1850's gone, but 1800's harder...
Thanks to those who gave suggestions for the script.
You may be pleased to hear that all ideas were used in some form or other in the end amidst much violence and some silliness.
My favourite bit has to be the following...
Max (our current hero) is armed with a gentleman's walking cane, which he is wielding like a sword. He is being pursued by three Warders, each armed with truncheons.
A dangerous situation indeed!
One of the Warders aims a vicious hit to Max’s head: Max raises the cane to ward the blow, and the heavy nightstick breaks it. He stumbles back, throwing down the thinner half of his broken weapon.
The Warder presses his advantage, lifting his arm for a second strike.
Max uses his power to Command - "Hand me that blackjack!"
The Orderly brings his swing up short, looking mildly confused, and hands Max the truncheon.
Our hero accepts it and snakes forward, smacking the disarmed man between shoulder and neck.
Heeeheee.
Other favourite Commands of the moment are, 'Stop That!' 'Be Silent!' and for shear inventiveness - 'You Can't See Me.'
I really should get out of this rather silly mood I'm in and get down to writing one of the more serious bits of script. I need to pen a meeting in 1800 between Max and Nathaniel (evil bastard #2). It's all terribly serious and ends in a duel... And my neuron's aren't being serious enough to hear Nathaniel's voice in their head at all. *sigh*
Maybe I'll go and draw some film posters instead.
In other news, this week I seem to be living on plums, oatcakes, tea and white wine. Perhaps this has affected my mood?
Also I have just spent 40quid on underwear. I must be suffering from some form of temporary insanity.
You may be pleased to hear that all ideas were used in some form or other in the end amidst much violence and some silliness.
My favourite bit has to be the following...
Max (our current hero) is armed with a gentleman's walking cane, which he is wielding like a sword. He is being pursued by three Warders, each armed with truncheons.
A dangerous situation indeed!
One of the Warders aims a vicious hit to Max’s head: Max raises the cane to ward the blow, and the heavy nightstick breaks it. He stumbles back, throwing down the thinner half of his broken weapon.
The Warder presses his advantage, lifting his arm for a second strike.
Max uses his power to Command - "Hand me that blackjack!"
The Orderly brings his swing up short, looking mildly confused, and hands Max the truncheon.
Our hero accepts it and snakes forward, smacking the disarmed man between shoulder and neck.
Heeeheee.
Other favourite Commands of the moment are, 'Stop That!' 'Be Silent!' and for shear inventiveness - 'You Can't See Me.'
I really should get out of this rather silly mood I'm in and get down to writing one of the more serious bits of script. I need to pen a meeting in 1800 between Max and Nathaniel (evil bastard #2). It's all terribly serious and ends in a duel... And my neuron's aren't being serious enough to hear Nathaniel's voice in their head at all. *sigh*
Maybe I'll go and draw some film posters instead.
In other news, this week I seem to be living on plums, oatcakes, tea and white wine. Perhaps this has affected my mood?
Also I have just spent 40quid on underwear. I must be suffering from some form of temporary insanity.