tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305460205803455982024-03-18T20:21:24.755-07:00DIVERGENT UNIVERSESDuragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-13717748425660949232024-03-16T15:38:00.000-07:002024-03-16T15:38:14.489-07:00UPDATE (2024/03/16)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2017/09/screenplay-index.html" target="_blank"> "SCREENPLAY INDEX"</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><i>Friday the 13th 1980</i> (Revised First Draft 2) added under "FINISHED".</li><li><i>Friday the 13th 1984</i> (Revised First Draft) added under "FINISHED".</li><li><i>Friday the 13th 1989</i> (Revised First Draft) added under "FINISHED".</li><li><i>Friday the 13th 1990</i> (Second Draft) added under "FINISHED".</li></ul></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-30463109327876399342024-01-31T02:17:00.000-08:002024-01-31T02:17:22.734-08:00UPDATE (2024/01/31)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-amalgamate-multiverse.html" target="_blank">"THE AMALGAM MULTIVERSE"</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Universe 2 revised.</li><li>Universe 4 revised.</li><li>Universe 40 renamed Universe 41.</li><li>Universe 95 revised.</li><li>Universe 688 revised.</li><li>Universe 9997 removed.</li><li>Universe 93060 removed.</li><li>Universe 103865 & Universe 730911 merged into Universe 77.</li><li>Universe 149166 removed.</li><li>Fletcher Hanks universe designated Universe 1239.</li><li>"The K-Metal from Krypton" universe designated Universe 40.</li><li>"Lois Lane's Super Dream" universe designated Universe 125.</li><li>"The Reign of the Superman" universe designated Universe 133.</li><li>Siegel & Keaton Superman universe designated Universe 634.</li><li><i>Superman: Flyby</i> universe removed.</li><li><i>T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents</i> universe designated Universe 1165.</li><li>Ultimate DCU designated Universe 136.</li><li>"Yesterdays Gone"/"Chronocide!" universe designated Universe 678.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">UPDATE</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Removed all update notices prior to 2024/01/31.</li></ul></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-42492114382331300272023-12-18T16:01:00.000-08:002023-12-18T16:01:51.999-08:00Kaiburr Crystal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLya23H_twH-uZ6ruPveI6k0uj40MoxN3ZUGC8gpU85U0AvDnQ0zGzxtWvOGqKZ1SQIRy_lsJ03CKCYn7gIZs4t9hLsX7PTL-ZFz-c3puRum7At8VerIZG4cZ14RaBiNoC7m6UGDupcIBhJRU0qnjIPR6gKEOyH1XIAgkqyS6lRThtdQBVGqK4ott/s615/LightsaberCrystal-SWE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="340" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLya23H_twH-uZ6ruPveI6k0uj40MoxN3ZUGC8gpU85U0AvDnQ0zGzxtWvOGqKZ1SQIRy_lsJ03CKCYn7gIZs4t9hLsX7PTL-ZFz-c3puRum7At8VerIZG4cZ14RaBiNoC7m6UGDupcIBhJRU0qnjIPR6gKEOyH1XIAgkqyS6lRThtdQBVGqK4ott/s320/LightsaberCrystal-SWE.png" width="177" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Kaiburr crystals were Force-attuned crystals that grew rarely but throughout the Galaxy, with some areas having a greater abundance than others. The crystals concentrated energy in a unique manner through the Force, resonating with it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Internally, kaiburr crystals were composed of both organic and inorganic matter. They were stable at temperatures and pressures found in the cores of stars and gas giants, and were thus resistant to heat and physical stresses. The crystals grew in an organized way, adding to their prismatic structure one piece at a time, and thus could be found from sizes as small as a fingernail to gigantic proportions. All kaiburr crystals were attuned to the Force regardless of their size.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kaiburr crystals were most notably found in the Adega system, though a fair amount of these crystals could also be found on the planets Ilum, Dantooine, Halm, and Mygeeto. They were a critical component in the construction of most lightsabers, generating the energy which formed the weapon's distinct laser blade. Force adepts travelled to crystal deposits to harvest their own crystals, which they then used to build their lightsabers. Crystals lacked colour before they were chosen by Force adepts. Once chosen, the crystals were meditated upon with the Force, upon which they attained hues influenced by the adepts' psyches or preferences.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The crystals were noted for their unmatched ability to channel energy and generate enormous returns. To this end, numerous individuals attempted to make synthetic kaiburr crystals, though synthesis was difficult and the resultant crystals were often highly unstable and explosive. If a crystal was subjected to forceful attempts to harness its innate power, it would "flee" such attempts, hindering those that sought to use it against its will. Only Force adepts could easily harness the power of the kaiburr crystal. This was done either by the adept forming a rapport with the crystal or by using the Force to dominate the crystal, bending it to their will.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ancient Sith made prodigious use of kaiburr crystals. Sith warblades, amulets, and holocrons usually utilized natural kaiburr crystals, whilst most other Sith technology utilized synthetic crystals. During the Great Hyperspace War, superweapons were developed by the Dark Lord Naga Sadow that were powered by giant kaiburr crystals. These superweapons were capable of destroying whole stars by reaching into their depths and wrenching out their cores, destabilizing them, causing them to go supernova. The modern lightsaber was also an innovation of the Sith. While the lightsaber was invented by the Jedi after the Great Schism, leaving the Exiles who became the Sith ignorant of the technology, a number of laser swords came into the Sith's possession during the Great Hyperspace War. They were quick to modify the weapons to replace the cumbersome external power packs and restrictive power cords with internally set kaiburr crystals, considerably improving lightsaber ergonomics. The Jedi adapted the use of kaiburr crystals in the creation of their own lightsabers and holocrons following the war.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the Proclamation of the New Order and the Great Jedi Purge, Emperor Palpatine and his Empire began construction of the Death Stars, twin battle stations capable of destroying entire planets. Kaiburr crystals were used as part of the Death Stars' superlasers, looted from lightsabers, holy sites, and worlds where they could be found.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-17738815810314110272022-05-12T03:21:00.002-07:002022-05-14T03:05:35.861-07:00Universe 1 Timeline<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">c. 2,000,000 BCE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>By this point in time, the people of Krypton have conquered disease and perfected cloning, making them effectively immortal.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">98,000-97.000 BCE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Kryptonian Clone Wars occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1881</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jonathan Kent is born to Hiram and Edith Kent.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1883</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El is born on Krypton.</li><li>As Krypton enters the final phase of its destruction, the Kryptonian colonization fleet is launched. Only twelve of the 144,000 stasis matrices escape the cataclysm, whereupon they begin their voyage to Earth.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1884</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Daily Planet is founded in Metropolis.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1888</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Martha Clark is born to Henry and Willa Clark.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1889</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Perry White is born.</li><li>Alexei "Lex" Luthor is born to Leon & Liliya Luthor.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1902</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Lex Luthor takes a large insurance policy out on his parents without their knowledge. Shortly thereafter, he causes a fire in their apartment which claims their lives. He uses the insurance payouts to kickstart his future.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1915</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Wayne is born to Thomas and Martha Wayne.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1916</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Pete Ross is born.</li><li>Nine Kryptonian stasis matrices arrive on Earth.</li><li>Kal-El's matrix lands in Smallville, Kansas, USA, where it is found by Jonathan and Martha Kent. Retrieving the infant from his pod, the Kents decide to pass him off as their own son, naming him Clark Joseph Kent.</li><li>Mala-Ur's matrix crashes into a Luthor Incorporated munitions factory, where it is found by Luthor's people. Retrieving the infant from her pod, they take her into captivity for further study, codenaming her "Subject One".</li><li>Dru-Zod's matrix lands in rural Pokolistan. It evades discovery, the infant remaining in hibernation.</li><li>Lana Lang is born to Lewis and Sarah Lang.</li><li>Lois Lane is born to Sam and Etta Lane.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1917</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Selina Kyle is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1921</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Enrolled in Smallville School, Kal-El befriends classmates Lana Lang, Pete Ross, and Kenny Braverman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1924</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El develops invulnerability.</li><li>Thomas and Martha Wayne are murdered by Joe Chill. Witness to their killing, their son, Bruce, vows to become a crimefighter in their memory.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1925</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El develops super strength.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1927</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El develops super speed.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1928</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Richard "Dick" Grayson is born to John and Mary Grayson.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1930</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El develops x-ray vision.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1932</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El develops super leaping.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1933</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El first encounters Mala-Ur and Lex Luthor.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1933-1937</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Forced to leave Kansas to find work as the Great Depression worsens, Kal-El travels west towards California. Bearing witness to the gross social injustice besieging the nation, exposed to anarchist and Marxist writings, he embraces anarcho-communism.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1937-1938</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El serves as an ambulance driver with the Lincoln Battalion in the Spanish Civil War.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1938</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jonathan Kent dies.</li><li>Kal-El is seriously wounded when a shell hits the ambulance he is driving. He survives, but with impaired vision and partial paralysis, ending his time in the Spanish Civil War.</li><li>Kal returns to Smallville. After he recovers from his injuries, he decides to move east, settling in Metropolis, Delaware.</li><li>Kal becomes Superman.</li><li>Dru-Zod's stasis matrix is finally discovered by farmers. Retrieving the infant from his pod, they hand him over to Soviet authorities, who name him Avruskin.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1939</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Wayne becomes Batman.</li><li>Kal-El encounters Lex Luthor for the first time in his Superman identity.</li><li>Harvey Dent is elected district attorney of Gotham.</li><li>Batman first encounters Doctor Death.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1940</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Batman first encounters Hugo Strange.</li><li>Batman builds the first Batmobile.</li><li>Jack "Red Hood" Napier becomes the Joker.</li><li>Harvey Dent becomes Two-Face.</li><li>Batman encounters the Mad Monk.</li><li>John and Mary Grayson are murdered by Tony Zucco. Adopting Dick Grayson as his ward, Bruce Wayne reveals his double identity to him and begins training him as his sidekick.</li><li>Selina Kyle becomes Catwoman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1941</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Following America's entry into World War II, Kal-El is assigned as war correspondant for the Daily Planet. In the week before he's shipped out, he reveals his double identity to his girlfriend, Lois Lane, and proposes marriage. She accepts, and they are wed the night before his departure.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1941-1945</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kal-El aids the Allies in Europe and the Pacific.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1942</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Sentenced to death, Jack Napier is executed by electric chair.</li><li>Lex Luthor's correspondence with Nazi and Soviet scientists is disclosed to the US government. Disgraced, facing charges of treason, Luthor is forced into hiding.</li><li>Luthor constructs a mechanical warsuit. Powered by green kryptonite, the warsuit enables him to walk and engage Superman in physical combat.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1944</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kara-Re is born to Kala-Re and In-Ze on Wegthor.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1945</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Wayne and Kal-El team up to battle Heinrich Melch, a kryptonite-enhanced Nazi super-soldier.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1946</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Dick Grayson becomes Robin.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1947</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Due to improper shielding, Lex Luthor has contracted radiation poisoning from the green kryptonite which powers his warsuit. His cancer malignant and untreatable, Luthor fully commits himself to defeating his hated enemy, the Man of Steel. Constructing an android simulacrum powered by black kryptonite, Luthor sets it against Kal-El. During the course of the battle, the Lexdroid self-destructs, bathing Kal in black K radiation, permanently splitting him into two separate individuals: an amoral Superman and a spineless Clark Kent.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1947-1961</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Formally renouncing anarchism, Superman ingratiates himself to the US government. He eventually becomes their pawn, participating in the Korean & Vietnam Wars on their behalf.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1948</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Martha Kent dies.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1950</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Clark Kent and Lois Lane divorce.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1953</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Clark Kent and Lana Lang are married.</li><li>Dru-Zod becomes the Red Son.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1954</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Karen Kent is born to Clark and Lana Kent.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1955</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle are married. Shortly thereafter, Selina turns herself in to the police and serves time for her crimes as Catwoman.</li><li>Dru-Zod learns of his Kryptonian heritage. Discarding his Terran name, he vows to seize control of the Soviet Union and transform Earth into a new Krypton.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1956</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Wayne retires as Batman. Dick Grayson takes up the role in his stead.</li><li>Joker II makes his debut.</li><li>Katherine "Kathy" Kane becomes Batwoman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1957</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Helena Wayne is born to Bruce and Selina Wayne.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1958</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Superman first encounters BrainIAC.</li><li>Superman is transported to Universe 29, an inverted analogue of Universe 1 inhabited by silicon-based humanoids. There he encounters his "bizarre" counterpart and blue kryptonite, which has the effect of augmenting his powers.</li><li>Returning from Universe 29, Superman synthesizes blue kryptonite in the Fortress of Solitude and begins habitually bathing in its radiations. The blue K has a cumulative effect, enhancing his existing abilities and granting him additional ones with each exposure.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1959</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Having had his brain transferred to an android body powered by green kryptonite, Lex Luthor re-emerges as "John Corben", director of the Department of Extranormal Operations (DEO).</li><li>Superman visits the Rao system. On Wegthor, in the city of Argo, he finds Kara-Re, the planet's last survivor. Releasing her from stasis, he brings her back with him to Earth.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1961</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>After three years of constant exposure to blue kryptonite radiation, Superman's cells are dangerously close to degenerating. The blue K having bestowed him a vast repertoire of godlike abilities, he decides he needs no more power and removes the crystal from the Fortress of Solitude, tossing it into the sun.</li><li>After a brief, bloodless war with the world's military might, Superman seizes command of the world's governments. Declaring himself High Councilor of Earth, he centralizes control under an authoritarian socialist Regime enforced by his Superman robots and deputized superheroes.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1962</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kara-Re becomes Supergirl.