🎉 Welcome to the Tech Comm Slam!

Got an idea that doesn’t fit the examples? That’s totally okay — in fact, it’s encouraged! This is your space to get creative, take risks, and make it your own. Whether your piece is poetic, dramatic, hilarious, or completely unexpected, it belongs here. Go to this page for ideas and brainstorming!

Anything goes. If it’s tech-related and performative, it’s slam-worthy.

Don’t have time to think or prep? No problem — just grab one of the examples below and run with it. They’re ready to perform as-is!

So bring your quirks, your rants, your love letters to lost features — and let’s turn documentation into art.

Ready to Go Slams

🧑‍💻 Slam Category: "User Story" Slam

Title: “Tabitha and the Tyranny of Tabs”

📝 Script Example

(Spotlight. Performer steps forward, clutching a laptop.)

“Tabitha and the Tyranny of Tabs”

Tabitha was a grad student. A researcher. A dreamer. A tab hoarder.

Her browser? A graveyard of forgotten PDFs, half-read articles, and three versions of the same citation guide. She didn’t close tabs. She curated chaos.

Then came the day. The day her laptop wheezed. The fan screamed. And Chrome… crashed.

She stared into the void. Her thesis? Gone. Her sanity? On the brink.

Enter: TabNest. A humble extension. A digital librarian. It whispered, “Group your tabs. Save your soul.”

With one click, her tabs folded into folders. “Research – Week 3.” “Thesis – Citations.” “Memes – For Emotional Support.”

Tabitha breathed. Her laptop cooled. Her mind… focused.

And as she typed the final sentence of her thesis, She whispered, “Thank you, TabNest.” (Pause. Looks up.) Because sometimes, the hero isn’t a person. It’s a plugin.

🎤 Performance Tips

Tone: Start frazzled and frantic, then shift to calm and triumphant.
Pacing: Use quick, choppy sentences to mimic stress; slow down for resolution.
Gestures: Mimic typing, swiping, collapsing tabs — physicality adds humor.
Props (optional): A laptop, sticky notes labeled “chaos,” or a fake browser window.

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🎭 Slam Category: "Release Notes" Slam

Title: “Patch 4.2: A Tragedy in Three Fixes”

📝 Script Example

(Lights dim. The performer steps forward, solemn and intense.)

“Patch 4.2: A Tragedy in Three Fixes”

They said it would be minor. They said it would be routine. But oh… how the code wept.

Bug Fixes:

Resolved an issue where the login button would disappear after midnight. (A pause. A gasp.) As if the system feared the witching hour… As if authentication itself turned to dust when the moon rose.

Fixed a crash when users attempted to upload a file larger than 2GB. (Voice trembles.) We dared to dream big. We dared to upload. And the app… collapsed under the weight of our ambition.

Corrected a typo in the settings menu: “Langauge” is now “Language.” (Whispers.) A single letter. A rogue vowel. And yet… how many users wandered, lost in the forest of misconfiguration?

Performance Enhancements:

Improved load times for dashboard widgets. (Brightens slightly.) Hope… flickers. The dashboard awakens faster now. But at what cost?

(Steps back. Looks to the heavens.) Patch 4.2… you were small. But you were mighty. And we… we will never forget you.

🎤 Performance Tips

Tone: Treat it like a Shakespearean soliloquy. Overact. Embrace the drama.
Pacing: Use pauses for emphasis. Let silence build tension.
Gestures: Clutch your heart, raise your hands, pace slowly — whatever adds flair.
Props (optional): A printed release note sheet, a fake bug report, or a dramatic cloak.

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💔 Slam Category: "Ode to a Syntax Error"

Title: “Ode to the Semicolon I Forgot”

📝 Script Example

(Performer steps forward, eyes wide with anguish. A single sheet of code clutched in hand.)

“Ode to the Semicolon I Forgot”

Oh semicolon, You slender glyph of silent judgment, How cruelly you abandon me When I need you most.

I wrote with passion. I looped with care. I nested my ifs, I closed my brackets. But you… You were not there.

The console screamed. “Unexpected token.” “SyntaxError: missing ; before statement.” And I — I was betrayed.

I searched the stack trace like a detective in a noir film. Line 42. The scene of the crime. A variable declared, But never punctuated.

You were the pause that never came. The breath between thoughts. The whisper that keeps the compiler calm.

And now, I sit in shame. My program, broken. My pride, compiled into dust.

So here’s to you, semicolon. You tiny tyrant. You gatekeeper of logic. You punctuation with power.

May I never forget you again. (Raises hand solemnly.) Or at least… may my linter catch you first.

🎤 Performance Tips

Tone: Melancholic with bursts of frustration and reverence.
Pacing: Slow and poetic at first, then build intensity during the “console screamed” section.
Gestures: Dramatic sighs, pointing to imaginary code, clutching your head in despair.
Props (optional): A printed “error log,” a fake IDE window, or a giant cardboard semicolon.

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🧠 Slam Category: Narrative Prompt

Prompt: “The Inner Thoughts of a Forgotten Feature” Title: “I Was the Export Button”

📝 Script Example

(Performer stands still, arms crossed, voice low and reflective.)

“I Was the Export Button”

I used to matter. I had purpose. I was the Export Button.

People clicked me with pride. “Export to PDF,” they’d whisper. “Download as CSV,” they’d cheer. I made data tangible. I made spreadsheets sing.

But then… The redesign.

They moved me. Buried me. Three clicks deep in a dropdown labeled “Advanced Options.” Advanced? I was basic. I was essential.

Now they scroll past. They hover. They hesitate. And then… They copy and paste. (Shudders.) Copy. And. Paste.

I watch them struggle. Formatting ruined. Columns misaligned. And I scream — silently — “I could’ve done that for you!”

But no one hears. No one clicks. I blink in the void, waiting.

I was the Export Button. And I still work. I still care. I just… need to be seen.

🎤 Performance Tips

Tone: Melancholy with a hint of sarcasm; build toward a quiet, emotional climax.
Pacing: Slow and deliberate, with pauses for dramatic effect.
Gestures: Look off into the distance, slump your shoulders, mime a mouse click or dropdown menu.
Props (optional): A fake UI printout, a “Help” sign, or a cardboard button labeled “Export.”