Sandy Posted January 31, 2007 Author Share Posted January 31, 2007 [FONT=Century Gothic]The results of the [B]second team council[/B] are in. [COLOR=Green]The LOLs[/COLOR], the first person you voted out is [B]Peanut[/B], with three votes against Rachmaninoff's two. Sorry, girl, but you must say your goodbyes now to this thread please. As for other decisions, [B]Aaryanna[/B] is officially the new leader of [COLOR=DarkRed]the Mercenaries[/COLOR], and [B]The Boss[/B]/Mike joined [COLOR=Blue]the Titans[/COLOR] and the game. Expect the [B]third challenge[/B] to start soon. Just to give you a heads up, it will last all the way to Saturday, 10th of February. Yep, it's just that darn'd long. ;D[/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pumpkin Posted January 31, 2007 Share Posted January 31, 2007 [SIZE=1]Meh. I knew it was going to be me anyhow XD Sorry I wasn't prepared for this second challenge. But LIFE does sure get in the way sometimes. I'm still keeping the banner and i'll root on the sidelines. On that note, wish you all the best......lols. [/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted January 31, 2007 Author Share Posted January 31, 2007 [FONT=Century Gothic]It's time to move on with the game. Prepare yourselves for the... [center][size=5]Third Challenge: Otakuwood Studios Proudly Present[/size][/center] This time each team will create a [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screenplay][B][U]screenplay[/U][/B][/url] (<- there's a link there) for a [B]short film[/B], starring none others than themselves. As I said previously, it will require a lot of planning, patience and compromises between different ideas, but most importantly a huge amount of creativity. Here are some guidelines for the challenge: [INDENT][B]1.[/B] The actual lenght of the screenplay is irrelevant, more important is that it has a clear [B]beginning[/B], a [B]climax[/B] and an [B]ending[/B]. Each team should write it in a way that it could be filmed into a real short movie, including all the scenes, lines and necessary descriptions. Besides those, I'm giving you free hands to the presentation (you can add graphics and music to the text, for example). [B]2.[/B] To guide you even more, I'm giving all teams a specific [B]theme[/B] around which they should build their screenplays, inspired by the names of the teams. The themes are as follows: [INDENT][COLOR=DarkRed]The Mercenaries[/COLOR]: Dark Thriller [COLOR=DarkOrange]Team Argo[/COLOR]: Fantastic Adventure [COLOR=Green]The Laugh Out Louds[/COLOR]: Crazy Comedy [COLOR=Blue]The Titans[/COLOR]: Superhero Action[/INDENT] [B]3.[/B] Like I said, the short movies must have the team members in [B]leading roles[/B]. Rolenames are allowed, but then you must make it clear which team member "plays" which role. For other roles, you can use other contestants from this game or other members of OtakuBoards (myself included), if you want. [B]4.[/B] The [B]planning[/B] of the screenplay should take place in the Team Threads, and the whole team must participate in it. Only when the whole thing is finished, the [B]captain[/B] of the team should post it to this thread. [B]5.[/B] When all teams have posted their final screenplays, I will judge them for their creativity, originality, adaption to the given theme and entertainment value, and choose [B]two winners[/B]. That means that two teams will face the Team Council after the challenge, and will have to vote one of their members out.[/INDENT] The challenge starts immediately, and lasts for almost two weeks, ending in Saturday the [B]10th of February[/B]. Any and all questions should be asked in this thread, and answers are guaranteed. But now, [B]Survivors GO[/B]![/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shy Posted January 31, 2007 Share Posted January 31, 2007 [size=1]Question: How many pages (roughly) is this supposed to be? -Shy[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted January 31, 2007 Author Share Posted January 31, 2007 [QUOTE=Shy][size=1]Question: How many pages (roughly) is this supposed to be? -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] [FONT=Century Gothic]I assume you mean pages in Word? Well, [I]at least[/I] two (take into consideration the loose script format), but as I said, it's not the length that counts but the quality. ;D [/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaryanna Posted January 31, 2007 Share Posted January 31, 2007 [COLOR=DarkRed]Obviously we haven?t decided on a story yet. ^_~ But I was curious if there is any restriction as far as content goes, because my initial idea would end up being on the mature side. [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SunfallE Posted February 1, 2007 Share Posted February 1, 2007 [COLOR=RoyalBlue]I have a question for you Sandy, and that is in relation to the screenplay format. I'm assuming you want it written in that style, but after doing a little research I came accross all sorts of contridictions as to what was considered the correct format to use in a screenplay. For example: [CENTER][B]SunfallE[/B] (sitting at her desk reading a report) We need to put an end to the Mercenaries.[/CENTER] [B]Or:[/B] As she is sitting at her desk reading a report: [CENTER][B]SunfallE[/B] We need to put an end to the Mercenaries. [/CENTER] I saw many different ways and I've already run into more than one saying each way I just used was the correct one. So I'd like to know if this is something this will factor into our presentations. Because the last thing I want to do is lose because we didn't present it correctly. >_< So if you could clear that up for me I'd appreciate it. ^_~[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted February 1, 2007 Author Share Posted February 1, 2007 [font=Century Gothic][B]Aaryanna:[/B] in a script format, you don't have to write in all the gory details that you would in a story format. For example, finding someones severed head would be written [Aaryanna find a head.]. That's perfectly okay for even the most faint-hearted people, isn't it? ;D [B]Beth:[/B] I consider "script format" to be a wider concept, that includes both of your examples. Either one is fine by me. I just wanted to make sure that nobody would start to write it in the style of a novel.[/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted February 1, 2007 Share Posted February 1, 2007 One quick question: When we finish our screenplay, how do you want us to present them? Because OB doesn't allow me to put all the correct margins and whatnot by simply copying and pasting, so I was going to save room and errors by uploading onto a site and then giving a link to you. However, now that I've tried that, I can't seem to find a way to host my web file on the internet. :animeangr It's very frustrating. I know you said that creativity is what really counts here, but the script should still be in screenplay format, correct? So how do you want us to present them? Directly through OB, disregarding the slight errors that may occur in the format? OR... hosted through another sight and just give you a link? (In which case, I'd need some examples of services to use because I can't find any) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted February 9, 2007 Author Share Posted February 9, 2007 [QUOTE=Darren]So how do you want us to present them? Directly through OB, disregarding the slight errors that may occur in the format? OR... hosted through another sight and just give you a link? (In which case, I'd need some examples of services to use because I can't find any)[/QUOTE] [FONT=Century Gothic]First option, please. I'm more focused about the contents than the presentation. Don't mistake me for a film industry professional, either. ;P [B]Edit:[/B] Just to remind all teams, the third challenge will close [B]after tomorrow[/B], so all entries should be put up during Saturday. I will determine the winners in Sunday, or if all entries are up sooner than that.[/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Saturday in UK time or America time??? Just wondering since so many of us live in different places. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted February 9, 2007 Author Share Posted February 9, 2007 [font=Century Gothic]I wake up on Sunday here just about after the time that you go to sleep on Saturday there. So it's practically the same day anyway. But for future record, I go by [B]European time[/B] everytime I announce a deadline.[/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sakura Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 [color=navy]Ummm, have you got that in GMT? I live in Australia, and frankly, I have no idea what European time is. I kinda know the general US time I think.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheResplendent Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 [FONT=Tahoma]Going by what i think the equivalent of what Sandy is saying here, let's just say it's almost noon here. So in 48 hours it'll be Sunday morning, aka the end of sat night. From what I understand of your time (sakura) is that you are 14 hours ahead, so do the math and match it up with our deadline. Sandy will probably wake up a little earlier that Sat night though, so the deadline will probably refer to a little less then 48 hours.[/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rachmaninoff Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Perhaps it would be easier if Sandy told us when according to his time the contest is going to be finished. This site here: [URL=http://www.timezoneconverter.com/cgi-bin/tzc.tzc][U]Time Zone Converter[/U][/URL] Lets you convert the time in either direction to see when that would be for you. A simple google search was all it took for me to determine that Finland [Sandy's time if I rember where he is correctly] is GMT+2 Though if that's wrong I'm sure you could correct me on that Sandy. It may seem like a hassle, but something like that would certainly make it easier for everyone to have a more general idea of when their team needs to have things done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted February 10, 2007 Author Share Posted February 10, 2007 [font=Century Gothic]Another reminder for those teams that are panicking to get their entries up: the purpose of this challenge was to make a screenplay for a [B]short movie[/B], I'm not expecting to see too long scripts. Short movies usually last from ten minutes to half an hour, so there isn't time for that many scenes in them. Good luck for what's left of the challenge, Survivors![/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaryanna Posted February 10, 2007 Share Posted February 10, 2007 [COLOR=DarkRed][QUOTE=Sandy][font=Century Gothic]Another reminder for those teams that are panicking to get their entries up: the purpose of this challenge was to make a screenplay for a [B]short movie[/B], I'm not expecting to see too long scripts. Short movies usually last from ten minutes to half an hour, so there isn't time for that many scenes in them. Good luck for what's left of the challenge, Survivors![/font][/QUOTE]Uh, I know you said short, but ours has ended up being on the long side, and that included trimming things out of it. So ours would run anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour depending on how the scenes were actually shot. :animesigh I hope that's not a problem Sandy since we've been working really hard on this. >_< Because as far as films go it's still short. :p Oh and it did end up being more gory. The story just wouldn't have worked if it wasn't. :catgirl: [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zen Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [color=darkred][size=1] Boy... I really wish that 'short movie' bit had been placed in before me and my team plotted a feature length film-style script.[/color][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaryanna Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Please note:[/B] Other than the banners, the actual story is presented by links to access the sections. This is done for our 56k viewers as the load time for all of the graphics involved would be quite lengthy otherwise.[/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/3599/thrillerintro01wz2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/7469/thecastrd9.png[/IMG] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/CastList.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]THE CAST[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [IMG]http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/8606/prologuelh7.png[/IMG] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Prologue01.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]PROLOGUE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [IMG]http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/6435/thestoryzy3.png[/IMG] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/One.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]ONE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Two.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]TWO[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Three.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]THREE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Four.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]FOUR[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Five.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]FIVE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Six.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]SIX[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Seven.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]SEVEN[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Eight.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]EIGHT[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Nine.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]NINE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Ten.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]TEN[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Eleven.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]ELEVEN[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Twelve.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]TWELVE[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [URL=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/The%20Mercenaries/Conclusion.jpg][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=4][U][B]THIRTEEN[/B][/U][/SIZE][/COLOR][/URL] [IMG]http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/1079/theendlh1.