Chris Curtis
Hardcore Player
Chris Curtis is proud to announce that he's got no strings! He is, in fact, a real boy!
For a less accurate (but more alliterative) account of how Chris got where he is today, click here.
Caught candidly in compromising circumstances censored from mass communication of common consumption, Chris Curtis capitulated in court --choosing to chance community service rather than chafen courageously through correctional confinement. The capricious condemner considered his counsel, then commanded Chris to charter the copious cistern of Comedy circumscribed by the coasts of Cautiousness, Cold-Hearted Cynicism, and Close-Mindedness (aka Confined Congnizance). The cocksure Captain Chris corralled his currish crew, and cruised his caravel with cavalier cheek into the cacophonous commotion and confounding confusion of Chance, Choice, Confidence, Coincidence, Coordination, Cooperation, and Conversation that comprise the seven C's of improvisational comedy. Chris's conquest complete and crime compensated, his convivial constitution (crucial to his character) caused him to contemplate the cornucopia of comical collisions he confronted in his circuitous crusade. The crux of the case and consequence of his caper is that he consummated his craze for curious comedy by consorting with a confederacy of comedians, culminating in the creation of Obviously Unrehearsed Improv!