Pages 1 - 3 of throat lump in text....
Written by Louis Berceli
Transcribed By Stephanie Andrews (Who has taken a few liberties without permission)
Page One
Frame One
Late at night, wide shot of Floyd laying in his bed, eyes wide and covered in sweat. He has unkempt hair, a five o'clock shadow, and deep bags under his eyes. Clearly he is in the advanced stages of terminal Insomnia. There is a large lump protruding frrom his neck, but hidden in shadow.
CAPTION: I don't sleep much anymore. Not since it started singing.
Frame 2
Tight shot of our hero(?)'s buldging eye, profile viewlooking upwards. There's a faint sheen of sweat clinging to the skin around it.
CAPTION: I'm not sure where it came from. It speaks in languages I don't know, and I've named it Hal.
Frame 3
Close up of the hideous growth erupting from Floyd's neck. It's face, armed with jagged teeth and two underdeveloped stubs of arms. Though no sound effects are given, it's clearly howling or shouting.
CAPTION: I think Hal is a Tumor.
Frame 4
A bottle of sleeping pills sitting on a night stand, the cap hanging off the mouth and a few stray pills scattered next to it. It would seem that the pills were taken in a hurry, and in large amounts.
CAPTION: I don't know why Christopher is growing on my neck. I never smoked, and I don't own a microwave.
Frame 5
One of Floyd's hands, clenched in a trembling, veiny, sweaty fist.
CAPTION: I think it may have been Skin Cancer. From the Sun.
Frame 6
Night shot of Floyd's apartment window from outside the building. A noose dangles from the window frame.
CAPTION: I don't go out in the sun anymore.
Page 2
Frame One
Floyd is sitting in the fetal Position, propped against the headboard of his bed. "Hal" is singing.
HAL: FiiiiiiiiiFaro! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!
CAPTION: It seems that Hal is something of an Opera singer.
*Frame Two
Same shot as above, but smaller, ringed by black, as if disappearing down a tunnel.
CAPTION: The pills don't work anymore. Hal doesn't want to sleep.
Frame Three
The Shot from above, fading smaller, barely visible.
CAPTION: When Hal does not sleep, neither do I.
*Artists note: I have changed the frames at this point to achieve what I hope is a more continuous transition to the disappearing blackness, if that makes any sense.
Page Three
FULL PAGE
Tight shot of Floyd in the fetal position, front view. "Hal" is singing his little, malformed heart out.
*HAL: Je Me Suis Frotte Le Liege!
CAPTION: I've Heard this song before....
*Artists note: I'm thinking of changing the words of Hal to a quote from Tanz der Vampire or...this crazy Italian opera, but I need to get permission from the holders of the lyrics first, no need to go through a big mess of legal messiness....
That's all for now, when I'm feeling productive I may put up more...At least I've got the first 3 pages drawn, after I clean them up a bit I'll be putting them up.
Transcribed By Stephanie Andrews (Who has taken a few liberties without permission)
Page One
Frame One
Late at night, wide shot of Floyd laying in his bed, eyes wide and covered in sweat. He has unkempt hair, a five o'clock shadow, and deep bags under his eyes. Clearly he is in the advanced stages of terminal Insomnia. There is a large lump protruding frrom his neck, but hidden in shadow.
CAPTION: I don't sleep much anymore. Not since it started singing.
Frame 2
Tight shot of our hero(?)'s buldging eye, profile viewlooking upwards. There's a faint sheen of sweat clinging to the skin around it.
CAPTION: I'm not sure where it came from. It speaks in languages I don't know, and I've named it Hal.
Frame 3
Close up of the hideous growth erupting from Floyd's neck. It's face, armed with jagged teeth and two underdeveloped stubs of arms. Though no sound effects are given, it's clearly howling or shouting.
CAPTION: I think Hal is a Tumor.
Frame 4
A bottle of sleeping pills sitting on a night stand, the cap hanging off the mouth and a few stray pills scattered next to it. It would seem that the pills were taken in a hurry, and in large amounts.
CAPTION: I don't know why Christopher is growing on my neck. I never smoked, and I don't own a microwave.
Frame 5
One of Floyd's hands, clenched in a trembling, veiny, sweaty fist.
CAPTION: I think it may have been Skin Cancer. From the Sun.
Frame 6
Night shot of Floyd's apartment window from outside the building. A noose dangles from the window frame.
CAPTION: I don't go out in the sun anymore.
Page 2
Frame One
Floyd is sitting in the fetal Position, propped against the headboard of his bed. "Hal" is singing.
HAL: FiiiiiiiiiFaro! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!
CAPTION: It seems that Hal is something of an Opera singer.
*Frame Two
Same shot as above, but smaller, ringed by black, as if disappearing down a tunnel.
CAPTION: The pills don't work anymore. Hal doesn't want to sleep.
Frame Three
The Shot from above, fading smaller, barely visible.
CAPTION: When Hal does not sleep, neither do I.
*Artists note: I have changed the frames at this point to achieve what I hope is a more continuous transition to the disappearing blackness, if that makes any sense.
Page Three
FULL PAGE
Tight shot of Floyd in the fetal position, front view. "Hal" is singing his little, malformed heart out.
*HAL: Je Me Suis Frotte Le Liege!
CAPTION: I've Heard this song before....
*Artists note: I'm thinking of changing the words of Hal to a quote from Tanz der Vampire or...this crazy Italian opera, but I need to get permission from the holders of the lyrics first, no need to go through a big mess of legal messiness....
That's all for now, when I'm feeling productive I may put up more...At least I've got the first 3 pages drawn, after I clean them up a bit I'll be putting them up.