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaryanna_Mom Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [center][size=6][b]THE GOLDEN FLEECE[/b][/size][/center] [indent][i]Cast of Characters:[/i] [b]ZEKE ELL[/b]: female; mid-20?s, athletic, heroic, attractive, leader; broadsword (Ezekiel) [b]SHAI[/b]: male; mid-20?s, tall, slim, reticent; longsword (Shy, duh.) [b]ALLAM ORF[/b]: male; early 20?s, friendly, awkward, eccentric; short sword (Guess who.) [b]MOTHER[/b]: female; 50?s, wise mentor, young-at-heart (I wonder.) [b]KALON[/b]: female; 6, calm, rose-eyed, insomniac; MOTHER?s assistant (Hmmm.) [b]DIANA[/b]: female; beautiful, powerful, evil arch-villain[/indent] Scene: TAVERN ? INTERIOR ? LATE AFTERNOON. (On a quiet afternoon ZEKE and SHAI are seated against the wall of an especially dirty tavern. Each has a partially filled mug in front of them, and there are several bottles on the table between them.) ZEKE: This sucks. SHAI: (After each line, Zeke pauses, as if waiting for SHAI to speak. SHAI says nothing, continuing to drink, stare at the table or out the nearby window, sigh, etc.) ZEKE: I don?t believe this. How did this happen? One minute you?re a hero, and towns are chanting your name in the streets as you pass through, and the next you?re washed out, bumming around taverns looking for work. You save towns and fight off goblins and trolls and the Gods know what other dark beasts, and you go out to kill this golem? SHAI: It was the wrong golem. ZEKE: And how were we supposed to know? The villagers sure didn?t tell us. SHAI: They were dead when we returned. ZEKE: They should have told us! SHAI: We went over this last week. And the week before. I don?t think you?ve stopped talking about this for five months. ZEKE: And? Nothing?s changed since then. SHAI: Not even our purse. (The two fall silent, and the sound of children?s voices is heard from outside.) SHAI: We need money. We?re not going to be able to sustain ourselves for much longer like this. ZEKE: (ZEKE is distracted by the voices outside and ignores SHY.) SHAI: (Checks contents of purse) I think we have enough left for about a week?s worth of food. ZEKE: Times are tough all over. We should consider ourselves lucky to have anything to eat with the way things are... SHAI: We might stretch it almost two weeks if we lay off the alcohol. ZEKE: (Shushes SHAI) VOICE OVER: ODD MAN (V.O.): Oh, jays, not that one. CHILD 1 (V.O.): But why not? ODD MAN (V.O.): Because it?s bloody and morbid and depressing. Anyone who?s gone after it has died. CUT: TAVERN ? EXTERIOR (ODD MAN sits in a chair on the tavern?s porch, surrounded by about a dozen children.) CHILD 2: How come? CHILD 3: Because it can make you rich, dummy. It has to be guarded by something. ODD MAN: Thank you. You must have heard this one already. Okay, then, I guess I?ll tell it. (shifts in seat) So. As the young master so eloquently put it, the Golden Fleece can make you rich. CHILD 1: How? ODD MAN: Because it?s magic. Magic things do stuff like that. Anyway, this wool was enchanted long ago by a powerful sorceress to make any man that possessed it wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. No one is entirely sure why she did this, for she was a very cruel and spiteful sorceress, like most sorceresses are, and this seemed to many to be a very benevolent thing to do. Personally, I believe it was because she knew humankind too well, and foresaw that such a powerful, desirable item would cause much fighting and bloodshed, which she obviously enjoyed, being a sorceress and what. But we?ll never know, because ironically she was killed by a powerful demon shortly after finishing the enchantment, who took the Fleece for themself. CHILD 4: That?s funny. ODD MAN: (withering glance) No, it isn?t. Many years passed, and the fleece fell to many owner's, each using its power for their own greedy purposes. An item that could do so much good was in reality being used for evil. Death, pain and destruction would follow the item wherever it went, and a dark age soon followed in our homeland. It was in the dark of night, years ago, a brave young lass stole the fleece! Unlike those who had tried to use the fleece only for themselves, she was pure of heart, and vowed to rid the world of it once and for all.The girl had made a deal with Diana, a beautiful guardian of Earthly treasures, promising that the fleece would be safe from harm, and brighter days would reach our shores. Unfortunately, Diana was really a serpent in disguise! Rather than protect the fleece she hoarded it, hiding it away on a far away island. While she uses the fleece to feed her thrist for wealth, we continue to suffer and starve. The story goes that many heroes have attempted to journey to this far away island, but none survive the perilous trip. CHILD 2: How you know? Have you ever gone there? ODD MAN: No. It?s far too perilous. CHILD 5: What was the name of the island? ODD MAN: Funny, I actually remember that part. The Fleece was hidden on? (ODD MAN is interrupted by the sound of various mothers calling their children home to dinner. The children leave, mumbling and grousing about not finishing the story.) That?s fine. We can finish later. That?s actually about it, really. (ODD MAN sits back in his chair and looks out into space.) CUT: TAVERN ? INTERIOR ZEKE: Did you hear that guy out there? SHAI: (Again, SHAI does not respond to ZEKE?s lines.) ZEKE: He was talking about the Golden Fleece just now. I?ve read about it in Birchdale Hall?s records once. It?s supposed to be able to grant unending wealth. I wonder if the man knows anything?.(trails off) SHAI: It?s a legend, Zeke. ZEKE: Legends start for a reason, Shy. I want to talk to that man. (ZEKE exits the tavern with SHAI reluctantly following.) CUT: TAVERN, EXTERIOR (ZEKE and SHY exit the tavern and stand on its porch. ZEKE looks around and sees ODD MAN seated near the porch's edge to her left; she approaches him.) ZEKE: Hi. How's the evening been out here? ODD MAN: Quite pleasurable, actually. Much nicer than being indoors eavesdropping. ZEKE: (starts visibly) I'm very sorry; how did you? ODD MAN: I'm a children's storyteller and a deck ornament. I don't get talked to by many that go in there. (gestures to the tavern) Much less so when they've just exited. ZEKE: (slightly stunned) Oh. I see. ODD MAN: So, what brings you out here to me, away from your Water of Life? ZEKE: (recovering) Umm, we heard you talking about the Golden Fleece, and we? SHAI: You. ZEKE: ?I wanted to find out how much you know about it. ODD MAN: And so he's just along for the ride. (BEAT) I know a bit more than what you would have heard from the story. I can tell you, naturally, but it?ll cost you. ZEKE: How much? (SHAI makes a disapproving gesture of sorts.) ODD MAN: About half an hour or so. Think you can spare it? (ZEKE and SHAI exchange glances) ZEKE: Sure, I guess. ODD MAN: Well then. I would prefer to discuss this elsewhere?say, my living room. No need to have any other eavesdroppers getting interested and randomly questing and getting themselves killed off and what. (rises) Shall we? (ODD MAN begins walking down the town?s street, followed by SHAI and ZEKE.) CUT. SCENE: STREET ? LATE AFTERNOON (The street is almost empty; only ODD MAN, with ZEKE and SHAI following, are seen out walking. Ahead on the left is a grand, stately manor with a well-kept lawn and garden, drawing the eye?s attention.) ODD MAN: (genially) My humble residence is just ahead. (ZEKE and SHAI make various approving comments) ODD MAN: Wrong side of the road. I live over there. (ODD MAN gestures to the right, where a mediocre house is now noticed. Nothing is exceptionally wrong with the house or the yard around it, but it is in no way impressive.) ZEKE: Oh. Sorry. ODD MAN: Yeah, yeah; don?t rub it in. (The trio enters the yard; ODD MAN unlocks the front door and they go inside.) CUT: ODD MAN?S HOUSE ? INTERIOR ? FRONT ROOM (The interior of the house is cluttered with various important and unimportant looking items. Movement is not entirely restricted, but ZEKE and SHAI stop beside some tables with pottery on them. A dark grey CAT sits unnoticed on a bookshelf against the wall left of the front door. ODD MAN begins making his way to the right side of the room.) ODD MAN: Give me a second; I need to find something. Oh, and watch out for that vase. (ZEKE turns to look for the object in question and knocks a tall clay vessel to the floor; the vessel shatters.) ZEKE: Oh! I?m so sorry. (begins gathering pieces together) ODD MAN: (Returning with scrolls under his arm) Don?t worry about it. I can replace that thing any time. It was the vase I was worried about. (moves expensive-looking vase to the center of the table SHAI is standing by, then begins walking backwards towards side opposite the front door) Now, if you?ll just follow me, we?ll get? (ODD MAN crashes to the floor mid-sentence and almost immediately jumps up again.) Okay, who put that blasted pile of books there?! CAT: You did?yesterday, in fact. ODD MAN: Bosh. I would have remembered. CAT: You usually don?t. (ODD MAN harrumphs) ZEKE: (incredulously) You have a talking cat? ODD MAN: Surely that doesn?t surprise you. You must see a great number of strange beasts every day; you are heroes, right? ZEKE: Right. SHAI: Ummm?. ODD MAN: (gives SHAI a penetrating look) ?yeah. We?ll have to work on that. Anyway, yes, I have a talking cat. He calls himself Tristan. I don?t know why he stays here, honestly, but I enjoy the company?. CAT/TRISTAN: (aside) He needs looking after. ODD MAN: ?well, mostly. (glares at TRISTAN) ZEKE: A pleasure to meet you. I am Zeke, and this is my partner, Shai. We are adventurers, and it so happens that we?re currently looking for work. ODD MAN: Really? Excellent; I had hoped as much. Now, on to this Fleece business?that is, if we can stay upright long enough to reach my living room. (begins moving towards the back again) TRISTAN: (coughs) Forgetting something, aren?t you? ODD MAN: (checking scrolls) No, I don?t believe so. TRISTAN: (sighs) Your name? ODD MAN: (stops in sudden realization) Oh! Of course. How presumptuous of me. I am Allam. Allam Orf. ZEKE: Again, a pleasure, sir. ALLAM: Likewise. So then. Shall we try this again? (They pick their way to the other side of the room and enter ALLAM?s living room. TRISTAN jumps down from the bookcase and follows.) CUT: ODD MAN?S HOUSE ? INTERIOR ? BACK ROOM (The room is much cleaner than the previous one: there are several chairs placed around it, and a rug covers most of the floor. ALLAM, ZEKE, and SHAI enter and sit, ZEKE and SHAI facing ALLAM, who has a small table beside his chair; he places the scrolls he is carrying on it and begins to look through them.) ALLAM: So, you?re heroes out of work, and you?re interested in the Golden Fleece. ZEKE: Yes. You said you knew of it? ALLAM: I know much about it: where it came from, what it does, what it looks like, what you?d probably run into getting there, etc. ZEKE: And you can tell us where to find it? ALLAM: Ehh?not really. SHAI: But I heard you start to tell the children the island?s name. ALLAM: That?s true. But that?s all I know. I?ve been studying the Fleece for some time now, and the island it?s on isn?t on any sea charts I?ve been able to find. SHAI: Then we?ve wasted our time coming here. (rises) ALLAM: Not entirely. Please, sit back down. (SHAI sits) I don?t know where the island is, but I know the person who hid it there, and where she lives. ZEKE: Really? Who is it? ALLAM: Mother. (small pause, as ZEKE and SHAI process this statement) ZEKE: So, the person that hid the Golden Fleece on a faraway island beyond multiple dangerous beasts and things was your mother? ALLAM: Heh, no. That?s her name. That?s who she is. Mother. You see, people nowadays have very peculiar names?. ZEKE: Oh. I see. ALLAM: She is very old, and very wise. She actually parented an entire race of people ? the Oranians. They were a very noble race of people, and learned many things at an early age. ZEKE: What happened to them? ALLAM: Dunno. I know they helped Mother hide the fleece, but there?s not much record of them. They kind of passed out of knowledge gradually, and no one?s heard of them in a while. TRISTAN: Allam. The point, if you please. ALLAM: Sorry. Essentially, if we want to find the Fleece, we?ll have to see her first. SHAI: We? ALLAM: Yes. I know where to find her, and I have a ship to get us there, which conveniently docked here last night, so I might as well go along. Besides, the crew knows me, so it?ll be easier than if you had to spend a long, arduous journey gaining their trust, and what. SHAI: Fine. But will the cat be coming too? TRISTAN: I?d rather not. Sea spray makes my fur terribly sticky. SHAI: Good. It?s bad luck to have a black cat around. ALLAM and TRISTAN (unison): Gee, thanks. ALLAM: (coughs) So if we set sail tomorrow, we should make it to Mother?s home in about two days. ZEKE: Sounds good. ALLAM: All right, I?ll see you tomorrow, then. Please don?t break anything on your way out. Oh, and here. (withdraws small bag from his shirt and tosses to ZEKE) There?s enough for two rooms at the Inn in there, or one really nice one. Whichever you prefer. (smirks) ZEKE: (catches bag) (surprised) Thank you. (ZEKE and SHAI exit ALLAM?s house) TRISTAN: So what was all that fuss about the scrolls earlier? ALLAM: Oh, these? Two of them are sea charts I?ll be needing. TRISTAN: And the others? ALLAM: (begins tossing scrolls into his fireplace) Oh, some twit in another town wanted me to distribute some of his romance novels around. Bloody lot of rubbish. CUT. SCENE: PORT ? DAY (ZEKE and SHAI enter the PORT. There are two ships currently moored in view: one is rather impressive, while the other looks a bit weather beaten and much the worse for wear. A crew is bustling over the former, loading some boxes onto it and preparing it for launch, and there are a few men on the latter. ZEKE and SHAI, obviously remembering the houses from the previous day, stand and try to decide which ship they should be looking at. ALLAM comes up behind them.) ALLAM: We?re almost ready to set off. I just had to purchase some provisions, or I would have been here sooner. Come aboard. ZEKE: Of course. Which one is yours? ALLAM: Oh. The nice one, actually. I prefer to spend more money on a ship than a house, since houses generally don?t get battered by angry waves. SHAI: A trait for which we shall be quite thankful, I?m sure. ALLAM: Mmm. Well, let?s go. (ALLAM, ZEKE, and SHAI board the ship.) INTERCUT: Ship leaving port; various shots of the ship sailing: flybys, close-ups of the three main characters doing things on the ship. (The first day of sailing is clear until evening, when a small, vicious squall comes up, battering the ship and her crew, and lasting until around noon the next day. Shortly after the weather clears up, a coastline comes into view, and the ship heads for it.) CUT: MOTHER?S GARDEN ? DAY (MOTHER is sitting in her private garden in the center of her home, reading a scroll. A low table stands beside her. MOTHER sets down the scroll and claps her hands to summon her assistant.) KALON: (entering garden) What is it, Mother? MOTHER: We will be having guests shortly?three of them. Please prepare some refreshments for them. KALON: At once, Mother. (MOTHER picks up the scroll she had been reading and goes back to it, poring over the details of the Golden Fleece, certain that those who are coming will be searching for it. How does she know? Well, she just does. She always does. It is what makes her MOTHER.) (KALON enters the garden with a tray of food and lays it out on one side of the table. She exits and returns with refreshments, and then sets up three chairs so they are facing MOTHER on the other side of the table where the food is.) KALON: Anything else, Mother? MOTHER: Thank you child. Go and rest for a moment, and then let our guests in. (KALON leaves the garden and goes back into the main part of the home. About ten minutes later the sounds of someone requesting an entrance can be heard. MOTHER smiles to herself and puts the scroll she was reading out of sight. KALON enters the garden with three tired and worn travelers behind her; they are ALLAM, ZEKE, and SHAI) KALON: Mother, these people wish to speak with you. MOTHER: Please, have a seat, you must be tired from your journey. (The three travelers sit down in the chairs across from MOTHER.) MOTHER: Take a moment to refresh yourself and then we will speak. (turns to KALON) Go and get the memory plates please. KALON: At once Mother. (exits) (ALLAM starts to speak, but MOTHER raises her hand for silence.) MOTHER: I know why you are here, Allam, Zeke and Shai (she ignores their startled looks) You wish for me to aid you in your quest for the Golden Fleece. However, to do that you must first pass a test, one to prove you are capable of the task before you. Once you are done with the refreshments I will explain your test. But not one moment before