#script draft

[jylek001]

ENDER DAWN, SMP: Basic script draft

Three factions

The kingdom

The circus

And the hellians

Hellians really won't do anything except make it difficult for our protags to get through the nether, which is where the hellians kinda live

The kingdom is where are protags live and consider their home

The kingdom is ruled by a single player who wears an enchanted golden crown, they're given the title of "King"

This king makes rules and decisions about the people of the kingdom

The kingdom is the largest faction on the server, making it the most powerful and corrupt

The circus is the smallest faction, but somehow the one nobody knows anything about

They act more like a cult in the story, and also act as the main antagonists, their leader being the big bad evil guy of the group

Basic story goes that inside this server their appears to "be a glitch" that every single stronghold spawned, but their ender portals lacked a single portal block, making it impossible to make an ender portal and placing the server on pause until the dilemma can be solved

Everyone knows this is actually a big ol lie, someone broke the portal in every single stronghold

The thing is nobody knows why

And that's what our protags set out to discover

Because they figured out that there is actually one more stronghold that has yet to be discovered, and they can pinpoint the exact cords for it because of some math

Their adventure, and our story, begins at this point

And it only goes down hill from there

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The TRON first script draft

Last year, the wonderful @greetingsprogram1982 managed to acquire a copy of the first script draft for the film TRON, scanned it, an uploaded the pages as jpgs here on Tumblr. I have now taken the liberty to convert these scanned pages into a pdf file and upload it to The Internet Archive, in order to hopefully preserve this important historical artifact a little better (many of you are probably aware that Tumblr isn't exactly the ideal place to archive things long-term for various reasons):

TRON first script draft : Steven Lisberger, David Rimmer, Bonnie MacBird : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

This is the first script draft of the film TRON, written in 1981 by Steven Lisberger, David Rimmer and Bonnie MacBird.

I can highly recommend that any fan of the original TRON movie check out this script draft, if you haven't already done so. It's a fascinating read, containing scenes and concepts that didn't make it into the final film (and missing some parts that would be added later), and versions of the movie characters who are very different from what they eventually ended up being.

Again, huge thanks to @greetingsprogram1982 for scanning the script in the first place!

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@spengnitzed @bixiebeet @themousefromfantasyland @janeb984 @stantzed @ireneead @thereisnoblogonly-zuul @angelixgutz @the-blue-fairie

Storyboard scene from early draft of Ghostbusters 2 where ghosts from the Hindemburg Disaster walk without noticing their bodies are on fire.

It was scrapt while the ghosts arriving from the Titanic scene was kept.

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"That's where Dean buried your ashes" vs "Ever since I had to bury him in a Ma'lak box" FIGHT

[theneverlandpiratewitch]

Safe Haven shitpost story ♡

"How about we think of the necessities! First, a place to live-"

"Got That."

"Really?? Where?"

Heaven looks at Millia, her face suddenly grows cold. "No, Heav, you are not welcome here."

"Whaat?! Millia-"

Millia glares at him, causing Heaven to give up. "Fine… I’ll work for it. Already have a job anyway-"

"Wait, really?! Already?! Where?!"

Heaven smiles nervously, suddenly they are at the Incubus Inn. Sexy demon men are dancing everywhere.

"wHAT?! HEAVEN, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"They had a help wanted flyer! I got the job somehow!! It’s easy money-"

"So, you’re just gonna sell your body away?!"

"Well hey, more ass means more cash!" Heaven walks to a back room.

"hEAVEN-"

The manager grabs Heaven’s ass as he walks by, "Nice of you to come, sugarplum~"

Heaven laughs uncomfortably, "Ahhh, would be rude not to!"

The manager smirks, winking, then walks elsewhere. Heaven sneaks into the back room, where strippers are getting ready. Some were injecting their chests to make them bigger, others were doing hair/makeup, some were even walking around naked.

Heaven watches a naked man walk past him, "Hard for the sun to not shine on that-"

He goes into a changing room with his name on it. He sees skimpy clothes on dressers, in closets, and some chokers with leashes. He found a few whips and almost got sick. Nervously, he put on a nice orange, webby thong of sorts. He looked into the mirror, "… Wow… I am extremely fat-"

Heaven walks out and suddenly all the men look at him, "… Hi boys?-"

The men start to crowd a nervous Heaven, then it cuts to Millia. A stripper tried to dance with Millia, who was sitting at a table pissed off.

"Get lost, I’m not here to have unprotected sex."

The stripper looks angry, then stomps off. Millia sighs, looking around, then noticed Heaven happily chatting with a group of strippers.

"Then the boy asked, “'Then why is the man wearin’ all black?'” Heaven and the strippers laugh hysterically. "See?! I knew that joke was funny!"

Millia walks in front of them, "Heaven… ?"

