( After taking that into consideration I got stuck in a planetarium with a domed ceiling where I could watch educational and entertaining movies about the stars. How happy my life turned out after all!

Answer 3

Aw, this is a good scenerio!

I would put a lot of thinking into this, because that's what I do with situations like these! I would like to pose with a certain *someone* I love very much.

I guess I will pose how I was when I was in my mom's stomach, ha-ha.

Answer 4

At first, I was in a wax museum. Then when the artist got his chance, he turned me into wax! Then stone to try to make it harder for me to escape! Then when the hyperbeamed lights were turned on in the museum the next day, the wax and the sculpture on me melted! Then I turned into mush! Then I got right back up, put the artist in stone, wax, and ice, and I threw him to the South Pole. SAYONARA, CHUMP!!!!! ^_^

Answer 5

This is actually the basis of an old Hammer Horror movie, except for the being aware bit

Answer 6

I've probably got another 40 years or so first.

Then I'd consider it.

Maybe stuck kissing somebody

Answer 7

i would want to be placed in cement with the superman stance right before he flies off the ground. i think that would be cool and it would be good for the artist.

Answer 8

the only way i can try this's via writing it tale style..... I awoke in a wierd area it replaced into very dark and that i could no longer see something so it replaced into hopeless to go searching, so I stared on the brightess ingredient. finally my eyes adjusted to the easy i ought to work out lots greater useful yet it replaced into nevertheless dark. I appeared around and there have been human figures everywhere! i replaced into being watched!!! without notice the lights furnishings grew to become on and that i spotted that they have got been in basic terms statues. I enable loose a sigh of launch. I heard someones foot steps getting closer to me and that i rotated to work out (insert nicely popular artist's call here) I wasn't specific to be excited or terrified! He started giggling and it appeared like a turkey choking on a marble (in case you could think of that) so I additionally started giggling We laughed mutually for some moments then he bellowed,"stop THIS NONSENSE no one reported something humorous!!" So i ended AS he appeared around the room he spoke "Do you spot my suited statues?" he began, i began out to stand up which replaced into puzzling for me by using fact of the place i replaced into sittingI had to strengthen my left leg up and lean backwards it replaced into very uncomtable(there's an excellent chair infront of me) i began out to respond to his question "no one TALKS TO ME yet ME!!!!" HE shouted and iced over me while he appeared into my eyes(communicate approximately medusa) i replaced into caught in my postion of attempting to stand up!!!! He laughed like a choking turkey lower back "'m specific to win the technology uncomplicated now" (going to shorten it) This discomfort replaced into insufferable leaning decrease back and lifting a leg I quickly fell over and broke right into a million products I knocked over the different statues besides (look at meh eye!) My eye replaced into crying

Answer 9

Call the police !!!