that, so please enjoy what my assistant Kalon has prepared for you. SHAI (TO ALLAM): Why does she try to test us? What does she have to do with the fleece? ALLAM: In her years she has seen many heroes try to reach the shores that hold the fleece. All have failed. She is merely trying to protect us. ZEKE: Protect us from what? ALLAM: Diana... (The three travelers continue to whisper among themselves, and then finally take some of the food. They hesitate at first and then dig in once they realize just how hungry they are. When they are almost finished, KALON returns with nine stone plates about a foot in diameter and places them on the ground next to MOTHER. KALON then puts away the remaining food and trays, and when she is done she moves the small table and places the nine stones on the floor between MOTHER and the visitors in a three by three grid, neatly laid out and face down, so that what is on the other side cannot be seen. She then moves to stand next to MOTHER.) MOTHER: Now, this test is called concentration. Each plate has an image painted on the other side. You must match the image with its corresponding twin. ALLAM: But?. MOTHER: Yes, Allam? ALLAM: There are nine plates; won?t you need an even number of plates if we are going to be matching them up? MOTHER: (chuckles) Correct. However, in this test you must name the image of the extra stone plate in the middle; you do not have to match up the other pairs. But to do that you cannot turn over even one of the stone plates. ZEKE, SHAI, and ALLAM (unison): What? MOTHER: You have ten minutes. (She motions to KALON, who turns an hour glass over to start the sands.) Now the key to solving this puzzle is this: those stone plates are a mirror of yourself, Allam. (SHAI and ZEKE turn to ALLAM who fidgets in his chair.) ALLAM: Don?t look at me like that! I don?t know what it is! SHAI: Well, figure it out then. You?re the one who said we needed Mother?s help. ZEKE: Come on, Allam, surely you can figure this out. ALLAM: No one said you two couldn?t help either. (he looks pleadingly towards Mother) MOTHER: That is correct, anyone can tell me the answer. (Several minutes pass as the three of them argue among themselves as to who should know what the answer is.) ALLAM: Enough! I can?t think! (ZEKE and SHAI fall silent.) ALLAM: (thinking aloud) Okay, so this is a mirror of me, but I don?t see how Mother could have had my image painted or etched into the stone plates so quickly?. Wait a minute?a Mirror? A mirror reflects your face and form! If the stone plates are a mirror of me, they must show parts of me! What do I have two of, but only one of that would be seen in a mirror?. (starts tapping his fingers together) Think! Think! (The sands in the hourglass are almost gone.) ALLAM: (stands up excitedly) I have it! I have two hands, two ears, two eyes, two nostrils and only one mouth! The image on the center stone plate is a mouth! MOTHER: (smiling) That is correct. (MOTHER gets up and walks over and turns over the plates, showing images of two ears, two nostrils, two hands, two eyes, and in the center one mouth.) MOTHER: Tomorrow my assistant and I will accompany you on your journey for the Golden Fleece. (The three adventurers cheer excitedly.) MOTHER (continuing): You may rest here until then. Kalon, please show our guests to their rooms. KALON: Of course, Mother. (KALON exits, with the three travelers in tow. MOTHER smiles to herself and goes back to reading her scroll) ALLAM (off camera): Why did she pick me? CUT. SCENE: MOTHER?S ISLAND ? DAY (ZEKE, SHAI, MOTHER, KALON, and ALLAM are heading down to the waiting ship. The camera draws closer, and conversation can be heard.) ZEKE: This is going wonderfully, Shai. We?ll be rich soon! (pauses, sobers, turns to ALLAM) So, what kind of sea creatures are we going to be attacked by? ALLAM: None, unless there are a few creatures I don?t know about. I made them up to scare the children. We really have a straight sail to the island now. ZEKE: So the Fleece is just sitting there unguarded, then? MOTHER: No, certainly not! There are creatures on the island protecting the Fleece. However, you must hurry and sail quickly; there is another who seeks the artifact as well. And their intentions are not pure. (ZEKE and SHAI nod seriously.) ALLAM: Oh yippee. ZEKE (ignoring ALLAM): What kind of creatures are there? MOTHER: Of the natural ones, there are lions and tigers. ALLAM: Any bears? MOTHER: (looks at ALLAM curiously) No. There are no bears. ALLAM: Pity. SHAI: (also looks at ALLAM curiously) You are very strange. ALLAM: (sighs) Yeah. Yeah, I know. (BEAT) ZEKE: You said ?of the natural ones?. Do you mean that there are unnatural things there as well? MOTHER: Yes. Unfortunately, you must find out for yourselves; I cannot tell you, for I did not oversee their placement there, and it has been long since I have needed to remember it. (ALL look at MOTHER apprehensively; they board the ship and sail away from MOTHER?s house.) INTERCUT: Various scenes of the ship sailing onwardly. You know the drill. DON LAFONTAINE (V.O.): And so our heroes press onwards to their goal. MOTHER guided them on their way towards the island, allowing ALLAM to steer carefully around the submerged reefs and sunken ships. There were, in fact, sea creatures that ALLAM had not known about? CUT: Various scenes of ALL fighting off sea serpents. LAFONTAINE (V.O.): ?but they proved to be no match for our heroes. CUT: Shots of ZEKE and SHAI decapitating serpents, ALLAM raining arrows from the crow?s nest into a serpent?s head, KALON fiercely defending MOTHER with ALLAM?s sword as vehemently as a rose-eyed six-year-old girl can (which can be pretty nasty), etc. BACK TO INTERCUT LAFONTAINE (V.O.): After what seems like months of arduous sailing, through storms and beasts, their destination finally appears on the horizon. The heroes row ashore cautiously. CUT: THE ISLE OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE ? DAY (A small boat comes to shore; ALLAM?s ship is seen farther out in deep water. When the boat stops, ALL get out.) SHAI: This is it, then. Our quest for the Fleece is almost over. MOTHER: This way. INTERCUT: Various shots of ALL walking guardedly through the island?s dim forests. (ZEKE is in the lead, followed by KALON and MOTHER, with ALLAM and SHAI at the rear of the party. They encounter no opposition, and eventually reach the mouth of a large cavern. There are statues on either side of the mouth, and the inside looks to be lined with massive chiseled stones.) MOTHER: We?re here. ALLAM: That was easy. ZEKE: Yes. Much too easy. Stay on your guard. (ALL venture inside.) CUT: CLIFFSIDE - EXTERIOR (Overlooking the shore of the island is DIANA, a beautiful, dark-haired woman staring down at the approaching heroes from one of its' many high cliffs.) DIANA: She returns. CUT: GOLDEN FLEECE CAVERN ? INTERIOR (The inside of the cavern is a large hall; numerous other halls branch off from it, but MOTHER indicates that the way lies forward. As the party continues onward, ALLAM gradually moves up to the front alongside ZEKE; SHAI remains with KALON and MOTHER.) ZEKE: What do you want, Allam? ALLAM: I just felt I needed to be up here checking for traps. Shai is a much better fighter than I am, so Mother is better left in his guard. ZEKE: Ah. You think the cavern might be trap-ridden? (ALLAM makes a sudden spastic gesture, but ZEKE fails to notice; a stone sinks beneath her foot.) ALLAM: In a word, yes. (Doors slide up into the walls, and numerous skeletal warriors begin charging the party.) ZEKE: Defend yourselves! SHAI: Protect Mother! ALLAM: Why do we have to kill things that are bloody dead?! (A moderately long fight scene ensues; the heroes are split apart, but they do not falter, and eventually the skeletal ranks are reduced to almost nothing. ZEKE, SHAI, and ALLAM are finishing off the last few warriors when SHAI spots a lone skeletal archer across the room. The archer aims at MOTHER) SHAI: NO! (The archer fires a single bolt with deadly accuracy; the three heroes are too far away to do anything, and MOTHER has no time to get out of the way. Suddenly, KALON dashes in front of MOTHER and jumps, intercepting the arrow directly in her chest. SHAI roars and charges at the warrior, cleaving him in two. ALLAM catches KALON and struggles to put his now turbulent emotions into words.) ALLAM: (thickly) Dammit. I was just starting to like having you around, too. (Mother wipes several tears from her eyes, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing onward. The other heroes seem shocked.) ZEKE: ...Mother? SHAI: What is wrong with her? Does she not even bother to mourn the dead? MOTHER: I can hear you! I have seen many young heroes fall in my stead, and I will take none of it anymore. Our trials are not over yet. She knows we're here! SHAI: The woman you gave the fleece to? She must be 100 years old by now! MOTHER: I'm sorry, Shai. Perhaps you don't understand how much this meant to Kalon, and to myself... (Allam is visibly shaken by Mother's determination.) ALLAM: Mother speaks the truth. We need to be more careful, and get the fleece as fast as we can. (Reluctantly, they leave Kalon behind as they journey deeper and deeper into the cave.) FADE OUT: SCENE: INTERIOR: TREASURE ROOM. NIGHT. (The remaining four enter an elaborate and beautiful hall, decorated with golden statues, plates, jewels and fine silks. The hall seems to go on for eternity, and is dimly lit by a series of torches attached to the walls.) ALLAM: My goodness. The stories are true! MOTHER: It looks as if she's been busy all these years. Let's find the fleece. ZEKE: Right. (They begin turning the treasure room upside down, searching frantically for the fleece. Allam grabs hold of a nearby torch.) SHAI: Imagine, so many treasures in one place. We could spend a lifetime raiding this place for gold. ALLAM (To Shai): All this gold will bring is a lifetime of pain. (Allam motions towards Mother, who is holding a golden doll and crying.) SHAI: I suppose so. The fleece will be more than enough. If we can only find it. DIANA (Off camera): You need look no longer. (The group looks towards the entrance of the room, shocked to see Diana standing there with a sword in one hand and the GOLDEN FLEECE in another. She is wearing midnight black armor.) DIANA: I'm right here. MOTHER: DIANA! ZEKE: Diana? This woman can't be much older than I am? MOTHER: Only a snake shedding their skin. DIANA: Hm. I see the years have not been as kind to you. Whatever happened to the young girl who traded the fleece for a life of prosperity? MOTHER: Liar... DIANA: Prosperity only comes to those who earn it. (Shai raises his bow, preparing to fire on Diana) SHAI: That's our plan, exactly, actually. DIANA: A bow and arrow?! Ha! I hope you have learned to wield it better than your last encounter... (Diana points her sword towards Zeke) DIANA: ...I think I will kill you first. You will envy your young, dead friend when I'm through with you. (Zeke motions towards Allam) ZEKE: Now! (Allam extends his torch to the tip of Shai's arrow, lighting it aflame as he launches it directly into Diana's face!) DIANA: ARGH! (Diana collapses to the ground, screaming in pain as her clothing begins to catch on fire. She drops the fleece, and the Mother grabs it as they flee the cave.) MOTHER: I see the years have not changed her at all! SCENE: EXTERIOR. CLIFFSIDE. EXOTIC MEDITERRANEAN ISLAND. NIGHT. (A powerful storm rages across the sky as our heroes are being pursued by Diana (now scarred on her face) down the cliff and towards the shore. Running at incredible speed, Diana rushes towards the group. ZEKE, attempting to buy some time, engages in a swordfight with Diana while the rest of the group wait for an opportune moment to strike.) DIANA: May the gods punish you for what you have done to me! Return the fleece! ZEKE: Never! (Diana strikes at Zeke with her sword, only narrowly missing her head by a few centimeters.) DIANA: I demand you return what is rightfully mine. (Diana then shrieks as SHAI (mid-20?s, thin and tall, silent) and ALLAM (early-20?s, awkward, friendly) launch a volley of ARROWS into the back of her back.) SHAI: You know nothing of what is right, beast! (Zeke slashes across Diana?s chest, shredding her SILVER ARMOR and forcing her ever closer to a deadly fate below. Upon impact this armor glows as brightly as the sun, forcing Zeke to cover her eyes.) DIANA: ARGH!! (When the light fades Diana?s appearance has changed from a beautiful woman to that of a frail, undead husk of a human being. The four Argonauts are shocked by this horrific new form she has taken. Mother seems especially frustrated by his appearance. She is clutching the golden fleece tightly.) MOTHER: No more trickery, Diana! Now we can see you for what you truly are ? a monster! SHAI: Mother, look out! (Suddenly a BOLT OF LIGHTNING crashes into the side of the cliff, causing Mother to lose her footing for a moment and nearly slip off into the murky water below. Allam quickly rushes to Mother?s aid, dropping his bow and pulling her to safety.) MOTHER: Thank you for saving me, Allam! ALLAM: Anytime, Mum. (Diana takes a step back from Zeke and leaps into the air with supernatural strength, over to Mother and Allam! Shai attempts to strike Diana as she lands, but she dodges the arrow and swiftly strikes him in the face with the hilt of the blade, knocking him to the ground.) ZEKE: My love, no! (Zeke rushes to Shai?s side.) DIANA: ?MONSTER!?? MOTHER: How about now? Now would be a good time! (Diana?s eyes glow a fiery red as she prepares to strike the two unarmed heroes.) ALLAM: Err? um? (Thinking quickly Allam grabs the fleece from Mother and hurls it at Diana, completely shrouding her in it. With her vision obscured, Diana drops her weapon and struggles to remove the fleece. Unfortunately for her, she cannot escape. The more she struggles, the tighter the fleece wraps around her face!) ALLAM: The fleece! MOTHER: It?s binding her! (Diana begins ripping pieces off of the fleece, tearing it apart to free herself.) ALLAM: But not for much longer! DIANA: Such? humiliation... at the hands of mortals! (Zeke grabs Diana?s sword from the ground and rushes towards the fiend.) ZEKE: Humiliation is the least of your concerns, Diana! (Without hesitation Zeke decapitates Diana from behind, knocking the beast?s head off of the cliff and into the dark oceanic depths. The headless body drops to ground, lifeless, but still clutching tightly onto the fleece. Breathing heavily, Zeke leans onto Diana?s sword as she kneels.) ZEKE: It?s? over... I think? it?s over. (Shai stands up slowly, rubbing his head.) SHAI: You mean we did it? (He comes to Zeke?s side, holding onto her shoulder tenderly.) ALLAM: Actually, erh? MOTHER: --WE did it. Now we can return the fleece to our home, right where it belongs! SHAI: Agreed. Now we can finally free our home of the curse, and return to-- ALLAM: No! I did it! (Everyone pauses for a moment, and stares at Allam curiously.) ZEKE: Pardon? MOTHER: Huh? ALLAM: You see.. Zeke was knocked to the floor, and SHAI got smashed in the head. I was the one who thought to use the fleece to blind Diana. SHAI: Oh brother! ALLAM: If I didn?t act so quickly, we?d all be fish food by now. ZEKE: I don?t think handing the monster EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED counts as bravery in any capacity, Allam. (Zeke and Shai let out a laugh as they embrace one another tightly. Embarrassed, Allam walks away from the edge of the cliff with Mother following closely behind. ) ALLAM: How dare they say that about me. I?m a hero, too. (Mother tugs at the back of Allam?s shirt, causing him to turn around.) ALLAM: What do you want? (Mother gives Allam a warm hug.) MOTHER: Don?t be bothered by what the others have to say. You?ll always be my hero. (Allam grins.) ALLAM: Well, hm? I guess that?s a start. Maybe next time they can save the day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SunfallE Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [center][/center] [center][url=http://www.midi4u.com/artists/e/elo/Jeremy.mid]Click here for music.