"Oh, Millia! You won’t believe this, but these strippers are surprisingly very down to earth!! They’re so funny and sweet, like-" He pulls out a gift basket, "They gave me a gift basket!!"

Millia sighs, "Heaven-"

Suddenly a voice spoke on the intercom; "Single ladies and horny gents, welcome a new addition to our humping family! The Heavenly Tango Tarantula!"

A stripper looks at them, "You’re on, dollface."

Heaven wheezes, "what-"

Millia legit screams, "wHAT?!"

"I said you’re on."

Millia huffs, "On?! He just got the job!"

"Yeah! Shouldn’t I do somethin’ a little less.. Intense?"

Another stripper piped in, "It’s tradition for the big boss to fire up the newcomers. He gets the newest babe to work in front of a crowd and sees how well received he is. If he does poorly, he’s waiter duty. If he does well, he performs more often!"

Millia growls, "That’s fucking bogue!"

The first stripper grunts, "You don’t think we already know that?"

A third stripper hugs Heaven, "Awe, relax! You’ll do great, hun! Just go up there and shake what your mama gave ya!"

Heaven nervously laughs, "Easy for you to say.. You aren’t goin’ up there practically naked in front of unfaithful husbands and bachelorette parties."

Heaven walks up to the stage, the crowd cheers loudly. He nervously pokes the pole, and the crowd went wild immediately. Heaven looks disgusted, "Jesus! All I did was touch the damn thing!"

The doors quietly open, the chime of the bells being drowned out by the screaming customers. A gang is shown walking in, with Caliente’s silhouette following in the middle. Caliente looks around, "Are you sure he walked in here?"

Hatchet smiles, "I am as certain as my mom was when she threw me out, boss!"

One gang member asks, "Ain’t that him right there?"

They all look up to see Heaven struggling.

Caliente stares, "Good god."

Hatchet growls, "Is he fuckin’ pole dancing?"

The gang member shrugs, "Apparently."

Hatchet tsks, "Fuckin’- Why?!"

A quieter member spoke up, "It is easy money."

Caliente glares at them, "Quiet you fools, we’re ‘bout to get spotted-"

Another gang member commented, "Yeah, but the crowd of unfaithful husbands and bachelorette parties are basically blocking us from view."

Caliente sighs, "well then-"

Hatchet groans, "Why can’t we just go on and attack him?!"

Caliente responds swiftly, "Too many witnesses, this is an inside job. We gotta keep it on the down low."

Hatchet mumbles about how unfair it is. Caliente looks around the room and suddenly spots a sprinkler above a fire extinguisher on the ceiling. He motions to Hatchet, "You see that?"

Hatchet looks in the direction, starts to nod while smiling, "Oh yes, I see it! Great idea, boss!"

Caliente smiles evilly, snickering. Hatchet starts to laugh.

The manager walks up to the strippers, "So, how’s my tarantula doing?"

Millia motions at Heaven, "Go see for yourself."

The manager spots Heaven pathetically trying to dance, and he regrets his decision. "Oh, the man isn’t going to like this! I gotta figure out something!" He looks around for an idea.

One of the strippers pipes in, "How ‘bout you just replace him with a better dancer?"

"I got it! I’ll just replace him with a better dancer!" The manager heads onto stage.

"That’s literally what I just said."

Another stripper comforts the other, while the Manager joins Heaven on stage.

Heaven looks confused, "What are you doing up here?!"

Manager whispers, "Saving my hide!"

He looks at the audience, "Well everybody, since the night is short, we shall be saying goodbye to our Heavenly Tango Tarantula! We shall now replace him with the usual dancers, starting with Pointy Prick!"

One stripper in the distance shouts, "Oh, come the fuck on!"

Heaven looks offended, "Hey, now I’m a little offended you just assume I can’t pole dance, because I obviously can’t pole dance!"

Manager man laughs, "I’m trying to benefit everyone, the man, myself, the dancers, and the audience. You obviously aren’t fit for dancer duty."

"What?! So now I gotta be on waiter duty?!"

Manager winks, "You’ll fit the position wonderfully. Your multiple arms would make it easier to carry orders. Besides, you can get even closer with the audience!~"

Heaven crosses his arms, "No sir, and fuck you, I stressed out too much to have this dancing gig be thrown out the fucking window! I’m gonna finish my pathetic dance and that’s that!"

"Nothing in Hell will allow you to continue your dance!-"

Hatchet suddenly smacks the manager in the head with the fire extinguisher.

Caliente suddenly shouts out of the crowd, "hATCHET, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Hatchet looks at him, "What?"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"… I’m doing the plan, boss. Whack him with the extinguisher! … Was- … Was that not the plan?"

Caliente was fuming, "YOU IDIOT, I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINKLER!!"

Hatchet looks over to spot the sprinkler, "… oohhhhhh-"

Caliente waves his arms, "hATCHEEETT!!"