</li><li>The "Superman Revenge Squad", led by Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne, orchestrate a plan to assassinate Superman. The plan fails spectacularly. Wayne and most of the co-conspirators die in the scuffle, leaving only Luthor against the Man of Steel. He opens his chest plate, exposing Superman to his kryptonite heart. Superman plucks the kryptonite out and eats it, demonstrating his immunity to green K. Before Luthor can perish, Superman teleports him to STAR Labs, where he is equipped with a new power source before being taken into police custody.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1964</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Joker II is captured and "rehabilitated" by the Regime.</li><li>Kathy Kane retires as Batwoman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1965</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Grayson is born to Dick Grayson and Kathy Kane.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1966</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Helena Wayne learns of her father's past as the first Batman.</li><li>Pamela Isley becomes Poison Ivy.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1971</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Having grown bored and listless in his role as High Councilor, Superman decides to leave Earth, seeking to find new and greater challenges amongst the stars. After transferring all power to Kara-Re, he departs.</li><li>Jason Todd is born to Joe and Trina Todd.</li><li>Dick Grayson first encounters Ra's al Ghul.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1971-1985</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kara-Re dissolves the Regime, granting the municipalities of Earth their autonomy. Some embrace libertarian socialism, others revert to capitalism.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1973</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Carrie Kelley is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1976</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Selina Wayne dies.</li><li>Karen Kent becomes Power Girl.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1977</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Grayson becomes Robin.</li><li>Helena Wayne becomes the Huntress.</li><li>The Huntress joins the JLA.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1979</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Kara-Re frees the Kandorians from their pocket universe, resettling them on an unihabited terrestrial planet orbiting a red giant. They name their new home "Rokyn".</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1983</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jason Todd is adopted by Dick Grayson.</li><li>Kara-Re becomes Superwoman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1984</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bruce Grayson becomes Nightwing.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1985</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Clark Kent and Superman are merged back together. The reconstituted Kal-El is significantly depowered, though not to his pre-blue K levels.</li><li>Kara-Re dies in the Crisis.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1986</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Lex Luthor founds LexCoop, an aerospace engineering worker cooperative.</li><li>Carrie Kelley becomes Batgirl.</li><li>Lana Kent dies.</li><li>In his final battle with Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson is rejuvenated by a Lazarus pit.</li><li>Dick Grayson and Talia al Ghul are married.</li><li>Joker III makes his debut.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1987</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Holly Robinson becomes Catwoman.</li><li>Jason Todd becomes Robin.</li><li>Damien Grayson is born to Dick and Talia Grayson.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1988</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Joker III cripples Carrie Kelley.</li><li>Joker III kills Jason Todd.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1989</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Carrie Kelley becomes Oracle.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1992</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jean-Paul Valley becomes Dick Grayson's protege.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1993</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Lois Lane dies.</li><li>Kal-El and BrainIAC "die" when they are combined into Kal-IAC.</li><li>John Henry Irons becomes Steel.</li><li>Kon-El is born, becomes Superboy.</li><li>Karen Kent becomes Superwoman.</li><li>Lex Luthor becomes Superman.</li><li>Bane cripples Dick Grayson.</li><li>Jean-Paul Valley becomes Batman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1994</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jean-Paul Valley is defeated by Dick Grayson.</li><li>Dick Grayson retires as Batman.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1996</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Magog kills Joker III.</li></ul></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-76476548310650485572022-05-04T01:16:00.003-07:002022-05-14T03:04:16.024-07:00Forms of Kryptonite<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Kryptonite is a crystalline compound formed from the radioactive elements which constituted the core of Kal-El's native planet, Krypton. Existing in many forms with many colours, kryptonite has varied effects on Kryptonian and Terran lifeforms alike.</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #38761d; color: white;">GREEN KRYPTONITE</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa6xEQdCmXt2opF2xUU4-NT92i9kWrr1yh9JwrrCL0aq2nSGHJHc3WKuTwNplxfYX7ArWFbMMDxLv0q4tJkVUlZEV--ZtlHbSXwoyCw1aQwdEqxMFYd6F682rA7Xuzjb7L6_AehKMrwunrzNq3vvWfQIDOCle5RrQLsP8PaDY0CxYz4c995cjdg/s285/GK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="220" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa6xEQdCmXt2opF2xUU4-NT92i9kWrr1yh9JwrrCL0aq2nSGHJHc3WKuTwNplxfYX7ArWFbMMDxLv0q4tJkVUlZEV--ZtlHbSXwoyCw1aQwdEqxMFYd6F682rA7Xuzjb7L6_AehKMrwunrzNq3vvWfQIDOCle5RrQLsP8PaDY0CxYz4c995cjdg/s1600/GK.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON KRYPTONIANS</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Causes debilitating pain, weakness, reduction of powers, and eventually death.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON HUMANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prolonged exposure causes cellular damage.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON BIZARRO-KRYPTONIANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Permanently amplifies/augments powers and temporarily immunizes them to most other forms of kryptonite.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ABUNDANCE</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only known form of naturally occurring kryptonite, the molten remains of Krypton and the debris field surrounding it are believed to be wholly composed of green K. Only one (formerly three) fragments of appreciable size are present on Earth — formerly in the possession of Luthor Incorporated, now in the hands of parties unknown.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: red;"><span style="color: white;">RED KRYPTONITE</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfpL-lCMm-fYgl0etHeVUCG-I29O1kBu0yDPd6ZvED4r8I2T1HwTo2yHiuPcUTsD3vlumFIeiYataNHNYbKcrANNouRKVZ5t5zaLX6LEgikiRm1xpaVKhmNUkoaDFxhWVURaKDQIX19EV4FuIoDwK6nKh9VSxDb9fMMGEwrb7q8QRCCPL8uLSP1Q/s384/RK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="374" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfpL-lCMm-fYgl0etHeVUCG-I29O1kBu0yDPd6ZvED4r8I2T1HwTo2yHiuPcUTsD3vlumFIeiYataNHNYbKcrANNouRKVZ5t5zaLX6LEgikiRm1xpaVKhmNUkoaDFxhWVURaKDQIX19EV4FuIoDwK6nKh9VSxDb9fMMGEwrb7q8QRCCPL8uLSP1Q/s320/RK.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON KRYPTONIANS</div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suppresses powers for 48-72 hours.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON HUMANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prolonged/intense exposure in combination with various external catalysts causes mutations resulting in superhuman abilities.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON BIZARRO-KRYPTONIANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fatally overloads them with power.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ABUNDANCE</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The end product of Lex Luthor's failed attempt at synthesizing green K, almost a hundred bricks of red K were produced during the 1930s & '40s, making it the most common form of the compound on Earth.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #2b00fe;"><span style="color: white;">BLUE KRYPTONITE</span></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz65CB4WIUPnY4gyJeuE96ckSHFbt2hNqqLZnPM9p1s7uNEdFQ7HEUdtHfavfNgZdZuOS-g0VY8ddSOqwrRcJBnTnM_J5Zzak9L9B1YG7fHofBGmqMROG3KnxPy45_EU_Nqai_tbkZBfMR60NYdITRlxB01uJCdz7HwQr4hwikvIfZsw4GVXoW9w/s171/BLK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="149" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz65CB4WIUPnY4gyJeuE96ckSHFbt2hNqqLZnPM9p1s7uNEdFQ7HEUdtHfavfNgZdZuOS-g0VY8ddSOqwrRcJBnTnM_J5Zzak9L9B1YG7fHofBGmqMROG3KnxPy45_EU_Nqai_tbkZBfMR60NYdITRlxB01uJCdz7HwQr4hwikvIfZsw4GVXoW9w/s1600/BLK.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON BIZARRO-KRYPTONIANS</div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Causes debilitating pain, weakness, reduction of powers, and eventually death.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON KRYPTONIANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Permanently amplifies/augments powers and temporarily immunizes them to most other forms of kryptonite.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON HUMANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prolonged exposure heals cellular damage.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ABUNDANCE</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Naturally occurring in Universe 29, the only example of blue K found in Universe 1 was a large synthetic crystal Superman had kept in his Fortress of Solitude before having it destroyed.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: white;">BLACK KRYPTONITE</span></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkzFG3fCZC3LMmVy5a2UfnJr1q6LYF00UgcGZjoYXz73uFo0QwYzsF_NPM2htK9MPsum0ZRvIIyXUVqkdP8TCZog9OUBlXmg5E9jaAXFpOZlW_wrJU-om5UeRCvoRmexKRsC79P_r8dtacoychsdcxqqdwL2-XLNHpYk7YKdDnWHagjUOWncUJQ/s438/BK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="438" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkzFG3fCZC3LMmVy5a2UfnJr1q6LYF00UgcGZjoYXz73uFo0QwYzsF_NPM2htK9MPsum0ZRvIIyXUVqkdP8TCZog9OUBlXmg5E9jaAXFpOZlW_wrJU-om5UeRCvoRmexKRsC79P_r8dtacoychsdcxqqdwL2-XLNHpYk7YKdDnWHagjUOWncUJQ/s320/BK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON KRYPTONIANS</div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Splits them into two separate beings, one "good" and one "evil".</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON HUMANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">None known.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EFFECTS ON BIZARRO-KRYPTONIANS</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">None known.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ABUNDANCE</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only fragment of black K was created by Lex Luthor and used to fuel the Lexdroid, an android simulacrum Luthor built to physically combat Superman. The chunk was destroyed after Luthor remotely triggered the Lexdroid's self-destruct, bathing the Man of Tomorrow in concentrated black K radiation.</div></div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-87035630144915996462022-05-03T21:49:00.001-07:002022-05-04T00:27:36.274-07:00Kryptonians<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BUbckrnxtPXA8YL5c-yTsRUC7fpY7WA_Nd9oqWacqvt8powiF4DDWJXyS4nRIp8x44a-WHkLMLBlk9CHZC-Dcw0dJLU0gJI5PfwP6O5_vozBKQaaby7xeUj2aQh4YAIxbPv4CRctojdwb7icIHY778gjg0JZNqLDs-9-7XWs2RYBUAtkKt3piQ/s1782/jor_el_and_lara_van_by_duracellenergizer_ddv1miu.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1748" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BUbckrnxtPXA8YL5c-yTsRUC7fpY7WA_Nd9oqWacqvt8powiF4DDWJXyS4nRIp8x44a-WHkLMLBlk9CHZC-Dcw0dJLU0gJI5PfwP6O5_vozBKQaaby7xeUj2aQh4YAIxbPv4CRctojdwb7icIHY778gjg0JZNqLDs-9-7XWs2RYBUAtkKt3piQ/s320/jor_el_and_lara_van_by_duracellenergizer_ddv1miu.png" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to convergent evolution, Kryptonians were near-exact genetic duplicates of Terran humans. Owing to the greater age of their race, Kryptonians were further along the evolutionary path; they lacked the body hair and toenails of their Terran cousins, and their physiques were more robust, with a powerful immune system and healing factor enabling an average lifespan exceeding 200 years. They also possessed charcoal skin tones, an adaptation enabling them to withstand the ultraviolet radiation of their red dwarf sun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kryptonian society was completely egalitarian. With rare exception, sons were born into the houses of their fathers, daughters into the houses of their mothers. Though a sexual race, Kryptonians relied on artificial "birthing matrices" to reproduce; natural gestation/birth was considered an inefficient primitive practice and was almost unheard of by the time of their demise.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Genetically bound to their planet, the population of Krypton could not relocate en masse to Earth in the face of their world's destruction. Instead, they created 144,000 genetically modified embryoes, tailored to enhance their resemblance to Terrans and grant them abilities which would make them living gods on Earth. Of these 144,000 "new" Kryptonians, only a handful survived to make it to their new colony and grow to maturity. Among them was Kal-El, biological son of Jor-El, scientist, and Lara-Van, librarian.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-39962642792243323572022-05-03T03:07:00.004-07:002022-05-04T01:16:40.808-07:00Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>1980</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ0YYSs8zGAoytJ9mhce1hfdxFdX1CxmvOprTHh3qiSP9MTBcUrQK15J1gGQE4spKos6gjVktQHE49jVUR-E1kc8RZLXH1QG6jY9q2nomynPy5lJ6LovFnxkVNJ7AKrReqbPV4nOKIwg87TJTgU0FoTI8zA4trOKM9n1A1tJPXEDVznxasraPkA/s2951/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1980__by_duracellenergizer_deejcsy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2951" data-original-width="1221" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ0YYSs8zGAoytJ9mhce1hfdxFdX1CxmvOprTHh3qiSP9MTBcUrQK15J1gGQE4spKos6gjVktQHE49jVUR-E1kc8RZLXH1QG6jY9q2nomynPy5lJ6LovFnxkVNJ7AKrReqbPV4nOKIwg87TJTgU0FoTI8zA4trOKM9n1A1tJPXEDVznxasraPkA/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1980__by_duracellenergizer_deejcsy.png" width="132" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn following her mutation into the Sensational She-Hulk.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1982</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HD9606ITc1zyGY5EOJJAg09YqkHACt9mbcPmpMgiioHH43vGbd0bG-mCIZ8tYy9FTDIc3vaI69G3cM9Hg01e-eK1MjysFQtJsx6YRzZn_unjKonceHtogdmqVLvCi63QEt6W3kj5xZuUG6dfb0V4XCXd18p80V5Z-8B7P33jw4s7-rvTvnXFqA/s2926/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1982__by_duracellenergizer_deelm1c.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2926" data-original-width="1265" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HD9606ITc1zyGY5EOJJAg09YqkHACt9mbcPmpMgiioHH43vGbd0bG-mCIZ8tYy9FTDIc3vaI69G3cM9Hg01e-eK1MjysFQtJsx6YRzZn_unjKonceHtogdmqVLvCi63QEt6W3kj5xZuUG6dfb0V4XCXd18p80V5Z-8B7P33jw4s7-rvTvnXFqA/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1982__by_duracellenergizer_deelm1c.png" width="138" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn during her tenure on the Avengers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1984</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh120grOv8VowUXF_bdEuSzRpzGPpXdBpWnhXObfZ2T0hfCPNUBctbg-6sZnv7xCfVRcgzGKfHpbQExEAZAUD1X9nFeXT1v41I_htH4kfV9KKydqx7vIE7OLpwG7qbHyzJmx-blU971uZ0iC5YtpNg4ODRDQkAzzc0ICRUIQgKTH4BiiwcYoiglFQ/s2973/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1984__by_duracellenergizer_deep29b.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2973" data-original-width="1208" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh120grOv8VowUXF_bdEuSzRpzGPpXdBpWnhXObfZ2T0hfCPNUBctbg-6sZnv7xCfVRcgzGKfHpbQExEAZAUD1X9nFeXT1v41I_htH4kfV9KKydqx7vIE7OLpwG7qbHyzJmx-blU971uZ0iC5YtpNg4ODRDQkAzzc0ICRUIQgKTH4BiiwcYoiglFQ/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1984__by_duracellenergizer_deep29b.png" width="130" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn during her tenure on the Fantastic Four.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1987</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQuzthPM_Qq0O8Xh2MEVzNFeIjNgFy89EJxKIoSBvWO1XDYeCehA3pdBBERFtXJgB4cpHimOzXF1ZngUNPSaX7volVykoQ0bcVSh_3Mo27N78knoj4eIfMpeCXAWry7wyB5V9XkUwbiJvT8kpbu3rh-4Pv0nyRaiyignSUgsweEtO1OdENY9n8g/s3066/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1987__by_duracellenergizer_demxv91.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3066" data-original-width="1304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQuzthPM_Qq0O8Xh2MEVzNFeIjNgFy89EJxKIoSBvWO1XDYeCehA3pdBBERFtXJgB4cpHimOzXF1ZngUNPSaX7volVykoQ0bcVSh_3Mo27N78knoj4eIfMpeCXAWry7wyB5V9XkUwbiJvT8kpbu3rh-4Pv0nyRaiyignSUgsweEtO1OdENY9n8g/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1987__by_duracellenergizer_demxv91.png" width="136" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn following her tenure on the Fantastic Four.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1991</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlKAlGo5wh0jhgEEqbY7lQ3yfkcmLW6oE3eCQONliFRE_owa-F05RAdVt0KBqVJjpv3H6szXZ_cAmDxsI7IdzREzcm-Hr8UzCcgq4U7P3IwwF6LLlDyNFWRISnfeqIq8tt0MoTJRLzQ1eCzpF6S8GdE5bC09dp5FRQS1KAqJ0GRih2gFUuu2s7g/s3010/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1991__by_duracellenergizer_demzep5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3010" data-original-width="1234" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlKAlGo5wh0jhgEEqbY7lQ3yfkcmLW6oE3eCQONliFRE_owa-F05RAdVt0KBqVJjpv3H6szXZ_cAmDxsI7IdzREzcm-Hr8UzCcgq4U7P3IwwF6LLlDyNFWRISnfeqIq8tt0MoTJRLzQ1eCzpF6S8GdE5bC09dp5FRQS1KAqJ0GRih2gFUuu2s7g/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1991__by_duracellenergizer_demzep5.png" width="131" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1998</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ6FdjWH8duLPOC9hwoklGQYuXvpU0nF1Z2lrEY_jsAuWezr_VIK1uZRxzCdjRzlOJ4NI7x6VNWYiGP0Pk0bVEh8C1g9rI8LRJxMv7ETC2cITsJikkJkYeVnCuZcZPv1jq-qaNyk-gU7k3p7LenGQ1AcoWkCncuh178MzlMq6gidFBvy_0yuN8g/s2984/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1998__by_duracellenergizer_df0cuyp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2984" data-original-width="1311" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ6FdjWH8duLPOC9hwoklGQYuXvpU0nF1Z2lrEY_jsAuWezr_VIK1uZRxzCdjRzlOJ4NI7x6VNWYiGP0Pk0bVEh8C1g9rI8LRJxMv7ETC2cITsJikkJkYeVnCuZcZPv1jq-qaNyk-gU7k3p7LenGQ1AcoWkCncuh178MzlMq6gidFBvy_0yuN8g/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__1998__by_duracellenergizer_df0cuyp.png" width="141" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn during her tenure on the Heroes for Hire.