[/url][/center] [center][img]http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/2325/coverro5.png[/img][/center] [size=1]A loud chattering came from a large population of senior students who stood waiting outside a monolithic research facility. None of them were especially thrilled to be having a field trip at such a place but they had few other choices, the marks they got from the work they filled out was worth 20% of their year grade. Ms. Beth: The students in my group are JJ, Stephen, Tiana, Mary and Mike. A small group of teens split away from their friends and gathered around the teacher. A slender, tall auburn haired Greek, Mike, sneered and crossed his arms as he looked at who he had to be stuck with for the whole day. Mike: Why do I have to go with them? Ms. Beth: I?m sorry but it?s not my choice, everyone was split up into these groups for a reason. Stephen (a pale, blonde-haired nerd-type dressed in uncharacteristically preppy clothing): I don?t think this group is bad at all. Everyone stares at him for a while before Mike breaks the silence again. Mike: Whatever, let?s just go already. Tiana (a small, dark haired Hawaiian with tanned skin, dressed in casual feminine clothing): Do you have to be so rude? Mary (an lithe Asian tomboy dressed in jeans and a hoodie): Hmph, what do you expect, that?s all he?s good for. Ms. Beth: Now now, keep calm. And?.JJ-? Mike: I?m Mike! Ms. Beth: Sorry. Mike?s right, we should be heading in now. We?ll be starting at a different point to the other groups. Ms. Beth consultes her map of the facility, and leads the way in through the large glass-and-steel doors. Ms. Beth: Here we are. This is the Main Testing Area. The group of six walks into a large, sterile white room, seeing plenty of cages filled with test animals, from simple lab rats to large monkeys and orangutans. JJ (a tall American boy with glasses and dark hair): This place is horrible. Does animal welfare know about this? Mike scoffs, walking around and looking at all of the different animals in disinterest. Ms. Beth: Don?t forget to do the page in your workbooks. The teens sigh and begin flipping through until they reach the correct page. There are a couple of scientists in the room who are busily flipping pages on their clipboards and typing things on a computer. Stephen takes curious notice of six corked test tubes in a rack. He bends down until they are at eye level. Making a small noise of amazement as each is filled with a vapour and a coloured haze, each looking different to the other. He reaches out a hand to touch it? Scientist: Hey you! Don?t touch that! The shout startles Stephen and he spins around clumsily, hands still outstretched, sweeping the rack of test tubes onto the floor with a smash. Ms. Beth, JJ, Tiana, Sakura and Mike all run over to see what has happened, each happening to inhale a different coloured gas. Tiana: (inhales navy blue fumes) Does anyone else feel light headed? Mary: (inhales purple fumes) Ugh, I do. I feel like I?m gonna be sick? Mike: (inhales maroon gas) You?re all weak?AHHH! *feels shooting pain in abdomen* JJ: (inhales black gas) I don?t feel sick, but my skin?s all tingly. Ms. Beth: (inhales pale blue vapour) I feel itchy? Stephen: (inhales greyish vapour) I don?t feel anything. Scientist: What have you done?! Years of research! Destroyed!!! GET OUT!!! Ms. Beth quickly ushers the students out of the room and outside into the open air. A few of them are coughing, not noticing they had inhaled the gas. They stand in the front entrance together in a small circle, Ms. Beth eyeing each of them carefully with concern. Ms. Beth: Is everyone alright? There are muttered ?yes?s and smothered coughs from the group as they all out to sit on a patch of grass outside the facility. The students and Ms. Beth gather together in the front, Ms. Beth turned around, attempting to apologize to the security guards leading them out. The students all appear indifferent as they individually stare off into the sky. Close ups to their faces reveal expressions of ignorance, each one ignoring the other and patiently daydreaming. Ms. Beth (turned around towards the students) Very well, students.... Due to this unfortunate accident, I?m afraid we must all leave. I suppose you may all board the bus and we?ll leave. Mary So what are we going to be doing the for the rest of the day, then? Stephen (crossing his fingers, he whispers to himself hopefully) Early dismissal, early dismissal... come on. Ms. Beth (eyes Stephen slightly) I suppose you may all go home early today. Nothing else is planned for you all. Mike and Stephen in unison Yes! Ms. Beth BUT! You must all use what you saw today in an essay to be written and handed into me by next week. The groups of students begin to moan and groan together, Mike cursing aloud and ignored by Ms. Beth. The group begins to walk away unmotivated towards the bus, Ms. Beth making a head count before giving a thumbs up to the driver and boarding herself. We fade to black. We have a montage of each character. First we see Ms. Beth returning to a nicely decorated apartment. She turns on the apartment lights and sighs. She begins to rub her eyes as she enters further to reveal a japanese-influenced decoration style, several antiques spread out in various places. She greets a small short-haired gray cat at her feet and then sits down her bag and sits down onto a plush red couch, crossing her legs. Stephen is seen frantically swinging the controller of a Nintendo Wii. His enthusiasm is apparent in laughs and taunts towards the video game. Mary is seen typing at a computer, her attention focused on the screen. Very little light enters the room, and she seems to be enthralled by the piece of writing she is currently involved with. We turn the camera to see her typing the essay that is due. Tiana is seen at a large drafting table lit by a lamp to her right. She is elegantly drawing some large picture with long strokes of a pencil. The creative spirit glistens in her eyes as she admirably glares at the drawing. JJ is seen sitting at a desk chair, body spread out as he swerves around and speaks animatedly into a phone. Laughter and importance are involved in his silent conversation. Mike is seen at a public gym, his fists wrapped and shirtless, he pounds on a hanging punching bag with his fists and legs. His concentration is completely taken by his work out. We fade to black once again and show each character in similar fashion, but now in bed. Each one slumbers uneasily, as if plagued by some pain or nightmare. Ms. Beth seems to be in a state of disbelief as she sleeps. Mary has an expression of shock and terror. Stephen looks as if he is mystified or in wonder. Tiana covers her ears with a pillow, as if trying to stop some unwanted noise. JJ desperately scratches his skin all over in his slumber. Mike wears an expression of fury, anger and internal pain. The next day, a sunny Saturday morning, each character is involved doing something or another. We see Mary awaken, slowly she opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings. Slowly, she realizes where she is. In her bed, but now several times smaller. Wrinkles in the sheets seem like tidal waves, her pillow like a mountain, she begins to scream. Mary Oh God.... W-what!? This is a dream... yeah of course. It?s gotta be a dream!!! We slowly move away to see just how small she is, hearing her desperate cries against reality in a small, squeaking voice. Ms. Beth is in her kitchen, watching as her coffee machine works itself bored, she looks down to a small novel in her hands. She is dressed in a night robe, her hair up in a towel and skin wet from a shower. For a moment she sits, enthralled by her novel. Then the phone rings. She steps out to answer, but screams in suprise as she trips over her pet cat. She begins to fall and attempts to grab at the air, but fails to save herself. She continues to scream and clenches her eyes, but then realizes the lack of pain. She opens her eyes to stare at the floor below her, turning her head, she looks around her body and realizes that she is floating gently in the air. At this realization she drops to the floor with a loud THUD! She slowly gets up and looks around in disbelief. The phone continues to ring, but she is too mesmerized and white eyed. Slowly she gets up and answers the phone. Ms. Beth Can?t talk.... right now... She then hangs the phone up without care. Stephen is up playing his video game in his pajamas. He hears a distant call from the distance, his mother. Mother Stephen! I need some help! Stephen scoffs One sec! I?m busy! Mother Now Stephen!!! Stephen ALRIGHT! After his yell, he drops his controller and mumbles to himself Stephen (in a whisper) Can?t wait a damned minute, God.... He makes his way down stairs and calls to his mother. Stephen What is it ma?.... Ma? MA?! He begin to look for her, annoyed, and then finds that she is standing in a still pose, as if frozen. Her mouth open in a mid-call, hand raised to her mouth while her other holds a basket of laundry. Stephen (softly now) Ma....? Tiana sits alone at a breakfast table eating a piece of jelly toast. A glass of orange juice sits away from her, as does a TV remote. A small television sits off at a counter a few feet away from her. Her eyes seem lazy and she reaches for the orange juice. It?s too far for her reach, but she tries hard anyway, concentrating on the glass as she leans her body over to it. The glass begin to edge along the table by itself slowly. Unnoticed at first by Tiana, the glass lunges at her and into her open hand. She leaps back shocked and spills the glass. Tiana ....whoa.... As if testing herself, she raises her eyebrow and pokes her tongue from between her lips. She begins concentrating on the TV remote in front of her. As if by magic, the remote trembles at first and the flies across the air and into her hands. Tiana Awesome! Haha! Looking to the TV, then back the remote, she relinquishes the object and concentrates on the television. To her delight, the television blinks on. She begins to clap happily. JJ is outside of his home, sitting on a stoop as he ties his shoes. He hears the sound of a car horn, and is startled by the noise. As he jumps, he loses his balance on the stoop step and falls over, and onto his forehead on the hard granite sidewalk. For a moment, he sits, then slowly raised up unfazed. Visibly confused, he raises his hand up and wipes his forehead only to brush off small particles of concrete. JJ Huh.... lucky me. JJ begins to ponder, and wonder. He looks over to his stoop?s hand-guide, a stone-slab leading up the stairs. Balling up his fist, at first hesitantly. He rids his mind of fear and takes his hand, ramming it into the stone at full force. He cringes at first, and then his face takes on an aura of wonder yet again. He looks to his hand to see it is undamaged. JJ ....huh? Mike is walking down the street in a visibly rough neighborhood. Graffiti-ed walls and cracked sidewalks abound as he makes his way down the block. His attention is taken away quickly by a fast motion behind me. A rough looking Caucasian man dressed in layered clothing is behind him, a pocket knife poking into Mike?s back. Thug Give me all ya cash and you won?t get hurt, kid. Mike is obviously unafraid and spins around, grabbing the man by the wrist (which is holding the knife). Mike How about not? Yanking the man towards him, Mike sends a knee into the man?s sternum and releases him. The blow sends the man flying back into an alley way at great speed and with heavy force. He slams into a brick wall, causing pieces of rubble to fall onto his head as he lands into a pile of garbage. He lays unconscious without so much as a groan. Mike Damn... where?d that come from? Fade to black. Mary runs across her bed, staring at the now large gorge between the bed and her bedside table where her mobile phone is sitting. She scratches her head, wondering how to get across. She eyes her lamp and the power cord that stretches to the ground. Mary slides down her sheet, hitting the carpet with an inaudible thump. Running the distance to where the cord starts as she makes her ascent, walking up the dresser, holding the cord tightly. Mary finally makes it to the top, bending over with her hands on her knees, catching her breath. She looks at her huge phone and climbs on top of it, jumping on the buttons to access her phonebook. She looks up Ms. Beth?s number and hits ?Call?, sitting on the screen beside the speaker as the dial tone rings. After a long time she picks up only to answer? Ms. Beth: Can?t talk?.right now?. *click* Mary: What?! She hung up before I said anything! She jumps on the redial button, determined to get a word in. Mary: Ms. Beth! Don?t hang up. Ms. Beth: ??Hello? Who is it? Mary: It?s Mary. Ms. Beth: Mary? It doesn?t sound like you?Why does your voice sound so squeaky? Mary: This may be hard to believe but I?ve shrunk. Ms. Beth: Shrunk?! How?! Mary: I don?t know?but I think we should meet up?Can you come to my house? Ms. Beth: Yes, I?ll be there soon. Mary: Ok, I?ll call the others. Fade to black. Half an hour later? Mary is now waiting for everyone to arrive, after unlocking the door with some trouble since she?s so small. She is currently sitting on the table in the hallway, having scaled up there by using another power cord. Ms. Beth stands with the others outside Mary?s house. She knocks on the door with no response from inside. Carefully she tests the doorknob, watching the door swing open as she pushes gently. Ms. Beth: ?Mary? Mary: *shouting* I?M HERE!!! Tiana hears the squeaking and sees Mary standing on the table, jumping up and down and waving her arms frantically. Tiana: *pointing* She?s on the table. They all gather around the table, looking down at the downsized girl. Ms. Beth picks her up gently, bringing her to eye level. Mike: Heh, I think I like her better this way. Mary glares and shouts at him, but it comes out small and squeaky as usual. Mary: Grrr, I don?t care. Just find a way to make me big again!!! Ms. Beth: The first question is?has anything weird happened to any of you? Ms. Beth looks at the other students who suddenly remember their experiences earlier in the morning. Flashbacks for each character. All: Yes? Silence? Stephen: *first to speak* My mom called me, and when I mumbled to myself about wanting more time, I found her frozen? JJ: *holds his right arm up* ?I hit my head on the sidewalk and didn?t get hurt?then I punched through a stone slab?. Tiana: Uhhhh. I moved things with my mind? Mike: I...uhhh....like, almost sent a guy through a brick wall... Mary: *yelling from her position in Ms. Beth?s hand* Well obviously I shrunk! Tiana: What about you, Ms. Beth? Ms. Beth: ?I flew. JJ: Where do you think these sudden powers come from? Ms. Beth: Do you really think they?re powers? Maybe we?re just imagining it. JJ: No way. I felt my head hit that concrete, and my fist smash through the stone. Mary: And I clearly know I?m small. I can?t be imagining this. Tiana: Maybe they came from that research place we went to yesterday. Stephen: Now that you mention it. I think about it?there was gas in the tubes I knocked over but it disappeared after I smashed them. The team is gathered at Ms. Beth?s house several weeks after the initial incident at the research lab has happened. They have been coming over to her home on a regular basis as they learn to cope with their new