Finish the story: Member Edition

(I was planning on starting a real plot for this, but then I got lazy and decided that I didn't care enough)

While listening to his Jazz album, Sorceror thought he heard a small noise. He closed his laptop, took off his headphones and started listening intently, trying to see if he could catch the sound again. It didn't take long before he noticed the small, repetitive clank coming from the window of his room. Driven by curiosity and a slight fear that his wife would be woken up by it, he carefully started walking towards the window, making sure he didn't step on any of the children toys scattered around the room. One small mistake and his wife would be woken by an annoying high-pitched squeal, a signature of this kind of toy. Scolding his kids for not picking up their toys early in the morning was almost a ritual for Sorceror by now, but the truth is he secretly enjoyed the small thrill that came from avoiding the many toys scattered all over the floor like traps. A childish activity some would say, but he was beyond caring about such frivolous details. He quickly traversed the sea of land-mines with outstanding skill and reached the window without stepping on a single toy. Sorceror turned his back to the window, gave an exaggerated bow and silently thanked the empty room. Surely in some alternate reality a great audience was applauding his achievement, and he couldn't bare the thought of giving the cold shoulder to such a formidable crowd. After completing his small ceremony, he gave a quick inspection to the window and determined that it was, indeed, a window. Satisfied with his detective work, he turned to walk back to his laptop and continue listening to his music. Or at least that was the plan, until he heard the mysterious noise again and remembered why he'd walked to the window in the first place: to stop said sound.

'But how do I achieve that?' Sorceror grabbed his chin while he pondered on a possible answer for this conundrum. The gears in his brain were turning so hard that his expression started to resemble the one worn by a severely constipated person. Any more of this and even I, the narrator, an entity strictly detached from the narrative, was planning on stopping him. Fortunately for a certain numbered wall, his expression softened before we came to such extremes. Judging by the smile on his face, it appears he's reached a breakthrough in his investigation: if he wants to stop the noise, he must first find out what the source of the noise is.

How will Sorceror find the source of this mysterious sound? Or will he find it at all? Find out in the next issue that will undoubtedly be far less wordier than this one!

Edited by Waller, 05 October 2014 - 04:07 AM.