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2003</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPdxwtkFuSo-Mc8KjwQ6S2B10lJgtp6K1ptQCbuMoloWtaWegkWk_N2gwVeDdvM1m1NE2oo4GR9nfROfUxpx809bnD5JeoQfhmyngzYR3xahj_pArMtW-cCNKGmuH_1r6-85UlxRhpgaJ8uDIyA0nCUTuzJtjnj20zvfUhhGyx4bMEFShY2jWEw/s2969/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__2003__by_duracellenergizer_df0ez6a.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2969" data-original-width="1397" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPdxwtkFuSo-Mc8KjwQ6S2B10lJgtp6K1ptQCbuMoloWtaWegkWk_N2gwVeDdvM1m1NE2oo4GR9nfROfUxpx809bnD5JeoQfhmyngzYR3xahj_pArMtW-cCNKGmuH_1r6-85UlxRhpgaJ8uDIyA0nCUTuzJtjnj20zvfUhhGyx4bMEFShY2jWEw/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__2003__by_duracellenergizer_df0ez6a.png" width="151" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2007</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wDNxegOHRFF2arXlY2wWsssEyrSRWm6S3BTYmsEXIgCfJHacuQmj3XGQa5JV0UxPm_9cPY3LsYK_9Qg5paTdP47SyE2N3Ahi24x-UDDYT5EsEuUT-NvYZwYPIJKuqYhMxowb6bowSF4fR8T0ba8QBRg_xmh5TYVu5j-RWrtSM69_KkN7hPCVqw/s2921/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__2007__by_duracellenergizer_df4qnbw.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2921" data-original-width="1199" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wDNxegOHRFF2arXlY2wWsssEyrSRWm6S3BTYmsEXIgCfJHacuQmj3XGQa5JV0UxPm_9cPY3LsYK_9Qg5paTdP47SyE2N3Ahi24x-UDDYT5EsEuUT-NvYZwYPIJKuqYhMxowb6bowSF4fR8T0ba8QBRg_xmh5TYVu5j-RWrtSM69_KkN7hPCVqw/s320/she_hulk_jennifer_walters__2007__by_duracellenergizer_df4qnbw.png" width="131" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jenn during her brief tenure on SHIELD, shortly before she was permanently depowered by Tony Stark.</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-56714556300651502692022-03-29T04:58:00.014-07:002023-12-16T01:27:04.951-08:00Star Wars Reconstructed Timeline<div style="text-align: justify;">25,783 BBY</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Jedi Order is established.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">18,053 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Galactic Republic is established.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">7000-6900 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Hundred-Year Darkness occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">5000-4990 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Great Hyperspace War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">4990-4989 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Sith Holocaust occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>3997-3992 BBY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>The Krath Holy Crusade occurs.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3992-3990 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Great Sith War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3900 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Alderaan is colonized by the Naboo, Human settlers from Grizmallt.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1076-1060 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Mandalorian Wars occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1059-1056 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Jedi-Sith War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1058 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Dessel Bane is born to Hurst Bane and his wife on Apatros.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1056-1050 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Sith Civil War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1050-1042 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>A task force led by the Jedi master Skere Kaan is dispatched to vanquish the remnants of the New Sith Empire. In the process, Kaan and his Jedi fall to the dark side, creating the Brotherhood of Darkness.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1042-1032 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Light and Darkness War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1035 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Dessel Bane joins the Brotherhood of Darkness.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1032-1000 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Seeking to preserve the Sith legacy following the Battle of Ruusan, Dessel Bane searches the galaxy for Sith artifacts and lore. His hunt takes him to Prakith, final resting place of the unorthodox Sith Lord Andeddu, where he acquires the Holocron of Heresies. Consulting the holocron, influenced by Andeddu's philosophy, Bane creates the Rule of Two, limiting the Sith to two members at a time, one master and one apprentice, to spare his order from the infighting which destroyed the New Sith.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1010 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Zannah is born on Somov Rit.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1000 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Ruusan Reformation occurs.</li><li>Zannah begins her Sith training under Dessel Bane.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">990 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Zannah becomes disillusioned with the Rule of Two, finding it too restrictive. Now at odds with Dessel Bane, she leaves him, fleeing to Serreno.</li><li>Hetton, an aged Serrenian nobleman and Sith aficionado, begins his Sith training under Zannah.</li><li>The Iktotchi bounty hunter, the Huntress, begins her Sith training under Bane.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>990-980 BBY</div><div><br /></div><ul><li>Believing himself too old and weakened from the ravages of the dark side to complete the Huntress' training in the time he has left, Bane dissects the Holocron of Heresies for methods to stave off death. From it he extracts the knowledge of transferring his essence into another being.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">980 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Dessel Bane and the Huntress confront Zannah and Hetton. In the ensuing fight, Hetton is slain and Bane's body disintegrates as he attempts transferring his essence into Zannah's body. The transfer initially appears a failure, with Zannah retaining full awareness and control of her body. In the months to come, his personality gradually emerges, displacing hers.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">980-850 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><ul><li>The Huntress becomes Dessel Bane's host.</li><li>Grown disdainful of Sith tradition, motivated by pure egoism, Bane deems himself to have surpassed the Sith and abandons the Rule of Two for the Rule of One, committing apostacy.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">896 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Yoda is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>700 BBY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Gardulla Besadii the Elder is born on Nal Hutta.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">600 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jabba Desilijic Tiure is born to Zorba Desilijic Tiure on Nal Hutta.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">200 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Chewbacca is born to Attichitcuk and his mate on Kashyyyk.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">189 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Hego Damask is born to Caar Damask and one of his wives on Mygeeto.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">150-121 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Gungan-Naboo War occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">140 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Sheev Palpatine is born to Cosinga Palpatine and his wife.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">131 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jorus C'baoth is born on Bortas.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">123 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Sheev Palpatine begins his dark side training under Bane/Damask.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">109 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>C-3PO is activated on Affa.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">109-107 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jorus C'baoth attends the Jedi training centre on Kamparas.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">105 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jorus C'baoth completes his Jedi training.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">93 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jorus C'baoth assumes the title of Jedi master.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">92 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Qui-Gon Jinn is born on Serreno.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>91 BBY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Aika Lars is born.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">90 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Sheev Palpatine becomes Dessel Bane's host.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">87 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Cliegg Whitesun is born to Lef and Gredda Whitesun on Ator.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">85 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Aika Lars and her parents are captured by pirates and sold into slavery.</li><li>Jorus C'baoth conceives the Outbound Flight Project, a massive expedition of 50,000 colonists into the Unknown Regions and eventually beyond the Galactic Rim to the Rishi Maze.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">83 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Outbound Flight departs Yaga Minor.</li></ul></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">82 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Acquiring cloning technology from Spaarti Creations, Bane/Palpatine discontinues the difficult and risky procedure of transferring his essence into hapless protégés, choosing now to use mindless clone bodies as hosts for his spirit.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">79 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Qui-Gon Jinn begins training under Yoda.</li></ul></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">77 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Shmi Warka is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">64 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Asajj Ventress is born on Rattatak.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">61 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Axis of Spaarti, commanding an army of clone soldiers, secedes from the Republic.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">60 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Ben Lars (Obi-Wan Kenobi) is born to Aika Lars on C-Faroon.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">58 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Siri Tachi is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">57 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Gardulla transfers ownership of Aika and Ben Lars to Cliegg Whitesun.</li><li>Owen Lars is born to Aika Lars and Cliegg Whitesun on Taris.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">55 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Anakin and Beru Skywalker are born on Tatooine.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">54 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Bail Prestor Organa is born on Alderaan.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">53 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><ul><li>Nellith Arkady is born to Tan and Zara Arkady on Townowi.</li><li>Ahsoka Tano is born to Nak-Il and Pav-Ti Tano on Shili.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">52 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Gial Ackbar is born on Dac.</li><li>Anakin and Beru Skywalker are orphaned.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">51 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Yoda frees the Larses from slavery, relocating Aika and Owen Lars to Tatooine while Ben Lars accompanies him to Coruscant to begin his Jedi training.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">50 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Ahsoka Tano begins her Jedi training under Plo Koon.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">48 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Mon Mothma is born on Chandrila.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">47 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Darth Vader is born to Chlorian Vader and Shmi Warka on Jakku.</li><li>Asajj Ventress begins her Jedi training under Ky Narec.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">47-37 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Ky Narec is slain in battle. Consumed by rage and loss, Asajj Ventress leaves Rattatak. She eventually meets Qui-Gon Jinn, who becomes her new master.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">45 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Mandalorian Death Watch stages a coup on Mandalore, overthrowing the pacifist New Mandalorian government.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">43 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Yoda is expelled from the Jedi Order.</li><li>Qui-Gon Jinn replaces Yoda as Ben Lars' Jedi master.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">40 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Several hundred systems sign the Treaty of Concordance with the Axis of Spaarti.</li><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode I</i> occur.</li></ul></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">37 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode II </i>occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">35 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode III</i> occur.</li><li>Anakin Skywalker and Nellith Arkady are married.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>32 BBY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode IV</i> occur.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">29 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Han Solo is born on Corellia.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">24-22 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Rise of the New Order occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">22-1 BBY</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Great Jedi Purge occurs.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">19 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode V – The Rise of Darth Vader</i> occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">18 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Leia and Luke Skywalker are born to Nellith Skywalker.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">17 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Mara Jade is born.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">16 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Nellith Skywalker dies on Alderaan.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Ahsoka Tano is slain in a duel with Darth Vader on Malachor.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Galactic Civil War begins.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">0 BBY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode VI – A New Hope</i> occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode VII – The Empire Strikes Back</i> occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">4 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode VIII – Return of the Jedi</i> occur.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">9 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Jacen and Jaina Solo are born to Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo on Coruscant.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">11 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Anakin Solo is born to Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo on Coruscant.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">19 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The Galactic Civil War ends.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">25-29 ABY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode IX</i> occur.</li><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode X</i> occur.</li><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode XI</i> occur.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>27 ABY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Ben Skywalker is born to Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade Skywalker.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>35 ABY</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>The events of <i>Star Wars: Episode XII</i> occur.</li></ul></div></div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-34368446179887909682021-12-20T04:44:00.001-08:002021-12-20T04:45:42.567-08:00Stargate Reimagined: Part II (A Fragment)<div style="text-align: justify;">Over a year ago, I posted <a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2020/07/stargate-reimagined-part-ii-rough.html" target="_blank">the rough draft of my <i>Stargate II</i> script</a>. At this time, I'm close to finishing Act I of the first draft. Almost nothing from the rough draft carried over to this version, which'll be a loose adaptation of Bill McCay's <i>Stargate: Rebellion</i>, including a few elements from his other novels <i>Retaliation</i> and <i>Retribution</i>, once it's complete.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE IN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On catacomb walls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upon the walls, bathed in torchlight, are painted murals. Though similar in style to those created by the ancient Egyptians, these are cruder and less colourful. The scenes they depict are of Atum's underlords expanding the Imperium beyond Earth and Abdju, establishing colonies on multiple worlds, each with their own stargates.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TITLE: STARGATE II</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE TO</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A funeral.