abilities. Something that they have been reluctantly doing at Ms Beth?s request. They are gathered around the table in Beth?s kitchen. Ms. Beth: It?s great that all of you are using your newfound abilities to help others. She runs her right hand through her hair nervously as she addresses the teenagers who are looking in any direction but her. She sighs. Ms Beth: But don?t you think it would be better if we started working more like a team? The newspapers are already referring to all of us as the Titans and you could do so much more if you worked together. Mike: Get real teach. I don?t work with anyone. Tiana: Don?t you mean no one can stand you? JJ: (groans) Gods can?t you two ever quit squabbling like idiots? Mary: If Mike wasn?t such a moron there wouldn?t be anything to argue over. Stephen: Come on guys? Why can?t we just get along? Mike, Mary and Tiana turn to Stephen and tell him to shut up at the same time. Mike: (laughs) Honestly Ms Beth, teach or not I?m sick of this. I?m out of here. Everyone watches as Mike heads for the door to leave. Mysterious voice: Oh my, and here I was worrying over nothing. Everyone looks for where the voice came from but other than themselves the room seems to be empty. Ms. Beth: (both frightened and annoyed) Where are you? Show yourself! Mysterious voice: (laughing) Oh dear, I guess you can?t see me. A tall blonde man dressed in a rather outlandish outfit seems to suddenly materialize right in front of Ms Beth who shrieks in fear and stumbles backwards tripping over a chair behind her. Only to halt as in midair as JJ grabs her left arm and helps her back up. Mysterious Man: (smiling mischievously) My name is Sandy; I am the owner of the research facility where your students so rudely destroyed years of delicate work. Ms Beth: (turning red from embarrassment) I don?t understand, I already issued a full apology to the director of the research facility and he assured me that I was not to worry about it. Sandy: (tilts his head to the side as if in thought) Well that is true, but you neglected to inform him about the unexpected side affects that occurred. He shakes his head back and forth and waggles his right forefinger at them as if scolding naughty children. The others start protesting but Sandy cuts them off. Sandy: (in a tone of regret) I?m sorry but that just won?t do. If word gets out about how you acquired your abilities it would interrupt my beauty sleep. JJ: (incredulous) Your beauty sleep? Just what kind of freak are you? Sandy: (in a hurt tone) Now that was sooo not necessary. [center][/center] [center][url=http://www.midi4u.com/artists/e/elo/Believe_Me_Now.mid]Click here for music.[/url][/center] He appears to vanish once again and a moment later JJ doubles over in pain as something strikes him with incredible force in the chest throwing him back into the kitchen wall. A long metal piece protruding from him right where his heart was. A moment later Sandy reappears at the same time the front door is smashed open and a couple of the notorious members of the Mercenaries enter the home. Sandy: (In a bored tone) Do take care of that mess *he points to JJ* Along with the other rejects. *he sighs melodramatically* Good help is so hard to find these days. In the next moment Sandy has vanished and Ms Beth, Mary, Mike, Tiana and Stephen are all standing there in shock over the death of JJ as the Mercenaries approach them with smiles on their faces. Stephen: (in anger) Goddamn you Sandy! Come back here! Everything seems to freeze but other than the Mercenaries Sandy is already out of the reach of Stephen?s power. Mike in a lightening quick change of mood charges the Mercenaries taking advantage of their frozen state to deliver crippling blows. Forgetting that just moments ago he had planned on leaving everyone to go his own way. Time begins to flow again and the Mercenaries are sent flying through the air to slam into the walls of Ms. Beth?s house. Tiana who is also angry frowns in concentration, a moment later the cabinets to Ms. Beth?s kitchen fly open and her dishes come flying from the cabinets aimed at the Mercenaries who are battered by the flying kitchenware as it hurls at them at unbelievable speeds. A moment later it is over, the Mercenaries unconscious on the floor. Ms. Beth: (walks over to JJ with tears in her eyes) Oh my God! What have I done? Mary: (confused) What are you talking about? Ms. Beth: He was just a kid I should have done something. Tiana: (she walks over and examines JJ?s Body) He really is dead isn?t he? Ms. Beth: (sinks to the floor) Yes. (she covers her face with her hands and begins to cry) Mike: Shit! (angry he punches a hole in the wall) Uh, sorry about that Teach. The students gather around Ms. Beth. Stephen: (still angry) Pull it together Ms. Beth! The others look at him in shock. Stephen: (shouting) You didn?t do anything! It was that Goddamn Sandy?s fault! Mike: Yeah Teach, for once the nerd is right. Stephen: (glaring at Mike) Stop calling me a nerd! Mike: Don?t get excited, I?m just saying that for once I agree with you. Teach, it?s simple you were right we need to work together. (he looks away uncomfortably) If we hadn?t been so busy squabbling among ourselves JJ might still be alive. Ms. Beth: (removes her hands from her face and looks at Mike in surprise) What? Mike: I?m saying I was wrong Teach. And I?m saying we should take that bastard down. The others nod in agreement. Mike reaches over and helps Ms. Beth stand back up. Tiana: (in a sarcastic voice) Wow, so you actually can be nice. Mike: (growls) Don?t read more into it than there is twit. Mary and Tiana both stick their tongue out at Mike but say nothing in return. [CENTER][url=http://www.midi4u.com/artists/e/elo/Fire_On_High.mid]Click here for music.[/url][/CENTER] Mike: Come Teach time to go teach them a lesson. Ms. Beth: What about JJ?s body? Mike: We?ll take care of it later, if we wait, once that freak Sandy realizes that the Mercenaries failed to kill us he?ll send his goons in force and we?ll be vastly outnumbered. Stephen: Gods, I can?t believe that we actually agree on anything, but he?s right. The Argo?s and the Laugh Out Louds? will be out in the city doing their usual shake down of the population. If we go now we can slip in before they even realize what?s happening. Ms Beth: (looks at the two girls) What about you two? Tiana: I agree, the longer we wait the harder it will get. Mary: I just stood there and did nothing while JJ was murdered. I have to try. Fade out: The group, known as the Titans stand before massive doors at the top of the huge crime corporation run by Sandy. Mary her hair singed from when she shorted out the security system from within, Ms Beth is windblown from having carried a tiny shrunken Mary to the top of the building so she could enter the building through the air vents. Tiana, Mike and Stephen, though a bit tired look triumphant at having reached the top of the building. Each of them sporting the occasional bruise and torn bit of clothing. They look at one another and then with a nod, Mike slams the door open. Sandy is calmly waiting, sitting behind an enormous desk with a bored expression on his face. Behind him the wall is a one made entirely of windows showing an expansive view of the city. Sandy: Goodness, if you all had really wanted me to take you out along with your friend, all you had to do was ask. It was hardly necessary to tear up my property when my receptionist would have shown you to my office. Sandy gets up and starts to slowly walk around the desk towards the group. Mike: JJ was right you really are a freak. Sandy: (with a pained expression) I wish people would stop calling me that. Honestly, you barge into my office and all you can do is insult me? That just won?t do. Once again he seems to disappear. Ms Beth: Stephen! Stephen: I know! I know! But damn he?s quick! All I?m catching is a tiny blur of movement. A slight movement of air is all that warns them he is about to strike Mary. Mary: (vanishes from view as she shrinks) Now Tiana! Tiana is already concentrating and the closest window shatters and sends shards of glass flying where Mary had just been standing. Seconds later Ms Beth snatches the tiny Tiana before the shards can land on her. Sandy: Well now, wasn?t that clever. Mike: Shut up freak! He slams his fist down on the huge desk causing it to go flying towards the window and where Sandy?s voice is coming from. Sandy reappears as he is dealt a glancing blow from the flying desk. Stephen: (shouting as he freezes time) Now Mike! Quicker than any of them could have expected Mike rushes in laying punch after punch on Sandy?s frozen body. Then seconds later when time started flowing again, Sandy?s body slumped to the floor, his neck broken. Ms. Beth: I can?t believe we beat him. Mike: Me neither, he really was a freak if he thought no one could ever touch him. Tiana: Lets go, we need to take care of JJ Nodding the others agree and they leave Sandy lying there on the floor. [/size][center][b]CREDITS:[/b] [url=http://www.midi4u.com/artists/e/elo/Last_Train_To_London.mid]Click here for music.[/url] [img]http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/5397/credsxq2.gif[/img][/center] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragon Warrior Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [img]http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6633/obsurvivorscriptposterbs8.jpg[/img] [b]Main Characters:[/b] D.W Scallywag ? [i]Dragon Warrior[/i] B.K Smith ? [i]BKstyles[/i] Princess Peanut ? [i]Peanut[/i] Lady Kitty - [i]Kitty [/i] The ?Boss? ? [i]The Boss[/i] Benny ?The Lighter? ? [i]Blayze[/i] Randy ?The Socket? ? [i]Raiyuu[/i] Gavin ?The Grandfather Clock? ? [i]Gavin[/i] Mr. ?36 Keys? ? [i]Rachmaninoff[/i] Sunny E. Falls ? [i]SunfallE [/i] Sandy Taylor The Tailor? [i]Sandy[/i] Farmer Shy ? [i]Shy[/i] Ezekiela ? [i]Ezekiel[/i] Sir Darren ? [i]Darren[/i] King White ? [i]White[/i] Des The Dreaded Castle Keeper ? [i]Desbreko[/i] Iki ? [i]Ikillion[/i] Scene 1 [D.W stretches his arms as he walks through ?The Buzzkill? tavern?s entrance.] D.W: Oh man, that last job really tired me out. I need a vacation? or something. "Boss" is always giving me the crap duties. Barkeep: Sir, the toilet is right over there. D.W: ? "Duties?, not? aw, forget it. Just tell me where? [DW shifts his eyes from left to right] ? The ?Boss? is? [Everyone in the bar stops what they?re doing and gasps.] D.W: What? What are you all staring at? Can?t a mobster ask to see his boss without drawing attention to himself? Barkeep: Forgive us, sir. He?s right over there. [Pointing at the corner table.] D.W: Thank you, now if you?ll excuse me. [D.W walks over and is let through by two mobsters guarding the table.] The ?Boss?: Ah, Scallywag. I see you?re back from fish scaling duty. I hope you remembered to shower before you came here. [Mobsters laugh.] D.W: Yeah, yeah. Who are the new guys? The ?Boss?: Ah, yes, let me introduce you. This here is Benny ?The Lighter?? Benny: Yo. [Fiddles with two zippo lighters, spinning them around in quick fashion.] The ?Boss?: This here to my right is Randy ?The Socket.? D.W: The Socket? The hell kind of name is that? [Randy walks over to D.W and presses his pointer finger to his arm, crating a static electricity shock.] D.W: Ow! What the hell, man! Hope you aren?t on whacking duty? Barkeep: Sir, again, the bathroom is over- D.W: Shut up and get your mind out of the gutter, old man! The ?Boss?: Finally, this one here they call Gavin ?The Grandfather Clock?. He?s a man of few words. Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. D.W: ? what is? Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. D.W: ? dude, what? The ?Boss?: Don?t mind him, Scallywag. That?s how he communicates? now, are you ready for your next job? D.W: Um, actually? I came here to tell you something. The ?Boss?: What?s that? D.W: Well? I uhh? you see, I think it?s time I parted ways with the mob. [Everyone stops and gasps again.] D.W: Holy crap, what?s with you people? Don?t you all have drinking and brawling to do? The ?Boss?: Part ways? You? want to part ways? Hahaha! You gotta be kidding me. Who?s giving your permission to do that? D.W: Well, It?s just? I kinda want to get my life back on track. So I think it?s best. Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. D.W: ? does he say anything else!? The ?Boss?: You have to get used to it, don?t worry. D.W: Ah ha? The ?Boss?: Oh, right? ahem? well then, how about we decide your fate like men? You happened to interrupt us in the middle of a poker game. How about we deal you in, and if you win I will grant you your freedom. D.W: ? and if I lose? The ?Boss?: You pay up what you owe? PLUS interest. D.W: What!? Those terms are completely unfair, why would I accept... [Benny, Randy, and three other generic mobsters with no names who will probably never be seen again throughout this screenplay stand and position themselves around D.W, cracking their fists.] D.W: I, uhh? heh heh. Alright then? so then I?ll just have to win! The ?Boss?: Hehe, deal him in, boys. Straight game for $5,000 flat. D.W: FIVE THOUSAND!? Wait a minute, I don?t have that kind of money! You pay me in empty coke cans, for god sakes! Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. The ?Boss?: That?s enough, Gavin! [Cards are dealt in 5 card draw fashion to The ?Boss? and D.W. D.W gets a 5, two Jacks, and two Queens.] D.W: [Thinking:] Ha, alright? looks like this could be my lucky day! The ?Boss?: Give me one. [?Boss? is dealt one card.] D.W: I?ll take one too! [D.W is dealt one card, it is the Jack of diamonds.] D.W: [Thinking:] Haha! This is it, I?ll win for sure. I?ll be free to live my life, five thousand dollars richer! The ?Boss?: Alright, what do ya got? D.W: Read 'em and weep bossman. Full house! [D.W reveals hand.] Gavin: Interesting? most? The ?Boss? and D.W: SHUT UP! [Gavin slumps his head with a frown on his face.] The ?Boss?: Well, that?s quite a good hand. Too bad though? [?Boss? reveals a four of a kind of aces.] D.W: N? no way! You cheated! The ?Boss?: Cheated? You accusing me of cheating!? Benny: Haha, you lost fair and square sucker. Pay up. D.W: You can forget about that! [D.W throws an elbow and takes the mobster blocking his back by surprise. He makes a fun for it, shoving people out of his way.] The ?Boss?: Get him, but don?t kill him! [Mobsters chase D.W toward the tavern?s swinging doors. D.W shoves his way through the doors and makes a sharp left turn.] D.W: [Thinking:] If I can get aboard that ship, I?ll be home free! Just a little bit furth- [D.W crashed into a man buying something from a merchant mid-thought and tumbles along with him onto the ground.] D.W: Ow? who the hell? Man: Oh no! My money! Where did it go!? [The merchant picks the man?s money up from near his foot and slips it into his pocket while whistling innocently.] D.W: Oh, man! You?re gonna get me killed, buddy! Randy: There he is! D.W: Oh, shit! Move it! Man: Hey! You don?t even apologize and now you?re shoving me? [D.W scrambles to his feet but is tackled down by Generic Mobster #1.] D.W: Hey! Get the hell off! I?m not paying you bums! Generic Mobster #2: Hey! I think this guy here is his accomplice. He?s been planning on stiffing the boss this whole time! Randy: You mean The ?Boss?? Generic Mobster #2: No? I mean the boss. The regular noun, not the proper noun. Generic Mobster #3: Noun? Randy: So you?re not saying his name? Generic Mobster #2: No! I mean? he?s our boss, and his name happens to be The ?Boss?? but he?s still our boss, so I called him that! Man: Hey look, I don?t know what?s going on here? but I?m not with this guy? Randy: Shut up! You guys are done for! [Randy rubs his hands together and presses his finger against the man?s arm, shocking him ever so