The erotic tale of a man overcoming mental retardation by finding religion
So I have one-thousand 3x5 cards. Not by choice, just because that was the unit the decided to sell them in, kilocards, and since I only needed 20 or so cards, I got 1,000. Now I use them to write ideas on, you know, screen play musings, comic book ideas, games, short stuff that I can just jot down at random times when I get a shitty idea that just wont leave, then put them in a bin and come back to later and see if it really is worth more time. Who cares though, right?
Well, my most recent one may just be the most depressing video game of all time. The beginning is an idea I've been throwing back and forth for a year or so; Silent Hill rip-off where a pregnant lady wakes up in a hospital, but her baby isn't there and shit is making no sense and there are insane monsters all over the place, the normal stuff that would be fleshed out if I spent actual time on it and could draw. Through the normal story-interrupting cut-scene transitions, she goes from un-pregnant (or whatever it is called after you deliver the baby) and looking for her baby to being pregnant and trying to get out of there alive, slowly eroding her sanity and making her wonder which is reality. Standard genre crap, right? Yes, and because of that, I didn't even write the damn idea down, but now I have an ending which put a big enough anchor on it to warrant writing. In the end, after defeating some giant-finale-demon or some such final boss, the action ends, the climax comes, and the reason for the entire haunted hospital comes to light; she (the main character) is crazy, her baby died in that hospital at birth, and she's across town in a mental hospital going crazier and crazier trying to rationalize what happened. Yeah, that's right, the entire time you're trying to get out alive or save your baby, but the baby is already dead and you're in a mental asylum scratching pictures of said baby into your arm. Also, she wouldn't control like a World War 2 tank being driven by an alcoholic. EAT THAT SHIGERU MIYAMOTO.
Seriously, what can you even do with that? So if anyone wants to buy that idea and make it, in this economic environment, enough to get a couple full tanks of gas and some DS games should be enough. Then I can go on to writing for a children's show without permanently scarring my name. For a little less, I'll make it myself, but you'd have to feed me and put up with my retarded ideas, like my belief that if you make a large enough Kamikaze with long enough arms, you can break the speed of light eventually, and then use that to launch vehicles out in to space at such speeds.
In movie crap, saw The Ruins two weeks ago on Sunday, like I said I would. Pretty good movie. Not great, like I assumed it wouldn't be, but still pretty good, and the bad stuff, it wasn't like it was the directors fault for shoe-horning it in since the dude who did the screenplay also wrote the novel it was based on. Apparently all the CGI in Hollywood can't make screaming flowers and murderous vines not seem hokey. IMDb has it pretty much spot on with its rating, as a high 60s to low 70s fits pretty well. For horror films of this century though, it probably has an 80-something. And since when did Jena Malone stop looking like a young Jodie Foster/Helen Hunt and start looking hot? I'd totally add her on MySpace, but its a page for an experimental spoken-poetry thing band she's in, and I hate music and poetry.
Also, she was in Donnie Darko, so if she ever found out I thought that that movie was just an elaborate retelling of Weekend at Bernie's, but with emo undertones instead of Jonathan Silverman, something bad would happen. Someone who merely liked that movie hit me for saying that, so I'd hate to see how someone who was in it would react.
Well, my most recent one may just be the most depressing video game of all time. The beginning is an idea I've been throwing back and forth for a year or so; Silent Hill rip-off where a pregnant lady wakes up in a hospital, but her baby isn't there and shit is making no sense and there are insane monsters all over the place, the normal stuff that would be fleshed out if I spent actual time on it and could draw. Through the normal story-interrupting cut-scene transitions, she goes from un-pregnant (or whatever it is called after you deliver the baby) and looking for her baby to being pregnant and trying to get out of there alive, slowly eroding her sanity and making her wonder which is reality. Standard genre crap, right? Yes, and because of that, I didn't even write the damn idea down, but now I have an ending which put a big enough anchor on it to warrant writing. In the end, after defeating some giant-finale-demon or some such final boss, the action ends, the climax comes, and the reason for the entire haunted hospital comes to light; she (the main character) is crazy, her baby died in that hospital at birth, and she's across town in a mental hospital going crazier and crazier trying to rationalize what happened. Yeah, that's right, the entire time you're trying to get out alive or save your baby, but the baby is already dead and you're in a mental asylum scratching pictures of said baby into your arm. Also, she wouldn't control like a World War 2 tank being driven by an alcoholic. EAT THAT SHIGERU MIYAMOTO.
Seriously, what can you even do with that? So if anyone wants to buy that idea and make it, in this economic environment, enough to get a couple full tanks of gas and some DS games should be enough. Then I can go on to writing for a children's show without permanently scarring my name. For a little less, I'll make it myself, but you'd have to feed me and put up with my retarded ideas, like my belief that if you make a large enough Kamikaze with long enough arms, you can break the speed of light eventually, and then use that to launch vehicles out in to space at such speeds.
In movie crap, saw The Ruins two weeks ago on Sunday, like I said I would. Pretty good movie. Not great, like I assumed it wouldn't be, but still pretty good, and the bad stuff, it wasn't like it was the directors fault for shoe-horning it in since the dude who did the screenplay also wrote the novel it was based on. Apparently all the CGI in Hollywood can't make screaming flowers and murderous vines not seem hokey. IMDb has it pretty much spot on with its rating, as a high 60s to low 70s fits pretty well. For horror films of this century though, it probably has an 80-something. And since when did Jena Malone stop looking like a young Jodie Foster/Helen Hunt and start looking hot? I'd totally add her on MySpace, but its a page for an experimental spoken-poetry thing band she's in, and I hate music and poetry.
Also, she was in Donnie Darko, so if she ever found out I thought that that movie was just an elaborate retelling of Weekend at Bernie's, but with emo undertones instead of Jonathan Silverman, something bad would happen. Someone who merely liked that movie hit me for saying that, so I'd hate to see how someone who was in it would react.