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CEMETERY — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a rainy day. A wooden casket rests upon the ground above where it's to be buried, surrounded by bouquets of flowers. Thirty-odd mourners are present, shielding themselves beneath black umbrellas. Among them is MASTER SERGEANT ADAM KAWALSKY. In his blue dress uniform, he stands out from the rest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Standing at the head of the casket, across from the mourners, a Lutheran pastor delivers a eulogy.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PASTOR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(cont'd) Karin Langford was more than just kind and generous. She had a gift … of an endless, open minded, childlike curiosity. She saw the world not for what it was, but for what it could be. And she saw potential in people that others failed to recognize. Like her father before her, her contributions to Egyptology have changed the world more than most people know….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time passes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mourners are dispersing, leaving Kawalsky standing near the casket. A 25-YEAR-OLD WOMAN with long, wavy red hair and blue eyes approaches the sergeant from behind.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SABRINA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uh, Sergeant Kawalsky?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kawalsky turns to face her.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SABRINA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hi. I'm Sabrina Gosling. Karin's grandniece?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, hi.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kawalsky shakes Sabrina's hand, returning her smile.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SABRINA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for coming.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sorry Daniel couldn't be here. He really wishes he could've made it. He had nothing but the utmost respect for Ms. Langford.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SABRINA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's tied up in a government project. I understand. Thank you for coming on his behalf. I know she would've really appreciated it.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sabrina opens her purse. Reaching in, she brings out a familiar trinket: Karin's Eye of Atum pendant.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SABRINA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She wanted Dr. Jackson to have this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sabrina hands the pendant to Kawalsky. He accepts it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN — SUNSET</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guards patrol the entrance to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 15/DANIEL'S QUARTERS</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Inside the medium-sized quarters we find DANIEL JACKSON. Clad in a tank top and boxers, he performs a set of push-ups while opera music plays from the stereo atop his table. Through the one-month growth of hair on his head, a number of small, fresh biopsy scars mark his cranium.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hearing the lock on his door disengage, Daniel sits up. The door opens, admitting Kawalsky. The sergeant is garbed in a hazmat suit.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Adam. How went the funeral?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">About as well as those things can go.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Approaching Daniel, the sergeant brings out the pendant.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had this for you.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel takes the pendant, staring at it.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was her family. She should've kept this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Karin thought of you like a son.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel sets the pendant aside.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How's Sha'ure?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">KAWALSKY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good. Her English's coming along nicely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(tapping head) If she had my little pals, she'd have a better grasp of the language than either of us, instantly. (beat) Of course, if she did, she'd be locked in this cell here with me.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel begins a set of sit-ups.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/EMBARKATION ROOM</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The embarkation room's been heavily fortified since the survivors of the Abdju Mission returned. Three Browning .50 calibre machine guns have been set up facing the stargate. Along the ramp have been planted claymore mines. A metal plug's been inserted through the stargate itself, obstructing the crystal torus. Canisters of nerve gas have even been installed in case the other deterrents fail.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Near the left exit, THREE AIRMEN are seated around a card table playing poker.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AIRMAN #1</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, man, this hand's as lousy as this detail. (beat) Alright, everybody, ante up. (dealing cards) Seven to the deuce, nothin' there. Boss and the eight, nothin' happenin'. And the jack gets a box.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">FEMALE AIRMAN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(antsy) Aren't you guys afraid of somethin' coming through?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AIRMAN #2</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been idle since the plug was put in. Trust me, nobody's coming through.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AIRMAN #1</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(scoffing) All this fortification, and all it did was cost money. They've been shippin' personnel outta here for months.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. PENTAGON — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An aerial view of the Pentagon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. PENTAGON/GEN. WEST'S OFFICE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">GENERAL W. O. WEST is at his desk going over paperwork. A knock is heard at the door.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Come.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CAPTAIN SAMANTHA CARTER enters. Closing the door, she approaches the general's desk, bringing her hand up in salute. Though blonde, blue-eyed, and very beautiful, Carter is no stereotypical Hollywood ditz. Everything about the captain's manner — her disciplined stance, her keen, attentive gaze — indicates she is quite the intelligent, resourceful woman.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(saluting) Capt. Carter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(saluting) Sir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not much for small talk, are you, Captain? (beat) I'm rejecting your request to release Daniel Jackson from quarantine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sir, Project Giza can't continue without his assistance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He can assist you quite well from where he is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I may need him in the field.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lest you forget, Jackson's carrying technology from a hostile and very formidable enemy inside his body.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lingual nanites, sir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you 100% positive that's all they are?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Research on the nanites is preliminary. However —</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Jackson will remain in quarantine until our people are assured he poses no risk to the general population.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With all due respect, General —</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GEN. WEST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dismissed, Captain.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter stiffens. Nodding her obeisance, she leaves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 15/DANIEL'S QUARTERS</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel and SHA'URE cling to one another in his bed, their breath coming in tight gasps as their bodies writh in passion. Sha'ure's pale skin seems to glow in the darkness, her flesh soft but sturdy … and very, very active. There's a frantic quality to their coupling, as if they fear interruption at any moment. No time for encouragement, endearments, or words at all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blood pounds as they race towards climax. Then the moment comes. Sha'ure gives a great, wounded cry —</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel awakes with a convulsive shudder, sitting bolt upright on his cot. He glances down at the crotch of his underwear; he's disgraced himself.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fuck….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There's another couple knocks at the door. Daniel repositions himself, taking care to hide the wet spot on his boxers.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(O.S.) Dr. Jackson?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(irate) I'm up.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter enters, clad in a hazmat suit like the one Kawalsky wore earlier.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We met before?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She steps forward, offering her hand.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(grinning) We haven't, no. I'm Capt. Samantha Carter, director of Project Giza.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(shaking her hand) Karin Langford was director.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I succeeded her after the project was fully militarized.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't imagine the last four months have given you much to show for it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's why I've come to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please sit down, Capt. Carter.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The captain takes Daniel's chair, turning it to face him before taking a seat. She sits there, eyes twinkling like those of a star-struck teen. Daniel shifts uncomfortably under her gaze.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sorry. It's just … you're the rarest of all seekers after truth — the crackpot who's proven correct. I predict your name will feature heavily in scientific literature of the future. You'll be another Galileo or Semmelweis, reviled by the so-called experts of their day, but shown to be right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope I'm still alive and sane to enjoy the fame. (beat) Thanks for your good wishes, Captain. But if we could move along…?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the Abdju Mission, my team was asked to research alternative applications for the gate. We didn't get anywhere before word came from the Pentagon to shutter the gate competely. But it came to me: If the ancient astronauts theory is, at least in some points, correct, if they were here for two thousand years, they must've left behind more than just the stargate. I made my proposal to West; I've been granted approval to begin the search.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's where I come in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You're a brilliant archaeologist. You're fluent in twenty-three languages — twelve of which no one else alive on Earth understands. You're an invaluable asset.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also probably killed a planet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Jackson — Daniel — what if I get you out of quarantine? Reunite you with Sha'ure?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(skeptical) West'll never let me out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(grinning) West isn't highest on the totem pole; I have my connections. Just give the word, and you'll be out of this room yesterday.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 18/CORRIDOR</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Capt. Carter leads Daniel along the corridor. He's exchanged his tank top/boxers combo for an olive green jumpsuit.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can go pretty much wherever you want. The gym, locker room, and mess halls are all open to you. But Level 28 is completely off-limits, and you can't leave the base without written permission and a military escort. I'm sorry; I couldn't bypass the general on that one.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter brings Daniel to a door. Taking out her keycard, she swipes it through the lock, disengaging it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 18/DANIEL'S LAB</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Opening the door, Carter holds it open for Daniel. He steps inside his new laboratory. It's equipped with a desk, several packed bookshelves, and a state-of-the-art computer setup complete with 3D printer. Daniel's mouth falls agape.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's alright?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just feeling a bit agoraphobic.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel steps deeper into the lab, thumbing through the books on the shelves, examining the 3D printer.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SHA'URE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(O.S.) Daniel.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel spins 'round. Kawalsky's arrived with Sha'ure. Like a deer caught in headlights, Daniel freezes, just staring at his lover. Four months have elapsed since she arrived on Earth; aside from the blue jumpsuit she now wears, she hasn't changed in the interim.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sha'ure….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Embracing, they hold each other close, tears forming in their eyes. After several moments, they finally work up the courage to let go. Eyes of richest brown meeting eyes of intense blue, they come together again, kissing deeply, passionately.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kawalsky smiles warmly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 15/SHA'URE'S QUARTERS</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lights've been turned low. Daniel and Sha'ure lie together naked atop her sheets, spooning. Sha'ure kisses his hand. He, in turn, kisses her shoulder.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SHA'URE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the days before, my people had only rumours — vague traditions of other worlds beyond the stargate. When you arrived, you made those traditions real.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you afraid Imperium troops will come through the stargate? That's what Carter and the soldiers are guarding against.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SHA'URE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have brothers out there, Daniel. They're still slaves to the vultures who served Atum. But I hope to change that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Change? How?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SHA'URE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You're the one who knows the stargate best. I know you could find the keys to other worlds. Then we could take the struggle to those living enslaved, and bring them freedom!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(sighing) Sha'ure, you were there when we found the cartouche holding the glyphs for Earth. From our troubles then you must know how hard it is to find the routes between stargates.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SHA'URE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But, Daniel, your wisdom —</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(interrupting) I'm merely a scholar; I'm not Atum. And I'll tell you honestly, even if West unsealed the ring, I could spend all the rest of my life trying to find stargate addresses for somewhere — <u>anywhere</u> — and not find the key to another world. (beat) Besides, it may be in everyone's best interest if we keep to our corner of the universe. We don't need another Abdju.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bitter disappointment shows on Sha'ure's face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/CARTER'S OFFICE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter is at her desk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SUPERIMPOSE: "TWO WEEKS LATER"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There comes a knock at the door.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Come in.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel enters, a file folder in his hand.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You've found something.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Imperium uses a cursive script unrelated to Egyptian hieroglyphs. I didn't recognize any similiarites to scripts I was familiar with, but my speciality's the Afro-Asiatic languages. I sent samples of the script to universities and institutes around the world to learn whether or not it matched any non-Erythraean writing systems.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel places the folder on the desk. Opening it, Carter begins looking through the print-outs. There're photos of a shattered stele, descriptions, and a sketched map.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(cont'd) There was one find, a stele, which carried some of the script. According to this, the find was made by a German expedition that went to the eastern delta of the Nile back in the '60s. The location seemed to be the ruins of a temple, but they were unable to place the dynasty. And, after discovering the dubious signs in the inscription, there was some suspicion of fraud.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What does it say?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The hieroglyphic portion contains an invocation to Sutekh.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter raises an eyebrow.