slightly.] Man: ? ow. D.W: You weakling! [The ?Boss? walks up from behind Randy with a crowbar in hand.] The ?Boss?: So, you got yourself a partner, eh? Man: What!? I don?t know this guy! Look, my name is B.K Smith. I?m just a normal guy trying buy some fruit, and he bumped into me! Benny: B.K? Hm, pretty cool name, bub. B.K: Well, actually? it stands for Brian Kerry. [Mobsters laugh hysterically, clearly offended B.K frowns.] The ?Boss?: Well then, since I?m such a nice guy? tell ya what I?ll do. By my count you owe me $5000 plus interest, which comes out to about? ohhhh? $10,000. D.W: WHAT!? You?re insane! The ?Boss?: Shut up! Since you and your buddy here were trying to pull a fast one on us, he can help you get my money. You bozos have till next week to get me my money or else the both of yous will be sleeping with the fishes! [?Boss? points toward water with crowbar.] Randy: Hehe, yeah, and remember that we got the whole city under watch? so there?s no way you guy?s are going to be able to get away from us. [Mobsters rough up D.W and B.K a little bit before walking away.] The ?Boss?: Remember, one week. You know where to find me, and if you don?t have my money? I?ll know where to find you! B.K: Wait a minute? don?t get me involved in this! Everything was going to well! I just got rid of that rash and everything! Plus, my job doesn?t pay nearly that much! D.W: Well, no use complaining now. You?re gonna help me out, buddy, unless you want us both to get killed! B.K: Wait! Noooooooo! [D.W gets up and drags B.K along with him. ?Boss? raises his arm and motions for someone.] The ?Boss?: 36 Keys? follow them. Make sure they keep to their ?commitment?. Mr. 36 Keys: Um? sir, that?s Mr. 36 Keys. The ?Boss?: ? yeah, whatever, have fun with that. Just go. [Mr. 36 Keys mumbles under his breathe as he secretly trails D.W and B.K] Scene 2 [D.W. and B.K. are walking downtown later that same day contemplating.] B.K: What?s our next move? What do we do? Why am I here? How come I?m getting threatened with death? Who are you, exactly? And why do I smell circus folk? D.W: Calm down, man. I?ve got this all under control. We can think our way out of this. B.K: Okay. I?m calm. D.W: We just need money. Let?s rob a bank. B.K: What?! No! No way! If we?re going to get that money, we?re doing it in a civilized manner and through normal methods. D.W: [Pause] Wha? B.K: We?re getting jobs. D.W: Pff, jobs. You can?t make 10 grand in a week pumping gas. B.K: There?s bound to be jobs where we can make a lot of dough in a short amount of time where we can still at least keep our dignity. Scene 3 [D.W. and B.K. stand on a farm they have to trudge through mud and cowpies alike.] B.K: Somehow the part I said about keeping our dignity must?ve been lost to you. D.W: Nah, trust me. We can easily get a good, high-paying job here on this farm. I know of this guy here who needs a few expert crop-dusters. B.K: I know nothing about crop-dusting! D.W: Oh, it?s really easy. B.K: Have you done it before or something? D.W: No, but I eat corn. B.K: [Pause] What?s? that have to do with? ? D.W: Trust me. I?ll talk him into giving us the job. There?s no way we can fail. [D.W. and B.K. approach Farmer Shy]. D.W: Hi, Farmer Shy. Shy: Howdy. What can I do you fer? D.W: No, we?re not hookers. [Shy gives a look of confusion.] D.W: We?re here about the crop-dusting job. Shy: Are you professionals? D.W: Of course! How rude of you to say we aren?t! Shy: Sorry. I?m jus? a bit cautious. Last time I had two jokers come to me saying they were professionals, but didn?t have any IDs to prove they were. Turns out, they were just trying to make $10,000 dollars in a week to pay back a mob boss they lost a card game with. Hah, you can?t write stuff like that there, eh? [D.W. and B.K. look at each other.] Ezekiela: Father! [Everyone turns to see Ezekiela, who is approaching the group.] Shy: Oh, boys, this here is my daughter, Ezekiela. D.W: You?re hot. Shy: What did you jus? say?! [B.K. elbows D.W.] D.W: I said? um? I smell rot? [Looks to B.K.] Brush your teeth more, idiot! [Smacks him to the ground.] Shy: Good. ?Cause if you even complimented my daughter, I?d kill yooouuu. D.W: Well noted! Shy: So, I reckon you have IDs, right? D.W: Yes? but you have to hold on first. We have to go do something. 'Cause we left... the cat by the... cat-killing machine. [D.W. and B.K. take off running. B.K. is being practically dragged.] B.K: What now, huh? D.W: I have an old friend who can help us out! C?mon! Scene 4 [D.W. and B.K. enter a small quaint shop in town. Sandy sits at the counter.] Sandy: Oh, no, not you again. [Puts his head in his hands.] D.W: Hewwo, Sandy, my dear friend. Sandy: Look, I don?t have any more women?s underwear for you, D.W. D.W: [Embarrassed] Hah? uh? what are you talking about? Sandy: You bought me out. I?m sorry. I can?t sell you any more. D.W: [Catches B.K.?s odd looks.] Oh, Sandy, you?re such a kidder. [Nervous laugh.] I?m here on new business. Sandy: What now? D.W: We need IDs for being crop-dusters. Sandy: And what in your pea-sized mind makes you think I could possibly do that for you? I?m a tailor. D.W: Yes! But you?re Sandy! Sandy: This is true. [Notices B.K.] Who?s he? B.K: I?m- D.W: That?s Barney Gumble. B.K: No, I?m Brian Kerry. D.W: Right. What did I say? B.K: Are you able to do this so we can get out of here and I can get on with my life? Sandy: No need to be so pushy. I?ll see what I have. [Reaches into a drawer and pulls out two crop-duster ID cards.] Here you go. Already made. [D.W. and B.K. look at each other.] B.K: Okay, that wasn?t weird. D.W: Put it on my tab, Sandy, m?man! Sandy: This is a tailor shop. There is no tab, you- [Notices D.W. and B.K. already left.] I hope he gets poisoned and crashes the plane, which explodes and sends him into a fiery death of horror. Wow, I need my pills. Scene 5 [D.W. and B.K. return to the farm and meet Shy.] D.W: Here you are. [Shows IDs.] Shy: Wow. How authentic. Yer hired. You?ll get paid the ridiculously high payment of 10 grand by the end of the week. [Walks away mumbling and shaking his head.] Why I pay 10,000 for crop-dusting is beyond me? D.W: Let?s go check out the plane! [D.W. and B.K. enter the barn where the plane is stored and they begin studying it.] B.K.: You sure you know anything about this? D.W: Please, B.K. I?m an excellent aggravator. B.K: Aggravator? D.W: [Sighs.] Yes. A pilot? Someone who flies planes? Hello! B.K: An aviator, you mean? D.W: I know what I said, Ben. B.K: It?s Brian! And I?m just saying? we could get in big trouble. D.W: You?ll get in trouble if I don?t get myself a glass of raspberry lemonade in a second. B.K: ? wait, what? D.W: Get me my damned lemonade! B.K: Fine! [Runs off towards the farmhouse.] [D.W. continues working. Ezekiela emerges from the piles of hay.] Ezekiela: Hey, good-lookin?. D.W: Ahh! Ezekiel! Ezekiela: No, it?s Ezekiela. D.W: My boob. I mean?my bad! Ezekiela: You look so strong workin? on that plane there. D.W: Yeah. It?ll be done in a sex. I mean?in a sec! Uhh? Ezekiela: I?m not makin? you uncomfortable, am I? D.W: No! I?m just a little hungry, I guess. I?m wondering where Bart went with my nude. I mean?food! Ezekiela: Oh, don?t worry about him right now. [Sexually approaches D.W.] It?s just you and me. D.W: Please be gentle? [Suddenly Shy busts in with his shotgun while B.K. runs by screaming.] B.K.: RUUUN! D.W: [Takes off at a sprint after B.K.] Wait for me! Shy: I told you not to touch my daughter in the generic farm fatherly way! You disobeyed me and must die! [Fires the shotgun.] Scene 6 [D.W. and B.K. return to sitting in Sandy?s shop. Sandy is reading the newspaper] B.K: That was fun. Sandy: No good, eh? B.K: D.W. couldn?t keep his hands off the farmer?s daughter. D.W: She came onto me! [There is silence, then B.K. and Sandy bust out laughing.] Sandy: Ohhh, D.W., no girl will come onto you! Haha! B.K: Woo! That almost made this whole experience worth while. D.W: Bite me. B.K: Which acre? Sandy: Settle down, you two! It says here in the newspaper there?s a new job opening. Maybe you guys can try this. D.W: What is it? Sandy: Well, have a look! [D.W. and B.K. walk over and read the paper. They are suddenly interested.] D.W: Sandy Taylor the Tailor, make me a match. Find me a find. Catch me a catch. Sandy: What? D.W: Make us goddamn costumes! Scene 7 [An alarm goes off waking Mr. 36 Keys up.] 36 Keys: Crap. I was supposed to be following those guys. I missed out on one fourth of the script already then. Gah! I suck. Scene 8 [D.W. and B.K. arrive at a castle.] B.K: This explains the armor I?m wearing. D.W: Welcome to Kingdom White. B.K: Why is the castle black then? D.W: I think that?s the color the castle originally came in and our crew was too cheap to paint it white for the movie. B.K: Dang. D.W: I know. Sir Darren: Helt! [Draws sword.] I mean? halt! [Puts away the sword.] Please? don?t hurt me! D.W: Who are you? Sir Darren: I am Darren and I am much stronger than you! Prepare to die! King White: Nonsense, Darren. You suck. [Pushes Darren into the moat.] Greetings. I am King White of White Kingdom. B.K: That makes sense. D.W: We?re here about the Knights For Hire job. King White: Well, you certainly do look ripe for the job. Think you can handle sleeping all day, drinking all night, getting all the loose women in the kingdom you want, lounging around and having servants wait on your every beck and call? D.W/B.K: ? we?ll manage? King White: Welcome, then! Scene 9 [D.W. is being fed grapes by several beautiful women while B.K. sulks by a fire.] B.K: D.W.! We should be trying to get money. D.W: Relax. Opportunity will show itself. Now shut up. I?m using witty pick up lines. [To a female.] I?m a treasure hunter, may I investigate your chest? [King White enters with Sir Darren by his side.] King White: The time has come, Knights For Hire! D.W: Whaaat? I was getting my boom-shank-a-lanka on. King White: There will be plenty of time for that later. My daughter has been stolen! B.K: Don?t you mean kidnapped, not stolen? King White: Off with his head! Knight #1: No, sire! Not now! King White: Fine. You two must go rescue her. Sir Darren: No, Your Majesty! Not them! I don?t like them. They smell funny. King White: Enough, Sir Darren! You suck too much to take seriously. Sir Darren: Whimper? King White: Go to the dreaded castle called The Castle of Dread and save her from the Dreaded Castle Keeper. D.W: How much will we get for it? King White: Five gold coins. D.W: Charlie horse my elbow hair?! Are you serious? Only five coins? King White: It?s exactly equivalent to 10,000 dollars in American money. B.K: That?s? convenient. Much like the farmer. King White: Then you must ride immediately! Sir Darren: This sucks butt! [D.W. slays Sir Darren quickly with his sword.] D.W: We all know it had to be done. [Everyone nods in agreement. D.W. then proceeds to toss the corpse out the window into the moat where 36 Keys is hiding. He is hit by the body.] 36 Keys: Ugh! I?m allergic to dead bodies! [Breaks out in hives.] Ahhh! B.K: You guys hear something? D.W and King White: ?No. [D.W pulls B.K with him as King White sees them off with horses.] Scene 10 [D.W and B.K trot along on their horses as they reach the gates of the Castle of Dread] B.K: [sighing to himself] Could these horses go any slower? D.W: I gotta level with ya? I don?t think these are even horses. [B.K takes a closer look at what he thinks is his horse] B.K: What the? what a cheap King! He gave us donkeys! D.W: Yeah, and your armor is missing rear protection. B.K: What!? [B.K reaches down and feels around his rear area, but feels the armor there] D.W: [giggling to himself] Haha, dude I totally just made you feel up your own ass! B.K: ?How the hell did you get accepted into the mob again? D.W: Um? I?ve got dimples? B.K: Forget I asked? [Two guards halt D.W and B.K?s advance] Guard 1: Halt! What is your business here? Stupid Guard: Yes, state your bus?wait, what does that say my name is!? D.W: Looks like ?Stupid Guard? to me, buddy. Stupid Guard: That?s not nice! I swear to dumb I?m not god! [D.W, B.K, and Guard 1 stare at Stupid Guard for a brief time] Guard 1: My apologies, our master has suffered some budget cuts in terms of recruitment. B.K: That explains it? D.W: Anywho, we?re here to save the princess of White Kingdom! Guard 1: Haha! The Princess Peanut and her servant Lady Kitty are property of our master now! You will never get by us! For we are ever astute in our duty to deter all intruders who dare to oppose the Dreaded Castle Keeper! We will risk our lives and fight till the end for our lord and for our kingdom, because it is our responsibility! We will? huh!? [Guard 1 turns around to see that D.W and B.K have already passed through while he was rambling on, meanwhile Stupid Guard is crying on the floor] Guard 1: [sighs] I?m so fired? [Meanwhile Mr. 36 Keys approached the gate as well] Mr. 36 Keys: Hm, looks like they?ve gotten passed the guards? Gavin: Interesting?Most Interesting. Mr. 36 Keys: ?what in the!? GAVIN! GO BACK TO HQ! [Gavin frowns and walks back with his head slumped] Mr. 36 Keys: Now to follow?[36 Keys makes his way toward the gate, but Guard 1 sees him] Guard 1: Oh no! I won?t let another one by! HIYAAAA! [Guard 1 takes a swing at Mr. 36 Keys with his halberd, knocking him with the blunt end into the moat next to the bridge] Mr. 36 Keys: [splashing and struggling] Gah! What the?I can?t swim! Son of a [glurp]? Scene 11 D.W: Ok, we made it inside. B.K: I could have sworn I heard that voice again? D.W: You?re daydreaming. Now I have a feeling the Princess?s room is down this hallway and to the right. B.K: ?how could you possibly know that? D.W: I got connections with the writers. B.K: Ooooohhhhhhh? smart. [D.W and B.K walk to the door and bash it down in one double shoulder blocking motion] D.W: We are here to save you princess? [They look around to see the room is empty] B.K: Well, there?s your reliable information. D.W: This is their room, I know it! [D.W walks over to the dresser and starts rummaging through it. He comes across a pair of light blue panties and starts inhaling the scent] D.W: Ohhhhhh yeah, this is the right room? hehehehehehe. B.K: What the! Put that away! Female Voice: Alright! I?ll check under the bed, maybe it rolled under there! D.W: [startled] Yikes! Um um?.