From the folks over at Legacy Interactive.

The meeting is at a local church. They’re kind enough to let us use their basement. A few of us trickle in one at a time, eyes down on the ground. A couple settle into the slightly dented folding chairs set up in a circle, while others try to act casual around the table with a pot of almost lethally strong coffee and the fresh muffins that Mrs. Kirschbaum brings every week. Some of the people appear to be shaking a little. The rest of us pretend not to notice. It’s harder and harder for any of us to get our fix lately.

This week it’s my turn to start.

“Hi, my name is Don, and I’m a Ghost Whisperer addict. It’s been three weeks since my last episode.”

Someone in the back of the room begins to sob quietly. I see Mrs. Kirschbaum pat a younger woman’s knee consolingly as she chokes back the tears.

“Hi, Don,” says the chorus of voices back to me.

“I know it’s been hard for all of us since the show was so unfairly canceled,” I tell the group. “I’ve pulled out my Ghost Whisperer DVDs and gone through all the special features. I watched the first season a couple times, now, but I can’t bring myself to watch the final season again. If I do…it’ll be over.” Mrs. Kirschbaum nods. She understands.

I take a deep breath and continue on. “I’ve tried to quit cold turkey. I really have. But…I can’t. And since they’re not making any new episodes…I’ve decided to make my own.”

There’s a stunned silence in the room. Half the group looks up at me, confused. Mrs. Kirschbaum shakes her head. She thinks I’ve lost it.

“I’ve gotten together a team of people to make three new episodes. I’ve hired Emmy award winning writer Lance Gentile, and consulted with Kim Moses, executive producer of the show. I’ve got three amazing scripts that fit perfectly into the Ghost Whisperer epic.”

“Scripts don’t mean anything,” Mrs. Kirschbaum chides me. “You can’t possibly get together the cast, the sets.”

“But I can! Well, maybe not literally. But I can make it…as a video game.”

An angry murmur shoots through the room. The girl who sobbed earlier stands up and shouts something at me, shaking a second season DVD set at me furiously.

“No, no wait! Look! I brought pictures! I’ve hired artists to capture the best likenesses of each of the regular characters. They’ll all be in the game, in loving detail! Jim, Delia, Eli…and yes, Jennifer Love Hewitt’s greatest character to date, Melinda.”