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Otherwise known as Setesh, Set, Seteh, Seth. As Egyptian culture went through the millennia, Sutekh went from a brave warrior deity defending the sun god Ra to the personification of evil, fighting Ra.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter looks at a photo of the stele afforing a clear shot of a representation of Sutekh. The god has erect, flat-topped ears and a long, curved muzzle.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What kind of head is that?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nobody's been able to identify it from the pictures. Some scholars have identified it a gazelle's head. Others think it's the pig — unclean flesh, and all that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's a pretty wide range there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Still others think Sutekh was represented by an animal that's either mythical or now extinct. Most likely the former rather than the latter, since paleontologists haven't discovered any fossils to point to a species like this ever existing. That's why a lot of people in the field just call it the Typhonic beast. (beat) Anyway, the rest of the hieroglyphs make a reference to the god's centre of power to the east, where his strength was measured. The portion in Imperial script seems to be about "godpowers".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Godpowers?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Power ratings and constants.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You mean derived units? For technology? Weapon yields?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DANIEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(shrugging) I wish those Germans had recovered the whole stele. (beat) The delta was one of the strongest areas of Sutekh-worship. And, because it's low-lying, often flooded, and still the seat of Egypt's agricultural production, proportionally less has been found there in terms of archaeological sites.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The captain's interest's definitely been aroused.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CARTER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll have to re-excavate where they dug.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-16501902209747134642021-11-15T19:39:00.016-08:002021-11-15T21:49:08.495-08:00The Legend of Zelda: Season One (Treatment)<div style="text-align: justify;">I've only ever played <i>Ocarina of Time</i>, <i>Majora's Mask</i>, and a tiny bit of <i>A Link to the Past</i>, but I've always liked the world of <i>The Legend of Zelda</i>, so recently I've started delving more into the lore of the series, reading the mangas and watching walkthroughs on YouTube to beef up my knowledge. That inevitably got me to thinking how I'd go about adapting the games, either into a movie or a series. I decided TLOZ would work best in the form of a series. Then I started thinking about narrative and characterization. To me, OOT is quintessential TLOZ, but I wouldn't want to make this series a mere adaptation of that one game. I decided I'd use OOT as the basic template, keeping to the main beats, but including elements from other games/my own imagination as desired.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The following is a treatment for the first season, with character bios, lore, and the general plot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>TRIFORCE</b></div><div><br /></div><div>According to the Hylian creation myth, the Triforce was created by the Triune Goddess after the foundation of the world, though its true antiquity and origins are ultimately unknown. The Triforce consists of three tetrahedrons of golden crystal: the Triforce of Power, the Triforce of Wisdom, and the Triforce of Courage. Each Triforce capable of bestowing immense power in its own right, the combined Triforce can make its bearer a living god, though only someone balanced in power, wisdom, and courage can weild all three directly; the Triforce separates when apprehended by an unbalanced soul, two of the three Triforces dispersing to find hosts which embody their qualities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coveted by the ruthless and ambitious, the Triforce was the cause of many terrible wars and dynasties. To prevent further misuse, the Seven Sages sealed the Triforce away in the Dark World many centuries ago. The only entrance to the Dark World is in the Temple of Time, located deep in the Lost Woods. The gate is kept sealed by the Master Sword, which can only be drawn from its pedestal by a hero with a pure heart.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>HYRULEAN CIVIL WAR</b></div><div><br /></div><div>The Hyrulean Civil War was a series of armed conflicts fought between the kingdoms of the Hyrulean subcontinent. Instigated by the Hylian king Rhoam and perpetuated by his son, Harkinian, it lasted several decades, ending with the unification of the realm under the Hylian banner. The Gorons, Rito, and Zora became vassals of the Hylians, while the Bokogoblins, Gerudo, Lizalfos, Molblins, etc. were hunted to near-extinction and dispossessed of their lands.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>GANON</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdld_Kh3CdKjq7gtlokq2TeU1J_dt08BEKJ7PSzCO9_PXLgL6xe7NS5N4jIVPRdNzXcc3MVuP1RMLqXf9-GGhL2sP4lZZT8d9lS52D1I2jDfvpCMr3XVGFeeRy4ugpgMjUofjOOhdZ6Q/s2002/TP_Ganondorf_Render.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2002" data-original-width="1294" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdld_Kh3CdKjq7gtlokq2TeU1J_dt08BEKJ7PSzCO9_PXLgL6xe7NS5N4jIVPRdNzXcc3MVuP1RMLqXf9-GGhL2sP4lZZT8d9lS52D1I2jDfvpCMr3XVGFeeRy4ugpgMjUofjOOhdZ6Q/s320/TP_Ganondorf_Render.png" width="207" /></a></div><br /><div>Ganon was born fifty-nine years before the end of the Hyrulean Civil War. His people, the Gerudo, had made their home on the Great Plateau, a lush and fertile land which had been coveted by the Hylians for ages long before the war. After the Gerudo were brought to heel, King Rhoam decreed that all Gerudo males and pregnant women be put to the sword, the surviving females exiled to the inhospitable desert to the west. Ganon's mother died with him still in her womb, but by a stroke of fate, he survived to be found by the twin sorceresses, Kotake and Koume. Raising him in secret away from even their fellow Gerudo, the sisters instructed him in their art, grooming him to become the Gerudo messiah.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the appropriate age, Ganon took his place as leader of the Gerudo. Under his stewardship, the withering group of nomads settled in an uninhabited valley, where they were reforged into a tight-knit tribe of woman-warriors, taking what they needed in raids on the outlying settlements of the Hyrulean Empire. All the while Ganon remained in the shadows, content to let his favourite wife serve as figurehead until the time was ripe to reveal his existence to their enemies.</div><div><br /></div><div>After Rhoam's death, long into the war, Ganon made his move. Making himself known to the Hylians, he travelled to Hyrule Castle. Kneeling before King Harkinian, he beseeched him for vassalage, offering his very life in exchange for peace between their peoples. His charisma won Harkinian over, earning the Gerudo his blessing. Following the Hyrulean Civil War, Ganon maintained the facade of a loyal vassal, but began brokering alliances with the marginalized peoples of Hyrule in secret, sowing the seeds of the Imprisoning War.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LINK</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dLLSdFK6t2LyQ_044btgpuoddpc69jg13ExFY4pIBVDw5KD89mCDB_lLMkOGueEojn1UzNtAygfrwfWnZ0Q1TG6dyvCe6sMjPHvSDsF8cHacnEeQ1FD7DvJBjNrIrDdA_7110_csBg/s768/Link_Ordonian_Outfit.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="295" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dLLSdFK6t2LyQ_044btgpuoddpc69jg13ExFY4pIBVDw5KD89mCDB_lLMkOGueEojn1UzNtAygfrwfWnZ0Q1TG6dyvCe6sMjPHvSDsF8cHacnEeQ1FD7DvJBjNrIrDdA_7110_csBg/s320/Link_Ordonian_Outfit.png" width="123" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA87xU8jhLdC49uoOt7NdN6mJHjRM1OZ4HFi_u-gtPU4a7cW_suToGGsMOj1WCEUIaeqkE6OzEjb1mMiZBq34GLbJ9m2WpIgj9Czt3zRgzSJFdQVkqZrUo3D8MbYm0Dg_uH78KxaIUBw/s1440/dbcwuo3-1a727ea3-9363-46ed-8975-e7a312954a16.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="583" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA87xU8jhLdC49uoOt7NdN6mJHjRM1OZ4HFi_u-gtPU4a7cW_suToGGsMOj1WCEUIaeqkE6OzEjb1mMiZBq34GLbJ9m2WpIgj9Czt3zRgzSJFdQVkqZrUo3D8MbYm0Dg_uH78KxaIUBw/s320/dbcwuo3-1a727ea3-9363-46ed-8975-e7a312954a16.png" width="130" /></a></div><br /><div>The Hylian boy Link was born towards the end of the Hyrulean Civil War. Orphaned when he was three years old, he was found in Faron Woods by the Deku, who sheltered him, raising him collectively. Essentially a feral child with only the mute Deku and telepathic/empathic Faeries of the forest for companions, Link lost whatever speech he had acquired from his parents, becoming mute. At the age of nine, Link was found by Talon, a rancher from Ordon Village. Befriending the boy, Talon took Link back with him to Lon Lon Ranch to raise alongside his two-year-old daughter, Malon.</div><div><br /></div><div>When Link was sixteen, the Imprisoning War broke out. Drafted into the Hyrulean Forces, Link was shipped out to Central Hyrule, where he began his training at the castle as a soldier.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ZELDA</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbkWgC9rsdD6eyDbFM8VTnTm4FNTa3enL5oOZMZ9PiuZAE5R9R1xGjwSKAXF4u9dibyBKAozXyy2YI16BDtxU6sbkcLFBwSoTZB2F_mIuyZClol7cYrmlDfHer67GkeP78_k5ozqrEg/s2048/Link_To_The_Past_Remake_-_Princess_Zelda.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbkWgC9rsdD6eyDbFM8VTnTm4FNTa3enL5oOZMZ9PiuZAE5R9R1xGjwSKAXF4u9dibyBKAozXyy2YI16BDtxU6sbkcLFBwSoTZB2F_mIuyZClol7cYrmlDfHer67GkeP78_k5ozqrEg/s320/Link_To_The_Past_Remake_-_Princess_Zelda.png" width="188" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaVcQYkfP_AoYZgccUTKX9b7GpY_ZhwDVDD1c1dsZdP0OS2dupT60UMsAe8cvpUkRlG9ozHoh69eaPlW4JMSiChwt6VIu2I8GFjsyM4isINvsvwC9L9hgpRh3OOuzQxxAAvIXj0ClMg/s685/ALttP_Princess_Zelda_Artwork.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="273" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaVcQYkfP_AoYZgccUTKX9b7GpY_ZhwDVDD1c1dsZdP0OS2dupT60UMsAe8cvpUkRlG9ozHoh69eaPlW4JMSiChwt6VIu2I8GFjsyM4isINvsvwC9L9hgpRh3OOuzQxxAAvIXj0ClMg/s320/ALttP_Princess_Zelda_Artwork.png" width="128" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>Princess Zelda grew up isolated on the grounds of Hyrule Castle. Raised largely by her caretaker, Impa, Zelda was totally unlike her indolent and indifferent parents. A precocious child, with an interest in the world beyond the castle walls, at the age of thirteen she began sneaking out of the castle, mixing with the common people under the alias "Tetra".</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>IMPRISONING WAR</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Ganon learned of the Triforce from his surrogate mothers at a young age. He knew the talisman would grant him the power to liberate the subjugated races of Hyrule and establish a just new order. To gain access to the Temple of Time, he needed to first procure the Golden Keys to the sealed chamber housing the Master Sword. The Ruby Key was with the Gorons, the Sapphire Key with the Zora, and the Emerald Key with the Royal Family of Hyrule. </div><div><br /></div><div>After befriending Darunia, the Goron king, Ganon was gifted the Ruby Key. Darunia dispatched his warriors to the Zora domain to attain the Sapphire Key. Harkinian sent two-thirds of his forces to assist the Zora, leaving a third behind to protect Central Hyrule. This was the opportunity Ganon had been biding his time for. With Harkinian's blessing, Ganon brought his forces to Hyrule Castle, ostensibly to reinforce the Hylian troops in the event of invasion. The Hylians were betrayed. The Gerudo staged a coup, smashing the Hylian defense and killing the king and queen. Impa, Zelda, a few knights, and a handful of trainees, including Link, escaped.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the fall of the Zora, Ganon finally had all three Golden Keys in his possession. Now only the Lost Woods stood between him and the Triforce. The refugees from Hyrule Castle split into two camps; Impa would go alone with Zelda to a place of safety, leaving Link and the rest to stop Ganon at the Temple of Time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither Link nor his comrades were able to prevent Ganon from penetrating the Temple of Time. With greater skills and experience, Ganon beat the boy to within an inch of his life. In a last-ditch effort to stop the Gerudo, Link grasped the hilt of the Master Sword and pulled it free, unsealing the portal to the Dark World. They were transported to the Temple of Light, finding themselves on a stone platform raised over a yawning abyss, the Triforce waiting on another platform across from them. Link came at Ganon with the Master Sword, but the Gerudo easily swatted him aside, casting the boy to the void below. Ganon then went to claim the Triforce.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-11979513085018749102021-10-10T00:53:00.000-07:002021-10-10T00:53:39.247-07:00The First Jedi: A Star Wars Story (A Fragment)<div style="text-align: justify;">TFJ was another attempt at writing a nonlinear 9-in-1 retelling of the Skywalker Saga that ended up going nowhere.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. SPACE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TITLE CARD: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THE FIRST JEDI</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A STAR WARS STORY</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PAN DOWN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To Ahch-To, a predominately aquatic world.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A saucer-shaped vessel emerges from hyperspace. This is the <u>Millennium Falcon</u>, a modified YT-1300 light freighter which has seen 88 years of active service and wears her age as a badge of honour.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. AHCH-TO — OCEAN — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breaking through the clouds, the <u>Millennium Falcon</u> emerges over a pristine and mighty ocean. Dotting the endless blue are islands of black rock.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. <u>MILLENNIUM FALCON</u>/COCKPIT — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Inside we meet KIRA and her co-pilot, CHEWBACCA THE WOOKIEE. At nineteen years old, Kira is a beautiful young brunette, her eyes large and brown, radiant with youthful innocence. Chewbacca, 228 years old, 2.3 metres tall, covered head-to-foot in brown fur, glances at his Human companion, thoughtful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. OCEAN — ISLAND — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The <u>Falcon</u> banks toward one of the more mountainous islands.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. ISLAND — <u>MILLENNIUM FALCON</u> — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Slinging a pack across her back, Kira turns to her companion, 23-year-old FINN. The two couldn't be more different. Skin as dusky as her's is fair, physique as stocky as her's is lean, an aura of world-weariness about him, there remains a kindness in his dark eyes. Hanging from his belt is a chrome bar, 606 mm in length, with ivory inlay and a round guard at one end. It greatly resembles a katana hilt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As they begin their hike up the considerable hill, they glance back at the <u>Falcon</u>. Watching them from the bottom of the ramp are Chewie and ARTOO-DETOO. A Cyborg, Artoo's brain is encased within a spherical blue-&-white body, his "head" a separate hemisphere containing computer lights and a radar eye. Kira takes a deep breath, then she and Finn continue their journey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. ISLAND — STONE STAIRS — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set within the rock and foliage of this idyllic landscape are seemingly endless ancient stone steps. Finn and Kira continue climbing them, determined despite their fatigue.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. OCEAN — ISLAND — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another vessel closes in on the island. Smaller than the Falcon, it consists of a semi-rectangular cockit, with angular wings sporting heat radiator panels and weapons batteries. A TIE silencer of the First Order.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. ISLAND — STONE STRUCTURES — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira and Finn arrive at a clearing. Surrounding them are severals small, modest, primitive stone structures, but there are no signs of present habitation. The pair continue past the dwellings, watchful, but spy no one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A deep thrum sounds out behind them. They spin around. Standing there is DARTH CAEDUS. The most recent inductee into the Knights of Sith, Caedus wears the black bodyglove and red-trimmed black tabard of their Seventh Knight. With his longish black hair, big nose, and small chin, he's a rather unremarkable-looking fellow — or would be, were it not for the long scar running down the right side of his face. In his right gauntlet is a black steel hilt reminiscent of a longsword's; from it pulsates a red-white energy blade a metre long and 0.1 mm thick.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira moves forward with her blaster pistol, opening fire. With preternatural agility, the Sith Knight dodges and deflects the plasma bolts with his sword. One bolt is sent back to sender, sprawling Kira upon the ground.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">FINN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Kira!</u> Oh no. Kira! Kira….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finn drops down beside her, afraid, concerned. Caedus cuts a figure eight through the air with his fiery blade.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARTH CAEDUS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Traitor!</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finn turns back to Caedus. He unclips the chrome hilt from his belt, raising it. With a sharp snap-hiss, a particle beam shoots out, forming a crimson blade identical to Caedus'. Releasing a battle cry, Finn charges, lunging at Caedus. Caedus deflects his opponent's blade, counter-attacking with his own sweeping cut.