[D.W tosses the panties into B.K?s hands and hides behind a chair] B.K: What the? HEY! [Princess Peanut and Lady Kitty walk into the room from the balcony] Princess Peanut: Oh my god! Who are you!? Lady Kitty: Are those? the princess?s undergarments!? Princess Peanut: You? PERVERT! [Peanut begins tossing every movable object in sight at B.K who gets pelted by the majority of them] B.K: [lying on the ground] ?why? me?? D.W: Oh Boris, you and your perverted mind. Princess! I am Sir Scallywag! Me and my partner here have come to rescue you! Princess Peanut: Oh my, my father sent knights! Lady Kitty: Looks more like rent-a-knights, milady. Princess Peanut: Oh, you?re right. They have the rusty armor. D.W: How harsh? B.K: Hey, can we get going now? it?s kind of? [B.K stops mid-sentence as he notices Lady Kitty]? whoa? she?s beautiful! D.W: Yeah, the princess is smoking hot too! When we get our of here and collect our money, maybe we can kick it all night long in a hot tub somewhere! Princess Peanut: Um? we?re standing right here! D.W: Oh? I guess we can do it here too if you prefer. Lady Kitty: Such rudeness! B.K: Hey, I hate to break it to everyone? but we should really get out of here before the Dreaded Castle Keeper shows up! D.W: You?re right Bernard! [B.K narrows eyes at D.W] Princess Peanut: Quickly! I know a short cut! [D.W and crew follow the princess out toward the courtyard, only to be stopped by a large stone wall] B.K: A wall? Your shortcut led us to a dead end! [An evil laugh can be heard as a large built man dressed in black armor walks up from behind] Des the Dreaded Castle Keeper: Mwahahaha! I am Desbreko! But you may call me Des! I am the Dreaded Castle Keeper! D.W: The dreaded castle keeper is a dead fish? [Everyone including Des smack D.W over the head] B.K: Shhh! No innuendo! We could get sued over the littlest thing! D.W: My bad, my bad? [rubs his head] Des the Dreaded Castle Keeper: Ahem? mwahahaha! Give back the princess and her unusually good-looking servant girl! Lady Kitty: Unusually!? B.K: I?ll handle this! Prepare yourself, Des! [B.K pulls out his sword and swings at Des only to see his sword break in half] D.W: Dude? don?t tell me you didn?t notice that our swords were made out of wood this whole time! B.K: ? King White IS cheap! [D.W and crew run parallel to the wall and notice a tall tree in the corner] D.W: Quick! Start climbing! I?ll distract the Dreaded Castle Keeper! [B.K helps Princess Peanut and Lady Kitty up into the tree as D.W steps forward] B.K: Scallywag! Just? come back? come back aliiiiiive! D.W: ? dude, I was just going to poke him in the eyes then follow you guys? damn man, this ain?t no sissy drama movie! B.K: Oh? well then just hurry up. [D.W proceeds to poking Des in the eyes] Des the Dreaded Castle Keeper: Gah! You poked me in the eyes! My only weakness! Who would ever thought I would get poked in the eyes, EVER! AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH! [Des disappears into a black cloud] D.W: Sweeeeeeet. [D.W follows B.K and the ladies as they mount their donkeys and ride back to the White Kingdom] Princess Peanut: Oh Sir Scallywag, you are truly a hero! [Princess Peanut wraps her arms around D.W and starts making out with him. Scene 12 [King White greets them at the castle gates and sees everything] King White: HOW DARE YOU! B.K and Lady Kitty: Uh oh? King White: You?re touching my daughter. D.W: How dare you! How can you accuse me of that? B.K: D.W., your hand is on her breast. D.W: [Looks at his hand placement.] Oh? OH! Um? this? isn?t my baseball. [Laughs nervously.] King White: [Cocks shotgun.] Get out of here! [Starts firing.] D.W: Why the hell do people keep using shotguns?! [D.W. and B.K. take off running, leaving Princess Peanut and Lady Kitty behind at the castle. At this time, 36 Keys arrives quite damp and miserable.] 36 Keys: Gaahh? now where did they get to? [Suddenly he?s shot by the shotgun.] Ahh! No! My doctor told me it?d be bad for my health if I got shot! [Collapses.] Scene 13 [D.W. and B.K. arrive at Sandy?s. Sandy is watching TV.] Sandy: Hey, guys. How?s the dragon-slayin? business? D.W: It sucks! B.K: We got no money ?cause D.W. is still a pervert. D.W: Whatever, man! You were all over Kitty! B.K: You were all over Des! D.W: You bite your tongue! Everyone knows Des is unappealing with his hunchback! Sandy: Will you two shut up and just try to come up with a new scheme? B.K: Fine. What?s there to do? Sandy: [Looks in paper.] It seems the President of the World?s daughter is getting married. They need waiters for the wedding. The payment for each waiter is conveniently $5,000. D.W: [To the camera.] Now this is just getting ridiculous. Sandy: I have waiter suits. Think you guys can do it? B.K: As long as D.W. doesn?t hit on the bride. D.W: I?ll kick your puppy! Sandy: Shut up! Go get some rest. Tomorrow?s the wedding. You need plenty of sleep. B.K: Fine. This better work. I?m getting angry. [D.W. and B.K. leave. 36 Keys can be seen peeking through the window.] 36 Keys: [rubs his chin.] Wedding, eh? Sandy: Oh, shoot! I almost forgot! It?s 7:00pm. Time to let out my ferocious and unnecessarily vicious dog, so it can go on its evening walks where it harms innocent bystanders. [Lets his dog Iki out.] 36 Keys: Hah? uhh? nice doggie! Iki: I?m gonna gnaw off your widdle toes! 36 Keys: What the f? you can talk? [36 Keys is then mauled horribly.] Scene 14 [It?s the next day and D.W. meets B.K. in the lobby of a hotel. B.K. has the waiter suits ready.] B.K: Okay, D.W., let?s get going. We don?t want to be late. D.W: Well, B.K., I?m afraid I can?t. B.K: What in the name of Grandma?s Sweet Baked Goods are you gettin? at? D.W: You see? I talked to Princess Peanut last night. I told her we should run away together. [Flashback shows D.W. talking to Peanut.] D.W: We should run away together. [Flashback ends.] B.K: Wow. That flashback was completely pointless. D.W: So, yes, that?s what we?re doing. We?re running away together! I?m skipping town with her! B.K: You can?t! You got me into this mess. We need the money. You can?t run now. D.W: Sorry, man. B.K: Sorry?! Sorry doesn?t cut it. D.W: Cut what? Butter? B.K: Don?t try to make any slapstick jokes, D.W. And what the hell does that even stand for? D.W. D.W: It stands for Kicking Your Ass? you? ass. B.K: Wow. Good one. D.W: Whatever, man. See you never. [Walks away.] B.K: You?re a dead man, D.W.! They?ll kill me and come after you! And your rotting carcass won?t be any good for your girlfriend to have sex with! [Looks to his side to see an old woman staring.] Um? rehearsing Shakespeare. Scene 15 [A sequence of showing B.K. going through several jobs over the course of a week takes place. He goes from plumber to scuba diver to dressing up as a rabbit for snotty kids to several other things. It doesn?t look good. Finally, a full week has passed and he?s still broke.] B.K: Wow. What a week that was. Too bad for me, I have no money. Damnit. 36 Keys: Hey! B.K: Huh? You! 36 Keys: Yeah, it?s me! I just got back from the hospital after healing from almost drowning, being shot, mauled by a dog, and having a corpse thrown on me. But what matters is I?m here now and you two must pay up or?hey? where?s the other guy? Scallywag? B.K: He ditched town about a week ago. 36 Keys: No kiddin?? Man? B.K: Yep. 36 Keys: You pullin? my chain? B.K: No, no, he did. He left. 36 Keys: Crap. This?ll be my ass then. B.K: Sucks to be you. 36 Keys: No kiddin?. But hey, wait! Sucks to be you! [Calls The ?Boss? on his cell.] I?ve got them here. [Suddenly mobsters emerge from odd spots such as the bushes, trashcans, and from underneath old women?s skirts.] Old Woman: Ahh! Perv! [Smacks Randy with her purse.] Randy: Ahh! Cool it, lady! [The ?Boss? approaches B.K.] The ?Boss?: Hello, Mr. Smith. B.K: Where the hell were you hiding? The ?Boss?: Hiding? I wasn?t hiding. I was over there at the coffee shop with my wife. [Points to Sunny E. Falls. B.K. waves and Sunny waves back.] I have an understanding that D.W. skipped town. B.K: Um? The ?Boss?: No worries. The proper people will be dealt with. [Turns to 36 Keys, then to Gavin.] Gavin, take 36 Keys to the Tickle Machine. 36 Keys: It?s Mr. 36 Keys! The ?Boss?: Oh, it doesn?t matter! Tickle his ass! Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. B.K: Okay, if you find tickling someone?s ass interesting, then you?ve got problems. The ?Boss?: Shut up! You?re dead. Randy, Benny, other generic mobsters, get him! D.W: Not so fast! The ?Boss?: Who is that? Benny: James?! D.W: Hell no? James? Why the heck would you guess James? Benny: ? I love James? D.W: Yeeeeaaahhh? anyways? I?m back! Peanut: We?re here too! Kitty: Yeah! B.K: Kitty! Peanut! [Silence.] D.W: Ahem? B.K: Oh? yeah? you too, D.W. D.W: Gee, thanks. I?m here to save you and that?s what I get. The ?Boss?: I suppose you have the money then? D.W: Er? no. The ?Boss?: Kill ?em both. D.W: [Screams like a girl.] Nooo! [Randy and Benny open fire on D.W., B.K., Peanut, and Kitty.] D.W: Hold it! [Everything freezes.] D.W: We can?t end it like this. B.K: Huh? Everyone: We can?t? D.W: No! Let?s do the Scooby Doo ending! [Everything rewinds back to when D.W. and the girls enter, but this time the mobsters are all beaten and The ?Boss? is tied up.] D.W: Now let?s see who they really are. [He pulls off The ?Boss??s mask to reveal Sandy.] Everyone: Old Man Sandy?! Sandy: Yeah! That?s right! It was me all along. And I would?ve gotten away with it if it weren?t for you meddling kids and your damn dog Iki! B.K: Iki?s your dog. Sandy: Oh yeah. D.W: But why would you do it, Old Man Sandy? Sandy: Stop calling me that! Do I look like an old man to you? Peanut: Oh, Douglas Wuppletops, you were so brave! [Hugs D.W.] B.K: Douglas Wuppletops is your name? That?s what D.W. stands for?! And you made fun of my name? [Bursts out laughing.] D.W: Shut up! Now I don?t feel bad I backwashed in that root beer we shared. B.K: You what? Kitty: Brian! B.K: Kitty! Kitty: I love you! B.K: You do? Kitty: Duh! This ending has to have all tie-ins. B.K: Oh, right. Hah! Yay! 36 Keys: This is such a happy ending! Gavin: Interesting? most interesting. 36 Keys: Can?t you say anything important? Gavin: Actually, yes, I can. [Everyone turns to Gavin.] I hope you all learned from this. There?s a lesson behind it all. And no, it?s not that gambling is bad. It can make you a very rich person and helps the economy and vice in the world. The victim tonight is satire. Goodness gracious, the jokes in this script were horrible. They?ve all been done before. Can?t you people see that?! I think you should all be shot. [Silence.] D.W: I liked it better when he just said the other thing. Everyone: Yeah. Gavin: Now you know why I don?t talk. B.K: Ohhh well! Let?s go home, guys. [Everyone makes their way back home, leaving Sandy alone.] Sandy: Hey, wait! Don?t leave me here. Iki: [approaches Sandy.] I?m gonna nibble your navel. Sandy: ? okay? that wasn?t the creepiest thing ever. [Gets mauled.] THE END Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Sandy Posted February 11, 2007 Author Share Posted February 11, 2007 [FONT=Century Gothic]Alright, teams, I have now read through each of your entries. First of all I have to say that I truly appreciate the hard work and time you have put into this challenge, but unfortunately it wasn?t a good thing for some teams. With much less work you could?ve gotten a much more focused [b]short movie[/b] screenplay. I have to add, though, that I loved to watch the creative process that each team had in their own threads. All teams showed a remarkable amount of co-operation, although naturally some people took more responsibility than others. But now, I will review each team?s screenplays separately. A warning in advance: [b]I won?t be nice[/b]. [COLOR=DarkRed][B]The Mercenaries:[/B] I almost can?t believe that just [i]three people[/i] were able to do what you guys have done. I don?t even know where to begin? Well, the most important thing is probably that I saw the events unfold before my eyes as I read it. The plot was dark, it was thrilling, and it was very graphic. All good things. The setting was a bit clichéd, and you could?ve taken the theme into a completely different direction, but at the end you have nothing to be ashamed of in your screenplay. Now, I was worried that the overly large cast might do you in, but you handled it quite efficiently. The amount of students could?ve been smaller, and they could?ve been more fleshed out as individuals, but you swiftly got rid of the excessive characters. The antagonist was quite creepy, although I?m glad you didn?t make him invincible, like in so many (poor) horror movies. I was surprised of how few inconsistencies there were (I only spotted the one where the kids talked about the police refusing to come to their help ? which was a fact that only Gavin knew and he had no opportunity to tell it forward before his death), on the contrary, the plot was very consistent. And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this. The layout was very nice, blood-spattered pink was a macabre but fitting choice. The closure brought chills down my spine, I took it as a symbol of the evil every human carries inside them. As I said, this would make an excellent short-movie ? or even a full-length movie if the characters were developed more ? and you should be proud of your accomplishment. The only thing missing from it is a title.[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange][B]Team Argo:[/B] I have to say I had some expectations for the theme I gave you, which affect my review, so I beg your forgiveness for that. It was a good thing that you started making a retelling of an old myth, especially the one that you named your team after. I hate to say this, but your screenplay was too slow in the beginning, and too hasty in the end. To be honest, I can't imagine it being filmed into a short movie. It lacks focus for that. It started with long pieces of dialogue (which soon got repetitive), there were many totally unnecessary details (like the talking cat), and the fact that the history of the Fleece was [I]told[/I] and not [I]acted out[/I] was a big flaw. At some point, I found myself bored, actually, wondering where this "fantastic adventure" would really begin. The characters of Mother and Allam Orf were interesting, but the others were quite insignificant - especially Kalon, who served as nothing but the token character dying dramatically. Much to my chagrin, the actual adventuring (?it's all about the journey?, don?t you remember?) was brushed off in a few short scenes (sailing, fighting, sailing, some more fighting, much more sailing). Then suddenly comes the end climax, and this is where things really just begin. And then it's all over, all too fast and all too predictably. The writing itself is riddled with inconsistencies, suddenly there's some Lafontaine guy doing voice overs in the middle of everything, the heroes are called ?the Argonauts? once, and the character personalities do wild turns in the end (for example, Allam Orf changing from the information giver to the greedy egoist). The plot is just one big trip to the Clichéland (except for Zeke, the [i]heroine[/i], doing the swordfighting), and I'm having a hard time finding anything positive from it. Quite frankly, I'm disappointed in your team. If you had just focused on making a [I]short movie[/I] out of this, you could've left out so much of the unnecessary details and inconsistencies, and actually come up with something concentrated and entertaining.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue][B]The Titans:[/B] Hmm, I think you had something good going on. The plot of your short movie was clichéd on some parts (the superpowers weren?t anything new), but it was also somewhat unconventional (the death of JJ so early on, and the whole vendetta against Sandy). The pace of the screenplay was decent, the beginning especially had quite a good rhythm, although there were too many montages of each characters. Each character had a distinct personality, although they could?ve been even deeper. The vendetta I mentioned was pretty weird, though, since you couldn?t say that Ms. Beth and the kids were super[i]heroes[/i] ? they did nothing heroic during the movie, except maybe getting rid of a criminal mastermind. Sandy as the villain was oddly evil and lacked a motive, but perhaps he just wanted to wipe out the Titans until they would become too much of a threat. You should?ve described the infiltration of Sandy?s building instead of cutting to the climax all of a sudden, and the ending should?ve had a proper moral, instead of just ?evil gets its ass kicked?. All in all, your screenplay lacked other action besides fighting, but the characters were sympathetic and the length was good. The addition of music was a nice touch, although the pieces sounded more like game music, and thus were somewhat distracting. The text itself was sometimes written too much like it had a narrator, but I could definitely see the scenes as motion pictures in my head, and that?s the most important thing.