"I'm on it, don't worry boss!" Hatchet then throws the fire extinguisher at the sprinkler and it goes off. The crowd screams, some running out while others strip in the ‘rain’. The gang starts to leave, but Caliente stops to stop Hatchet hugging the fire extinguisher:

"… Hatchet, why the fuck do you have that?"

Hatchet looks bashful, "Well, I thought we could keep it? I mean, I really like it-"

Caliente growls, "Get rid of it, now!"

Hatchet tosses it aside, sadly, and they run off. Heaven staring out into the room, he then looks down at the knocked out manager.

"… Yeah, I quit."

I Hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

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Some of the best lines from David Koepp’s original Spider-Man draft

[vintageaviatorartwork]

Preview of 'SNARKED' - A Fanmade Comic I Intend to Write & Illustrate

I know this is different work than what I've posted so far, but it will be more relevant to what I prefer, in the future. I do enjoy reading the works of other creators here that focus more on written content, oftentimes in roleplaying-styles in the community. Therefore, I hope I won't feel too guilty posting a purely written post.

I enjoy the portrayal of Jervis Tetch in the short arc of the Gotham Central issues #19-22. So, I'm writing a script for a fanmade comic following that design of the Mad Hatter. It primarily focuses on Tetch's mental turmoil - described by his own thoughts - struggling with symptomalogy I've emphasized cathartically for my own empathetic indulgences.

Without further ado, you can read my comic's drafted script below:

SNARKED

A 'Gotham Central' Fan-Comic Script by A.C. (the Vintage Aviator)

Fit the First, and Only

I've gotten myself in a great, mimsy mess, and I'm forced to unrest, all because I've been snarked. The issue began a few years ago, though more accuratissmally, I've lived more of my life being snarked, than without. You see, the altrudeepum list of rules in Wonderland caused the most trouble for me. A person can change most easily, throughout the day, eachaily. I wanted to stay me! So, I came to believe, frumiously, in a number of fears, to avoid becoming slithy. There's poisons in things not seen by the eye. Skin is a horrible means of passage for the utmost tulgey. Therefore, one ought to avoid walls and its lacquer, possessions of valor, and breath as it flows orgal and stang. All of which left me knackered! I tried to defend! I tried to pretend all manners of snark-hunting would work! But, the venture stretched long, and I barely kept on. You see, saying that "'I eat what I see' is the same thing as 'I see what I eat.'" And so, I ate less and less, and by the end, I could have worn all seven of the Baker's coats, at once. (I wish I'd befriended a Beaver, since it was then that nights felt coldest.) I wish it had been a Boojum - what I tell twice must surely come true - for I longed to vanish and escape the watchful eye of the judgment of Time! He uffishly made the world rest at two-past Brillig, an awful curse, made, by chortling, worse. Numbers to tap - the process of blacalocking - should not, could not, be divisible by three. Therefore, a beamish even like six, is tarnished, wholeheartedly. How cruel! How cruel, then, to style my head by a note of both six and ten. It burbles, flush to my skin. I tired of gyred mocking, and I ran-out-powdered, until I crested the wabe, to the court of the Queen...

The story continues, however, mostly through silent visuals. I apologize, but you must wait til later to know for sure what happens!

I won't be too cruel however, as to not explain the meanings of the portmanteau words I created for this comic. (I attempted greatly to employ Caroll's recommended strategy of thinking of two words simultaneously, and writing the jumble that emerges.)

Accuratissmally - " to be the most accurate"

Altrudeepum - "of great depth and/or length"

Eachaily - "Each and every day; daily (implied duration of eternity)"

Blacalocking - "the practice of tapping, or other mental or physical activities, often continued in a manner of soothing worship and ritual, done in an even number, to avoid disaster. Favorable numbers are even ones that are not also divisible by odd factors. (However, it is often observed that certain exceptions are given without justifiable reason.) Viewed outside the culture of Wonderland, this is clearly a compulsion.

Non-Ex: 6=3x2, 10=5x2, 18=2x9(or 3x6)

Exception-Ex: 8=4x2, 4=2x2, 16=8x2, *32=16x2... (Despite most having factors of # = # x 1) *32 is not often employed except when a situation is dire, because it contains the number three in its name"

Ran-out-Powdered - This is not a portmanteau, but rather a past-tense version of the 1920s slang phrase, "take a run-out powder," meaning "to perform desertion; run away." This is a distinctive difference from "take a powder," which lacks the implication of deserting one's obligations, and rather purely conveys running away from an unpleasant situation.

List of Components for Each Portmanteau:

"Accurately" + Italian superlative "-issima" = "Accuratissmally"

[Latin "altra" (meaning "deep/tall") + "Deep"

+ Latin neuter ending "-um" = "Altrudeepum"]

"Each" + "Daily" = "Eachaily"

"Balance" + "Blocking" = "Blacalocking"

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