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira recovers. Getting her bearings, her eyes focus on the two men fighting. Both combatants attack with a primal savagery. Finn blocks, turning defensive moves into offensive ones, and gets a hit in, slashing through Darth Caedus' upper arm. Caedus moves back — wounded, blood freely flowing from the deep slash, but more enraged than weakened — then strikes again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Weapons clash, blades lock, the two men lit by the red lightsabers, and Darth Caedus pushes Finn back. Attacking with pure ferocity, the Sith unleashes a merciless series of blows, pushing Finn further and further back. Interlocking their blades, Caedus sends Finn's flying from his grasp, unbalancing him. Caedus punches Finn across the face, then lands a blow to Finn's back, opening a nasty gash through cloth and flesh, felling him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His rival defeated, Caedus turns upon the defenseless Kira. He extinguishes his lightsaber.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARTH CAEDUS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just us now. Yun can't save you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Caedus strides forward. Kira scuttles back, but there's no escape for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An invisible force hits the Seventh Knight with the impact of a battering ram. Lifted clear off his feet, he is sent flying into one of the stone huts, hitting with a sickening crunch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira turns. Standing fifteen metres behind her is a man in a tattered gray jumpsuit and synthleather overcoat. Bearded, dark blond hair shaggy, he meets Kira's gaze. There is suspicion in his blue eyes.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-12258294335830850582021-06-19T00:02:00.003-07:002021-06-19T00:24:30.460-07:00Friday the 13th 1990 (A Fragment)<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Eiky1xsXxWD5frx0RXg0b-lZQnbKTVLfSjWFUeTNCvmZgIGrRl8W1obuZTMyCF5CJa5UzqLFyf2UiMpdd90FUtmbmEjIGrPQuCc3av6ZzdNXDS_DfZMY00hzMjlM1zWtwths8xTmYw/s600/ed5875d0847e3c35d11e104e83563604.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Eiky1xsXxWD5frx0RXg0b-lZQnbKTVLfSjWFUeTNCvmZgIGrRl8W1obuZTMyCF5CJa5UzqLFyf2UiMpdd90FUtmbmEjIGrPQuCc3av6ZzdNXDS_DfZMY00hzMjlM1zWtwths8xTmYw/s320/ed5875d0847e3c35d11e104e83563604.jpg" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've started writing <i>Friday the 13th 1990</i>, the fourth and final chapter in my <a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2021/01/friday-13th-reimagined.html" target="_blank">Friday the 13th Reimagined Tetralogy</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The three previous entries in my reimagining were mashups/remakes of the original five F13 movies, but F1390 will be a more ambitious undertaking. I'll still be lifting elements from Parts VI-IX and the '09 reboot, but the plot itself will be much more original.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here're the scenes I've written:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE IN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the waters of Crystal Lake on a foggy winter day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SUPERIMPOSE: "CRYSTAL LAKE — DECEMBER 13, 1650"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. LENAPE VILLAGE — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A band of DUTCH SETTLERS are in the process of razing the village. On horseback, they put the wigwams and central longhouse to the torch, driving the LENAPE out of their homes. Villagers out in the open, the Dutchmen bear down on them with swords and firearms, mowing them down. A number of young Lenape men fight back, but their defense is easily quashed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. LAKE — SHORE — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The setters march the surviving Lenape across the snow at gunpoint. Hands bound, the captives are mostly the very young and very old, with a select few women of childbearing age.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reaching a set of boulders overlooking the lake, the Dutchmen separate the children and elderly from their comely trophies and herd them up the rocks. The most feeble are tossed directly in the water, but the ones most capable of swimming back to shore are stabbed or have their throats slit first. Red blood stains white snow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before long, every one of the undesirables is slain. All except the VILLAGE MATRIARCH. A woman of late middle age, she has long salt-&-pepper hair worn in a thick braid down her back. She has three white chevrons painted on her forehead and cheeks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The burly, bearded leader of the Dutchmen, SJAAK BEENHOUWER, unsheathes a sabre, resting the blade on the matriarch's neck.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MATRIARCH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(in Unami, subtitled) Kill me, for I cannot die. Do not waver; it is what I command you to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BEENHOUWER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(in Dutch, subtitled) Damn you.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Raising the sword, Beenhouwer hacks off the matriarch's head. Almost as if still possessing life and will, the headless matriarch, neck stump jetting bright red blood, casts herself into the lake. Head and body sink beneath the bloodstained water, joining her people in darkness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE OUT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TITLE: FRIDAY THE 13TH 1990</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE IN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On ominous black clouds rolling across the heavens over deep shadowed forest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SUPERIMPOSE: "FOREST GREEN — JULY 7, 1990"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. RURAL ROAD — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A mangy wild dog feeds on what once a rabbit in the middle of the road. As a white VW Beetle swerves around the bend, the terrified canine runs for its life into the woods.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CAR — NIGHT — TRAVELLING</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are introduced to ELIZABETH MOTT and DARREN ROBINSON, a likeable couple in their mid-twenties. Lizabeth is a cute lady with long auburn hair; Darren a handsome fella with wavy, sandy hair. She steers while he hums and bops his head to the music playing on the radio.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Through the windshield, they spot three hitchhikers standing by a road sign. JANE MCDOWELL is a beautiful young woman with expressive brown eyes and long, curly brown hair. NICK ROGERS is a tall, strapping, extremely handsome man with dark hair and a square jaw. MICHAEL ROGERS isn't quite as hunky as his surnamesake, but he's no slouch in the looks department, either.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lizabeth pulls over. Cheering, the trio put their belongings in the trunk then cram themselves in the tight back seat.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JANE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you <u>so</u> much. We've been there for an hour.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sure.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lizabeth gets back on the road.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, where're we headed?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're going to the Voorhees house.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Darren and Lizabeth exchange glances.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, yeah? Plannin' on smoking a little dope, having a little premarital sex, and getting slaughtered?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The passengers are taken aback. An uneasy silence settles inside the vehicle.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A joke. It's just a joke. (chuckles) It's called Forest Green levity, y'know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, uh, why are you going to the house?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're thinking about smoking some dope, (puts arm around Nick) having a little premarital sex, and, uh, not worry about getting slaughtered.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(deadpan) Ah, to be young again.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. DRIVEWAY — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Beetle pulls into the mouth of a long driveway. Long disused, vegetation has sprung up along the path. It leads up to a clearing in the forest, wherein is nestled the Voorhees house, unseen in the darkness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. CAR — NIGHT</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's where the house is. They're gonna tear it down soon, but for now it's still standing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Excellent.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The three climb out.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey, thanks a lot.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. DRIVEWAY — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jane, Nick, and Michael retrieve their bags from the trunk. Lizabeth and Jane exchange waves, then the VW pulls out, leaving the trio behind.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's do it.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They start up the driveway towards the Voorhees house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the overgrown yard, the trio's erected their tent and built a small fire. The decrepit house looms over them, a dark, judgemental sentinel observing them silently.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nick strips naked while Jane goes topless. Slipping inside the tent, he beckons his lover to join him.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Come here.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Holding up a finger for Nick to wait, Michael joins Jane by the fire.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Um ... do you mind if we use the tent for half an hour?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They share a chuckle.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JANE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No, no, no. Actually, take it for the whole night. I'm gonna sleep out here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JANE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, y'know, it's a beautiful night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you sure?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JANE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. Go. Go. <u>Go.</u> Go, go, go!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Playfully kicking Michael, Jane drives him into the tent with Nick. She unfurls her sleeping bag as the men get frisky.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stripping down to her panties, Jane climbs inside her sleeping bag. She finds a comfortable position and gets ready for sleep, but the noise of the men get to her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PROWLER'S P.O.V. — CAMP SITE</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Someone watches the campers through a broken downstairs window.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aroused, Jane slips a hand down her panties. Under the sleeping bag, she starts pleasuring herself to the symphony of gay foreplay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. TENT — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the glow of lanternlight, Michael on top of Nick, the men make-out.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">C'mon, let's do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You think you're ready for Tony the Wonder Llama?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They exchange positions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Nick and Michael really get going, so does Jane. Moving her legs under the bag, she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the sound of footsteps through grass, Jane opens her eyes. Standing over her is a man. He wears a gray M-1965 field jacket over a navy blue sweatshirt; dark brown cargo pants and a 1940s Marines utility belt, complete with machete, Explorer Ram-II survival knife, and three throwing knives; black leather gloves; black platform boots; and finally, the goalie mask he inherited from Matt Letter. Jason Voorhees' successor, TOMMY JARVIS.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jane starts to scream, but Tommy is quick to close her up in her bag, muffling the sound. As Jane squirms inside the bag, Tommy drags her over to a tree. With enormous strength, he whacks Jane against the trunk — one, two, three, four, five, six times.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dragging the limp, broken body back to the fire, Tommy deposits it on the flames. As it starts burning, he turns his attention to the tent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. TENT — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Face-to-face, Nick thrusts into Michael. The two men are on the brink of climax.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tommy's machete pierces the tent wall, penetrating Nick.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NICK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>AAAHHH!!!</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tearing upward, Tommy cuts Nick in half. Blood spurts like a geyser onto Michael.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MICHAEL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(screaming) <u>Jane!</u> <u>Help!</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE/FRONT YARD — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the wet sound of sharp steel chopping into flesh, Michael dies off-screen.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Picking an article of clothing up from the ground, Tommy cleans the blood off his machete before resheathing it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. ROADSIDE — NIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beside the VW, Lizabeth stands over Darren, shining a flashlight down as he replaces the flat rear right tire with the spare.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Darren tightens the bolts with the tire iron, a hunter green '65 Ford F-100 pulls up to them. Headlights burning, the driver steps out.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(raises hand) Thanks. Almost through.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(concerned) Darren, we better go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because I've seen enough horror movies to know any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Darren looks closer at the Ford owner. It's Tommy, goalie mask and all. Reaching inside the Beetle, Darren opens the glove compartment; he pulls out a .22 revolver.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(shocked) Where'd you get that‽</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't worry about it. Just stay cool.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Darren aims the gun at Tommy.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DARREN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alright, scumbag. Get back in your truck and out of here. <u>Now.</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tommy starts towards them. Darren opens fire. Shrugging off the bullet, Tommy grabs the tire iron. Swinging it, he shatters Darren's jaw.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LIZABETH</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>AAAHHH!!!</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Darren collapses, blood running from his ruined face, Lizabeth turns and starts running as fast as her feet can carry her up the road. Tommy throws the tire iron like a shuriken. Spinning through the air, it strikes the back of Lizabeth's head with enough force to kill her instantly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tommy looks down at Darren, who's on his stomach crying. Raising his foot, Tommy brings it down on Darren's head, crushing it like a ripe melon.</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-79462672624241934062021-05-22T00:58:00.002-07:002021-05-22T01:20:44.646-07:00Friday the 13th 1984 (A Fragment)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7GlzF-PK-quP9Yt_jMS3tN3C4Ljijzfiko1F9h5vSCwkWdxbrRkO8_b3iI7kgjXixwxRVUEb5RfLs8ScyzQWXDFwpFD3e1P0_BJFz7Z4ZlQiFReNIveIx741ES435erI_OTVJ1G9Dg/s1920/robert-sammelin-f13-colours-separated-new-preview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7GlzF-PK-quP9Yt_jMS3tN3C4Ljijzfiko1F9h5vSCwkWdxbrRkO8_b3iI7kgjXixwxRVUEb5RfLs8ScyzQWXDFwpFD3e1P0_BJFz7Z4ZlQiFReNIveIx741ES435erI_OTVJ1G9Dg/s320/robert-sammelin-f13-colours-separated-new-preview.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've started writing the first draft of <i>Friday the 13th 1984</i>, the second chapter in my <a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2021/01/friday-13th-reimagined.html" target="_blank">Friday the 13th Reimagined Tetralogy</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just as F1380 was essentially a mashup of <i>Parts I</i> & <i>II</i>, the plan is for F1384 to be a mashup of <i>Parts III</i> & <i>IV</i>. Exactly how I'm going to go about mashing them up is a question yet unanswered. But I have completed the opening prologue, which is set immediately after F1380. Here it is, provided for your reading enjoyment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE IN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Camp Crystal Lake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SUPERIMPOSE: "CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE — JUNE 15, 1980"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE — CAMPGROUNDS — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Three ambulances and four police cars are parked around the main cabin area. All concerned are busy retrieving the victims of Jason and Pamela Voorhees.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE — MAIN CABIN AREA — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A fourth ambulance travels down the road into the camp. It's stopped by one of the cops. Inside are two paramedics, VINCENT, and the driver, LAINIE. Vincent rolls down his window to talk to the officer.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VINCENT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you need? Where do you need it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OFFICER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We got five of them. (points) Yours is at the boys' cabin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VINCENT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's wrong with them?