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Green][B]The Laugh Out Louds:[/B] Your theme was probably the hardest to make a short movie out of. Fortunately you have a master comedian as you Team Captain. I laughed and chuckled on many occasions. The jokes were all funny, although many were quite random, and the plot was as consistent as one could expect from a ?crazy comedy?. It really reminded me of Leslie Nielsen?s and Mel Brooks? movies. But unfortunately it didn?t get quite to that level. The problem with your screenplay was that it was an OB-parody fanfic with many jokes that only the members of these board would get. If it were filmed as a real short movie, it wouldn?t get audience outside this site. I know it wasn?t clearly prohibited to make inside-jokes, and to certain extent it would?ve been just fine, but at times it seems that you?re whole screenplay is built upon those type of jokes. Also, some jokes would be impossible to transfer into a movie (like the ?dumb guard?-joke). You also used quite a lot of repetition as the basis of your jokes, there could?ve been less of that. I have to applaud you, however, for the great ending. It also seemed as if the whole short movie was built upon your captain?s persona, and if I didn?t know better, I could say he wrote this all by himself. I would?ve appreciated a bit more effort from the other team members as well. To sum it up, your entry is good and funny as a written product, but as a screenplay for an actual movie it is dubious.[/COLOR] So there. I hope I didn?t offend anybody too much, I know you all went through a lot of trouble for this challenge and I want to repeat how much I appreciate that fact. But as is the nature of the game, not everybody can win. There are two [B]winners[/B] for this challenge, and they are [color=DarkRed]The Mercenaries[/color], by far the best, and [color=Blue]The Titans[/color]. Congratulations, you two teams, you are safe from voting people out. This means that [color=DarkOrange]Team Argo[/color] and [color=Green]The LOLs[/color], you are facing the? [center][size=5]Third Team Council[/size][/center] One person from both [B]losing[/B] teams will get voted out. As usual, the voting takes place via private messages to me, stating the name of the one you want out this time. Who holds your team back? Who doesn?t pull his or her weight? Who do you think enabled the loss of this challenge? It?s time to vote [i]who[/i].[/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Darren Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 I just thought I would point out,(because obviously our title messed up whenever Aaryanna hosted it) that our title was called Hopeless. It was meant to be ironic to the fact that the school and town were called New Hope. :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Aaryanna Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [COLOR=DarkRed][quote name='Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]I was surprised of how few inconsistencies there were (I only spotted the one where the kids talked about the police refusing to come to their help ? which was a fact that only Gavin knew and he had no opportunity to tell it forward before his death), on the contrary, the plot was very consistent. And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this.[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE]Yeah, some of those inconsistencies happened from us trimming things out and not changing things to fit. Originally more of the deaths were going to be written out so that other people besides Gavin was ignored by the police, we honestly didn?t even catch that inconsistency. [QUOTE=Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed][B]The Mercenaries:[/B]And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this.[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE]Yeah, I agree, even though I don?t watch horror films my other teammates pointed out ideas I had that were predictable and had already been done. >_< We decided to go in favor of being consistent in that area. [QUOTE=Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]The closure brought chills down my spine, I took it as a symbol of the evil every human carries inside them. As I said, this would make an excellent short-movie ? or even a full-length movie if the characters were developed more ? and you should be proud of your accomplishment. The only thing missing from it is a title.[/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote]^_^ You just made my day. Not only did we want to avoid the clichéd ended where the killer can?t be killed, but we wanted to show how anyone could be pushed over the edge. Also, I guess it wasn?t obvious enough since it?s right there on the graphic, but the title is indeed Hopeless. :catgirl: [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Prev 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Next Page 2 of 10 This topic is now closed to further replies. Share More sharing options... Followers 0
Sandy Posted February 11, 2007 Author Share Posted February 11, 2007 [FONT=Century Gothic]Alright, teams, I have now read through each of your entries. First of all I have to say that I truly appreciate the hard work and time you have put into this challenge, but unfortunately it wasn?t a good thing for some teams. With much less work you could?ve gotten a much more focused [b]short movie[/b] screenplay. I have to add, though, that I loved to watch the creative process that each team had in their own threads. All teams showed a remarkable amount of co-operation, although naturally some people took more responsibility than others. But now, I will review each team?s screenplays separately. A warning in advance: [b]I won?t be nice[/b]. [COLOR=DarkRed][B]The Mercenaries:[/B] I almost can?t believe that just [i]three people[/i] were able to do what you guys have done. I don?t even know where to begin? Well, the most important thing is probably that I saw the events unfold before my eyes as I read it. The plot was dark, it was thrilling, and it was very graphic. All good things. The setting was a bit clichéd, and you could?ve taken the theme into a completely different direction, but at the end you have nothing to be ashamed of in your screenplay. Now, I was worried that the overly large cast might do you in, but you handled it quite efficiently. The amount of students could?ve been smaller, and they could?ve been more fleshed out as individuals, but you swiftly got rid of the excessive characters. The antagonist was quite creepy, although I?m glad you didn?t make him invincible, like in so many (poor) horror movies. I was surprised of how few inconsistencies there were (I only spotted the one where the kids talked about the police refusing to come to their help ? which was a fact that only Gavin knew and he had no opportunity to tell it forward before his death), on the contrary, the plot was very consistent. And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this. The layout was very nice, blood-spattered pink was a macabre but fitting choice. The closure brought chills down my spine, I took it as a symbol of the evil every human carries inside them. As I said, this would make an excellent short-movie ? or even a full-length movie if the characters were developed more ? and you should be proud of your accomplishment. The only thing missing from it is a title.[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange][B]Team Argo:[/B] I have to say I had some expectations for the theme I gave you, which affect my review, so I beg your forgiveness for that. It was a good thing that you started making a retelling of an old myth, especially the one that you named your team after. I hate to say this, but your screenplay was too slow in the beginning, and too hasty in the end. To be honest, I can't imagine it being filmed into a short movie. It lacks focus for that. It started with long pieces of dialogue (which soon got repetitive), there were many totally unnecessary details (like the talking cat), and the fact that the history of the Fleece was [I]told[/I] and not [I]acted out[/I] was a big flaw. At some point, I found myself bored, actually, wondering where this "fantastic adventure" would really begin. The characters of Mother and Allam Orf were interesting, but the others were quite insignificant - especially Kalon, who served as nothing but the token character dying dramatically. Much to my chagrin, the actual adventuring (?it's all about the journey?, don?t you remember?) was brushed off in a few short scenes (sailing, fighting, sailing, some more fighting, much more sailing). Then suddenly comes the end climax, and this is where things really just begin. And then it's all over, all too fast and all too predictably. The writing itself is riddled with inconsistencies, suddenly there's some Lafontaine guy doing voice overs in the middle of everything, the heroes are called ?the Argonauts? once, and the character personalities do wild turns in the end (for example, Allam Orf changing from the information giver to the greedy egoist). The plot is just one big trip to the Clichéland (except for Zeke, the [i]heroine[/i], doing the swordfighting), and I'm having a hard time finding anything positive from it. Quite frankly, I'm disappointed in your team. If you had just focused on making a [I]short movie[/I] out of this, you could've left out so much of the unnecessary details and inconsistencies, and actually come up with something concentrated and entertaining.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue][B]The Titans:[/B] Hmm, I think you had something good going on. The plot of your short movie was clichéd on some parts (the superpowers weren?t anything new), but it was also somewhat unconventional (the death of JJ so early on, and the whole vendetta against Sandy). The pace of the screenplay was decent, the beginning especially had quite a good rhythm, although there were too many montages of each characters. Each character had a distinct personality, although they could?ve been even deeper. The vendetta I mentioned was pretty weird, though, since you couldn?t say that Ms. Beth and the kids were super[i]heroes[/i] ? they did nothing heroic during the movie, except maybe getting rid of a criminal mastermind. Sandy as the villain was oddly evil and lacked a motive, but perhaps he just wanted to wipe out the Titans until they would become too much of a threat. You should?ve described the infiltration of Sandy?s building instead of cutting to the climax all of a sudden, and the ending should?ve had a proper moral, instead of just ?evil gets its ass kicked?. All in all, your screenplay lacked other action besides fighting, but the characters were sympathetic and the length was good. The addition of music was a nice touch, although the pieces sounded more like game music, and thus were somewhat distracting. The text itself was sometimes written too much like it had a narrator, but I could definitely see the scenes as motion pictures in my head, and that?s the most important thing.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Green][B]The Laugh Out Louds:[/B] Your theme was probably the hardest to make a short movie out of. Fortunately you have a master comedian as you Team Captain. I laughed and chuckled on many occasions. The jokes were all funny, although many were quite random, and the plot was as consistent as one could expect from a ?crazy comedy?. It really reminded me of Leslie Nielsen?s and Mel Brooks? movies. But unfortunately it didn?t get quite to that level. The problem with your screenplay was that it was an OB-parody fanfic with many jokes that only the members of these board would get. If it were filmed as a real short movie, it wouldn?t get audience outside this site. I know it wasn?t clearly prohibited to make inside-jokes, and to certain extent it would?ve been just fine, but at times it seems that you?re whole screenplay is built upon those type of jokes. Also, some jokes would be impossible to transfer into a movie (like the ?dumb guard?-joke). You also used quite a lot of repetition as the basis of your jokes, there could?ve been less of that. I have to applaud you, however, for the great ending. It also seemed as if the whole short movie was built upon your captain?s persona, and if I didn?t know better, I could say he wrote this all by himself. I would?ve appreciated a bit more effort from the other team members as well. To sum it up, your entry is good and funny as a written product, but as a screenplay for an actual movie it is dubious.[/COLOR] So there. I hope I didn?t offend anybody too much, I know you all went through a lot of trouble for this challenge and I want to repeat how much I appreciate that fact. But as is the nature of the game, not everybody can win. There are two [B]winners[/B] for this challenge, and they are [color=DarkRed]The Mercenaries[/color], by far the best, and [color=Blue]The Titans[/color]. Congratulations, you two teams, you are safe from voting people out. This means that [color=DarkOrange]Team Argo[/color] and [color=Green]The LOLs[/color], you are facing the? [center][size=5]Third Team Council[/size][/center] One person from both [B]losing[/B] teams will get voted out. As usual, the voting takes place via private messages to me, stating the name of the one you want out this time. Who holds your team back? Who doesn?t pull his or her weight? Who do you think enabled the loss of this challenge? It?s time to vote [i]who[/i].[/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 I just thought I would point out,(because obviously our title messed up whenever Aaryanna hosted it) that our title was called Hopeless. It was meant to be ironic to the fact that the school and town were called New Hope. :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aaryanna Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 [COLOR=DarkRed][quote name='Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]I was surprised of how few inconsistencies there were (I only spotted the one where the kids talked about the police refusing to come to their help ? which was a fact that only Gavin knew and he had no opportunity to tell it forward before his death), on the contrary, the plot was very consistent. And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this.[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE]Yeah, some of those inconsistencies happened from us trimming things out and not changing things to fit. Originally more of the deaths were going to be written out so that other people besides Gavin was ignored by the police, we honestly didn?t even catch that inconsistency. [QUOTE=Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed][B]The Mercenaries:[/B]And I love plot-twists, even though they were pretty predictable in this.[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE]Yeah, I agree, even though I don?t watch horror films my other teammates pointed out ideas I had that were predictable and had already been done. >_< We decided to go in favor of being consistent in that area. [QUOTE=Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]The closure brought chills down my spine, I took it as a symbol of the evil every human carries inside them. As I said, this would make an excellent short-movie ? or even a full-length movie if the characters were developed more ? and you should be proud of your accomplishment. The only thing missing from it is a title.[/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote]^_^ You just made my day. Not only did we want to avoid the clichéd ended where the killer can?t be killed, but we wanted to show how anyone could be pushed over the edge. Also, I guess it wasn?t obvious enough since it?s right there on the graphic, but the title is indeed Hopeless. :catgirl: [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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