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OFFICER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's dead. (beat) Yeah, they're all dead. You can pull it up over there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VINCENT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(to Lainie) All dead. Some emergency. (beat) Put her over there.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ambulance makes it way toward the boys' cabin.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE — BOYS' CABIN — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Vincent and Lainie load the body of SHELLY GREENBLATT, throat slit ear-to-ear, onto a stretcher. Vincent makes conversation with SERGEANT TIERNEY.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VINCENT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You catch the guy who left the wet stuff?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney shakes his head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Draping a sheet over Shelly's body and belting it in, the paramedics load it inside the ambulance. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE — CAMPGROUNDS — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The cadavers retrieved, all the vehicles pack it in. They make their way down the driveway out to the main road. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Camp Crystal Lake is now quiet, peaceful, and serene.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. RURAL ROAD — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney lags behind the other vehicles, keeping a respectful distance between himself and them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. POLICE CAR — DAY — TRAVELLING</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney sees a man in green-&-tan dash across the road, slipping into the brush on the other side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. RURAL ROAD — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breaking, Tierney gets out of the car.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SGT. TIERNEY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Hey!</u> <u>Hey, you!</u></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sergeant takes off after him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. FOREST — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney pursues the man through the woods. Out of shape, the cop stumbles and stops, struggling to keep up with his vigorous quarry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">EXT. VOORHEES HOUSE — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney eventually emerges from the trees. He finds himself on the property of Pamela Voorhees. There is no sign of the man he was chasing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Walking around to the front door of the house, the officer finds it ajar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. VOORHEES HOUSE/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney steps through the door. Carefully, he creeps his way inside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. VOORHEES HOUSE/DINING ROOM — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney finds the tell-tale signs of recent violence. Lengths of sliced rope about a chair; a rifle discarded on the floor; pools and trails of blood which've attracted flies. Only the birthday cake atop the dining table, untouched, remains pristine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He unholsters his revolver.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. VOORHEES HOUSE/STAIRWELL — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney climbs the stairs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. VOORHEES HOUSE/2ND STOREY HALLWAY — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tierney makes his way across the hall, checking each of the rooms, wary of his prey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. VOORHEES HOUSE/PAMELA VOORHEES' BEDROOM — DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Entering the bedroom, the sergeant is greeted by a most horrendous sight. A dresser, serving as an impromptu altar, bears the severed head of PAMELA VOORHEES, dried blood caking her mouth and nose. At the foot of the dresser has been deposited the drowned body of ALICE HARDY, tongue protruding from her slack mouth. While decay hasn't quite set in yet, head and body are already starting to attract flies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unbeknownst to Tierney, the man he chased here has crept up behind him.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SGT. TIERNEY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my God….</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Raising a claw hammer, JASON VOORHEES drives it into the back of Tierney's skull.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE OUT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TITLE: FRIDAY THE 13TH 1984</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-65379231924812049532021-03-09T00:41:00.026-08:002022-08-11T03:28:59.732-07:00Stargate Reimagined<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WviYWuTS_ydcmVpza4ZLU68gzHLH7Jwd34EbwJfzpgMA0bOatzitsnmLx4ydp4cuuTCkVqYiAcXfqButV3VAHtYncSsDAQeP1wQqcabF47G4e11ytxMKphHe_QJOfuSikPqwXMn0wg/s2048/d9d5af40f56619ebaae960c491163c8f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WviYWuTS_ydcmVpza4ZLU68gzHLH7Jwd34EbwJfzpgMA0bOatzitsnmLx4ydp4cuuTCkVqYiAcXfqButV3VAHtYncSsDAQeP1wQqcabF47G4e11ytxMKphHe_QJOfuSikPqwXMn0wg/s320/d9d5af40f56619ebaae960c491163c8f.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Stargate</i> '94 has amazing costumes, sets, music, and lore, but weak writing and characterization. <i>Stargate SG-1</i> has decent characterization and writing, but it feels like a <i>Trek</i> knockoff, complete with generic English-speaking extraterrestrial civilizations and technobabble. My ultimate dream is to craft a <i>Stargate</i> reboot which contains all the best elements of SG '94, SG-1, SGU, and the Bill McCay tie-in novels, with none of their worst.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I completed an SG '94 rewrite in 2016:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/10pWz63Qs1xT4CmcH67rm0WHl3pXe73G1/view?usp=sharing">https://drive.google.com/file/d/10pWz63Qs1xT4CmcH67rm0WHl3pXe73G1/view?usp=sharing</a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Written at the height of my postmodern phase, it’s a pretty thorough deconstruction of the original film (American imperialism doesn’t save the day; it gets an entire world killed.). It was meant to be the first part of a trilogy, but shortly after starting on the sequel, development stalled; a casualty of the burnout I suffered while working on my <i>Star Wars</i> Prequel Trilogy rewrite at the time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I never completely abandoned the project. I continued to brainstorm, write notes, etc. to lay the foundation for my personal <i>Stargate</i> universe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Ra is Atum. I made this change because Atum is an older god than Ra, was worshipped earlier than Ra, and also because the pharaonic Ra of <i>Stargate</i> more closely resembles Atum than the hawk-headed Ra of myth.</li><li>Atum isn’t a Goa’uld. He's one of the Ancients, who in this universe were amoral gray-skinned reptilian humanoids who reigned in the Andromeda/Triangulum galaxies prior to their extinction. The Goa’uld are a separate, unrelated species native to the Milky Way who were conquered by Atum’s underlords some 5000 years after the Rebellion on Earth.</li><li>Atum has a minimum of fourteen underlords under him: Anpu (Anubis); Apis; Aset (Isis); Ausir (Osiris); Djehuti (Thoth); Hapi; Heru (Horus); Hut-Hor (Hathor); Khnum; Nekhbet; Ptah; Sebek; Sekhmet; and Wadjet. Each underlord serves a different function in maintaining the Imperium. When an underlord dies/abdicates/is ousted, their first prime takes their place, assuming their name and position.</li><li>Atum was originally a benevolent ruler. After 2000 years of rule, ennui drove him to relegate command of the Imperium to his underlords and go into seclusion. His underlords then turned the Imperium to a totalitarian state, inciting the failed Rebellions on Nubt and Abdju and the successful Rebellion on Earth. With the passage of 10,000 years and countless civil wars and regime changes, the Imperium has fragmented and ossilated between authoritarian and liberal governments.</li><li>The Goa’uld were genetically modified by Khnum to curtail their ability to reproduce and take hosts. Only a single fertile queen exists, and its offspring are incapable of growing to maturity. These neutered Goa’uld, known as "primtah", are placed within underlords and first primes, boosting their immune systems, resilency, and lifespans.</li><li>The Imperium consists of several hundred worlds concentrated within the Milky Way. Most are inhabited by humans and genetically engineered human offshoots, all descendants of peoples taken from North Africa in 10,000-8000 BCE.</li><li>A small number of non-human species joined the Imperium. The most notable of these was the Setim. A caninoid race native to Tuat, they agreed to provide Atum the technological infrastructure to build his empire in exchange for help repairing their planet’s damaged ecosystem. This arrangement was mutually beneficial at first, but following the underlords’ rise to power, the Setim were displaced from positions of influence and forcibly relocated to the ice planet Nubt. With the Rebellion on Nubt, the Setim were exterminated by Sekhmet. Disgusted by this and other atrocities committed by the Imperium, one of the first primes, Sutekh, went renegade. Wearing a helm fashioned after the Setim likeness, he established a revolutionary movement across the Imperium, culminating in the Rebellion on Earth.</li><li>The Apep are a species of giant tentacled serpents, former enemy of the Ancients, present enemy of the Imperium. They aren't nice guys.</li><li>Heru Guards wear retractable, full-body power armour; this armour is impervious to any terrestrial ordnance short of .50 caliber machine guns. Heru Guards are armed with over/under pulse rifles; the primary barrel discharges a plasma blast which can kill, the secondary barrel discharges an electrolaser which only stuns.</li><li>The staff weapon is a ceremonial weapon wielded by Nekhbet Guards alone.</li><li>The zat gun is a sidearm primarily carried by Wadjet Guards. One shot from a zat causes debilitating pain; two shots renders one unconscious; three shots are usually fatal.</li><li>The Imperium has developed lingual nanites. Injected within the language areas of the brain, they link the individual to a vast language database, enabling them to understand/speak/read/write any language stored within the database while also uploading any languages they know to the database. Daniel Jackson was injected with these nanites after being captured by Sekhmet’s forces during the Abdju Mission. Following Daniel’s return to Earth, some of these nanites were extracted and replicated, giving the SGC access to this technology.</li><li>FTL propulsion/communicators don’t exist. Conventional interstellar travel/communication is only possible through the stargate/supergate networks. Atum’s intergalactic voyage from his homeworld to Earth took 2.5 million years.</li><li>Stargate addresses consist of nine symbols each. Each address corresponds to an individual gate.</li><li>All stargates are semitranslucent black, with chevrons/engravings which glow white when active.</li><li>Stargate/supergate travel is two-way.</li><li>Apep stargates are simpler in design than Ancient stargates, triangular in shape, with no moving parts. Though utilizing the same wormhole physics, Ancient and Apep stargates aren't compatible without the application of an adapter.</li></ul></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-21564280745261890922021-02-02T00:12:00.002-08:002021-02-02T00:13:10.798-08:00The Other Side<div style="text-align: justify;">One of eleven surviving short stories/novellas I wrote in a roughly five-year period (2004-2008).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This was written c. 2010 — a rewrite of a story I wrote in the fall of 2004. The original was typewritten, the last story I ever wrote on a typewriter, and is now lost. I was proud of that original. But if this version's anything to go by, there's nothing there to be proud of. Just pages upon pages of hackneyed hackwork.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I should had never gone to check out that decrepit building. But I had never suspected the existance of what had lain there within its walls. Never suspected the existance of an evil which had inhabited the place since the nineteen-fourties.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It all began when my father got a new job located in Maine. Unable to coap with the idea of the family being seperated, my mother wanted to pack up the family and relocate to a location close to his anticipated job site. Over a period of a number of weeks, my parents struck a deal with a Raymond Bradley to buy his on sale home on Forman Road, Maine for an even five thousand dollars. After all the paperwork went through, all was final; with some mela-ncholy, we journeyed from Pittsburg to a quiet suburbia in a completely unfamilar part of the country.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"So," my sister, Audrey, asked my father as we made the long approach to our new house in my mother's Olds-mobile Delta Royale, "what's this place like? It isn't a dump, is it?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My father uttered a short laugh as she said that. "No, it isn't a dump. It was built in 1984, so its relatively new. The house is in good condition."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Was anybody killed there?" I asked, a slight smirk upon my face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Nobody was killed in th<strike>is</strike>at house," he answered, amused not at all by the macabre question. "The house has no history whatsoever."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We soon arrived at the house. There was nothing spectacular about the building. It was a small, two-story home with blue-and-white paint smeared over its walls; this horrid paint job had been done apparently to convey an aura of cheerfulness, but those who had performed it had failed in their vision.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"We're here!" father exclaimed. He maneuvered the Oldsmobile up the driveway, stopping at the house and shifting the gear into PARK.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We all unfastened our seatbelts, opened the doors and climbed out. As my feet first touched this foreign soil, I immediatly noticed the house across from us, on the other side of the street. As soon as my eyes took in the details of the building, I was left in awe. It was over a century old, a large mansion, six stories tall with an abundance in windows. The dwelling had browned with age, and obviously in bad disrepair; the wood walls were worm-eaten and crumbling, with weathered boards nailed over the front door and window panes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"We should have moved in <i>there</i>," I said, half-joking, pointing over at the foreboding house. "At least that place looks interesting."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My father looked over across the street at the house, then back at me. "That house was abandoned back in the fourties. Its condemned, and we couldn't buy it even if we wanted to."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At that, we went to place our first steps within our new, badly-painted little home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later that night, I sat at our large oak dinner table with my parents and sister as we had our supper, a dish consisting of mashed potatoes and spinach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"How's dinner, Edward?" mother asked me, looking up from her plate.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Fine," I replied. Unlike typical children, I found spinach not all that bad.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Good," she replied, resuming her consumption of her potatoes and spinach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hey Dad," I then proclaimed, looking to him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, Ed?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Do you know the story behind the house across the street?" I inquired. "What's up with it?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My father went silent. "Are you sure you want to know?" he asked after a moment passed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "I would like to know why the house is abandoned."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Father was forlorn for a moment, but then agreed to tell the story about the house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Well, back in 1896 a man named Efimovich Velikovsky immigrated here to the States from Russia. He had been a very rich man back in his homeland, and had used his money to build a mansion here on Forman Road. From what Mr. Bradley told me, the house supposedly looked very beautiful after it was finished.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Nothing eventful happened over the next eight years. Velikovsky seemed to be any ordinary man, friendly to those around him, though he spent most of his time locked up in his house. But then one day he disappeared. He, and all the servants who had been living there. The police eventually launched an investigation, but nothing was found. <strike>"</strike>They never found evidence of any foul play."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"What happened," I asked. "If they were'nt kidnapped or killed or anything, what happened to him and his servants?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"No one really knows," my father explained. "He might have moved to another town or state, or even back to Russia. But no trace of him could be found anywhere. Since he had no known relatives and never left a will, the city took possession of the mansion. They put it up for sale, [?]but no one had ever expressed intrest in buying the place. After a long number of years had passed they gave up the place and had it boarded up. No one has entered that place since."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"So you're saying nobody's been in there since they boarded it up?" I exclaimed. "What about all his stuff? Did they take it?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"No," he responded. "They had left the furniture alone, on sale with the rest of the house. When they decided to abandon it, they found the bed[?] and chairs soiled with mouse waste, so never bothered removing anything when it was closed up."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Cool!" I declared. "So, if I were to go over there and check it out, I would find all this old rich-guy stuff?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I don't want you going over there, Edward!" my father suddenly retorted, looking me straight in the eye. "The floors in there are probably all rotted through by now, with all this town's constant rainfall. I do not want you breaking your leg or arm or anything else. Do you understand me, Ed?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes," I groaned. "I understand."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Good." The discussion was over. My father resumed eating.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Besides," my mother said, entering the conversation, "there are probably rats and mould in there. I don't want you getting bit or infected with some disease."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was not listening to my mother. The mansion held my attention. One way or another, I was going to step foot inside that building and search to see if anything interesting lay within.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That night, as I lay upon my bed within my new bedroom, I dwelt upon the decaying house and the mysterious dissappearance of Efimovich Velikovsky and his servants. I could not comp[?]rehend as to how several people could disappear suddenly without a trace as to where they went. If they had left intention-ally, why had they not told a soul as to where they were headed? And if they had met sinister fates at the hands of human malefactors, why did their bodies or physical evidence not turn up?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continued to ponder these questions, when something caught my eye. A light. A bright one. Coming through the window beside me. I turned, looked out, and witnessed a sight which filled me with awe and fear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Outside, across the street at Velikovsky's derelict mansion, green light escaped sections of window that escaped concealment from the wooden boards which were nailed in place, illuminating the front yard and interior of my bedroom. It was not a fire. It certainly was not a flash of lightning. It was very eerie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had to know what was causing that light.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got out of bed, quickly changing into my discarded clothing. As I had my shoes tied in place, I pulled up the window, slipped through out onto the cool autumn grass, and made a sprint toward the decrepit house. As I touched upon the front lawn of Velikovsky's old place of habitatione, the eldritch green glow dissipated, fading away to nothing. I entered the threshold of the front door, and stopped. Surely the light had been cut off because whomever, or <i>what</i>ever, had been generating it had sensed my approach. I briefly considered heading back; yet I would then never learn the secret of the light, and my curiousity would remain unsatisfied.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I moved away from the door to the side of the house facing west, searching for a means to enter the decaying structure. From one look I knew that, despite their age, the boards across the windows would refuse to yield to attempts at prying them off, so I sought to find a window with few obscuring boards; to allow me a chance to squeeze through a large enough possible gap. I soon found such a window. After a number of strenous tries, I finally wrenched the pane open, and crawled through to the inside. I dropped inside, and found myself within a servant's old bedroom.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could tell that the little room had once been a comely little dwelling in the past. Yet the years had not been kind to it. The once-white wallpaper had peeled and become stained a hideous yellow from moisture. The ceiling, which had once been coated with a layer of rich blue paint, had turned pitch black from build up of mould caused by water leakage. The dresser at the left of the bed had rotted, and the legs had collapsed sometime ago. The bed had decayed and becoming a breeding and spawning ground for vermin, with the carpeting beneath me dirty a covered with stains.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Disregarding the decaying bedroom, I walked out the open door, into a large, long hallway; it was as run-down as the room I had just departed. Yet there were large, dust-covered, mirrors placed upon most sections of the walls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Come on, Ed," I said to myself, "what are you looking for? There's nothing here but cobwebs and a lot of dirty mirrors." Yet I decided to act against my inner unease, and continue to search the depths of this dismal house that at once had been a home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I walked through this corridor, past the doors beside me which had curiously been left open, til I came to the end. Here also was a door; a closed <i>glass</i> door. I slowly and cautiously wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the greasy doorknob, twisted it to the right, then pushed it open and stepped through the dark doorway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I found myself in a cavernous room, completely unlike either the bedroom or the other rooms I had viewed through their open doors. The room was massive, the size of a theatre's interior, the floor, walls, and ceiling made of massive stone blocks mortared into place. A titanic wooden staircase led from the open doorway to the depths of the distant floor. There were no windows.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"What was <i>this</i> place for?" I proclaimed, speaking to no one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided to explore this unusual room further, in hopes of finding something of possible interest. I put my right hand down along the old wood stair rail, and began to make my way carefully down. The stairs creaked loudly as I made my way down, swaying slightly to and fro. In fear that the wood was unstable, and possibly close to collapsing, I eased my pace downward. After an eternity, my feet finally touched down on upon cold grey stone; I had survived the descent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I began to pace about the room, searching for anything that would have provided to me an answer as to the purpose of this pseudo-basement; yet the thick dusty air made progress difficult, and the miserable lack of light prevented me from truly spying anything of value to my cause. After I met with futility, I decided to leave this cold room and make my way back to my warm bed, and turned toward the flight of stairs. As my back was turned about, the room was suddenly bathed in a brillant green light, emitting from a source behind me, opposite the wooden steps.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I spun around, to the distant wall. Only it was not a wall, but a glowing doorway into another world.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could see clouds within this green dimension, swirling corpse-green cumulus clouds, these clouds obscured to me any ground their may have been beneath them, yet above them, in the far distance, I could see the apex of a tall mountain, a foreboding castle built upon it. To my horror, ghostly figures swirled out of the clouds, heading to-ward me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Oh <i>man!</i>" I exclaimed, terrified. I froze.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I watched as the ghosts flew up to this bizarre window into their dimension. I made out their horrible evil appearances, with their sunken eyes and their hollow cheeks. Their arms were emaciated, their clothes rags. They came to crowd at the entranceway, but I could see that they were unable to exit their universe. I saw soon another spirit come rising up out of the writhing clouds, wailing as a banshee. This spectre joined its brethren, pressing up against the doorway, as if it were but the glass of a window.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This ghost was as cadaverous as were its kin. Yet he did not possess his aura of malevolence; indeed, he appeared traumatised, as if trapped within a waking nightmare.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Please, have mercy on me!" the ghost wailed. His voice was heavily accented, foreign, unfamiliar to me. "I am Efimovich Grigory Velikovsky. I have been trapped here,for too long, terrorized and tortured!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I knew then that this was the former owner of this sinking dwelling, the Velikovsky which had disappeared so many decades before my birth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I was a magician, a sorceror from Russia, before I moved here to the United States," he continued. "I tried to hold a seance, to contact the spirit of my grandfather. By accident I opened a tunnel to the Other Side, and dragged here along with my servants into this abysmal place by the evil dead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"My magic is useless here. You must save us and bring us back to Earth, child!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was dumbfounded. "How?" I asked once I found the words. "Do I have to go in and get you out?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You cannot!" the spirit of Efimovich Velikovsky proclaimed. "Only blood can free us from this Other Side."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Blood?"</i> I</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Only blood can free me!" Velikovsky declared. "Return to me with blood, child! Free me. Save my soul!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At that, the entranceway sealed shut, and the wall returned to being a wall. At that point I blacked out, and remembered nothing more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strike>The next mornin</strike> I awakened the next morning within my own room, within my own bed. Though it seemed as a dream, I knew the events of last night had truly occured. I had seen through into another world. I had spoken with the ancient Efim-ovich Velikovsky of Russia who had vanished without a trace several decades ago.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Outside my room, a knock sounded upon my door. "It's time to wake up, Eddie," a voice cooed. "School starts today."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, Mom," I replied. I got then up out of bed, and prepared myself for school.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The day at school went by in a blur. My new teacher, Ms. Campbell-Smith, had me introduced to my new class-mates before I was seated at a desk. I payed little attention to the lectures of Ms. Campbell-Smith, and did little work; I concentrated on Efimovich Velikovsky and on my plan to free him. In little time the school hours were over. I left the building, breaking into a run.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>He said only blood could free him</i>, I thought as I ran. <i>I hope the doesn't need to be fresh blood, or</i> human <i>blood. Maybe it can be any type of blood. From anything.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I came to the local supermarket. There, with the money I had, I purchased a large piece of lamb meat soaked with blood. In a<strike>n</strike> following half hour, I arrived at the old home of Velikovsky. Taking precautions to ensure not a soul witnessed my prescence, I stole into the house via the bedroom window. Making my way [?]through the bedroom, down the hallway to the open glass door, I entered the stone room, clutching the paper-wrapped hunk of meat as I made my way down those unstable wood steps.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hello?" I called out as I came to the floor, beginning to shiver from the intense cold of the rock walls. "I came back. I have some blood."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As soon as the word "blood" was uttered, the doorway to the Other Side blossomed open. I saw the swirling dark-green clouds; the green sky, and the writhing spirits of the evil dead. I saw also the form of Efimovich Grigory Velikovsky, floating before the gateway's threshold. He looked different somehow; his eyes, once troubled and weary, now shone with a menacing gleam.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"What is that?" Efimovich Velikovsky hissed out from the Other Side at me, his watery eyes falling upon the meat in my hands, voice dripping with malice. "I asked for <i>blood</i>, boy!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"T-the meat is covered in blood, sir," I stuttered, intimidated by the commanding spirit before me. "I didn't know where to get blood all by myself."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Fine, fine," the Russian growled, growing frustrated with the conversation. "Bring what you have over here, and place it before the gate."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I quickly did as he commanded. I unwrapped the package of blood-soaked lamb, and placed it upon the floor <strike>centimetres</strike> inches from the b<strike>l</strike>riliantly glowing doorway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Excellent work, child," Velikovsky bellowed, a sinister smile crossing his withered lips. "Now, boy, recite words." The ghastly ghost uttered a long stream of Russian words, all of which were just so much gibberish to me. "And get the words exactly right!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided to do as he wished. I began speaking aloud thore unfamiliar words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Yessss..."</i> Efimovich Velikovsky hissed, rubbing his skeletal hands together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continued to proclaim the incantation, struggling to pronounce the foreign words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Go on!"</i> the ghost shrieked, appearing more-and-more ghastly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I recited the final words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At that, there was a terrific explosion; and a shock wave of powerful force lanced out and collided with me. With a cry I was yanked up off my feet, pushed back, crashing into the bottom of the wood steps, shattering them into fragments. In intense [?]agony, I forced myself up into a sitting position, my eyes falling back upon the doorway into the Other Side<strike>,</strike>. The doorway was shimmering, pulsing and heaving like some grotesque lung. The ghosts in the other dimension, including Efimovich Velikovsky, howled with demonic laughter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You pathetic fool!" Velikovsky laughed, throwing a gnarled finger out at my direction. "You have doomed yourself!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"W-what?" I questioned. "What do you mean?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I lied to you, brat!" Velikovsky roared. "I was not forced into this world! I came here of my own free will, dragging my servants along with me. I allied myself with the gods of this place, searching for immortality. They gave me my desire. But at a price."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I sat froze.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"To remain, sacrifices must be made. <i>Human</i> sacrifices!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With those words, Efimovich Grigory Velikovsky began to push his way through the barrier of the doorway. As he emerged into this world, his body began to rapidly age. His hair turned white and fell out as his eyeballs shrivelled into raisins and vanished into his eye sockets. His skin turned green, brown, then peeled off to expose muscles that dried into black tissue that broke off with his movements. His innards and clothes disintegrated to dust as his gleaming white bones grew grey and ancient. What had once been Efimovich Grigory Velikovsky stood before me, a towering living skeleton with eyes sockets burning with an inner fire; the ghoul opened its skeletal mouth, and issued an inhuman roar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Horrified, I began to plot my escape; the ghoul was free, and it would only be a matter of time before the other ghosts from the Other Side came through following it. Should I leap for the stairs, the ghoul would quickly overtake me in a few short seconds. I had little hope of fleeing this nightmare.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My eyes then fell upon the wet meat laying on the floor to the left of the ghoul.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Prepare yourself, rat!" the skeletal ghoul spat, pointing a twisted claw of a finger toward me. "Rejoice in the knowledge that you will be the first in many sacrifices to come!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Without a moment's hesitation, I got to my feet, and sp<strike>a</strike>rang forward; I dodged past the ghoul, and threw forward my right foot. With a wet plop, my toe connected with the slimy lamb, and the chunk was thrown forward; the meat passed through the turbulence that was the gate, soon dissappearing from sight as it fell into the wispy green clouds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"NOOOOOOOOO!" the ghoul cried, shrieking in absolute horror. <i>"The blood! The blood maintains the connection to this world! Without it, the dead cannot come and I cannot remain!"</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With that, a hid<strike>i</strike>eous wail escaped the ghoul's lipless mouth. It was a scream of the dead dying. I <strike>looked</strike> glanced toward the doorway into the Other Side, watching as it collapsed, shrank.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The hellfire went out in the ghoul's sockets, growing black as the tomb. Life escaped those unholy bones, and they seperated, falling apart and tumbling into the vanishing doorway. The door leading into the Other Side slammed closed, and the bone fragments exploded, shattering into a million infintisimal particles.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To this day I cannot forget the events of that day. I still remember the face of Efimovich Velikovsky; before and after he transformed into the hideous skeleton ghoul spirit. I still remember the demonic ghosts which resided on the Other Side. I still remember the swirling green cloud formations, and that evil castle on top of that distant mountain top. I think about the Other Side, and I wonder:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What if something on the Other Side comes through?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The End</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-39388670970672384262021-01-27T03:16:00.004-08:002021-01-27T03:36:40.891-08:00Friday the 13th Reimagined<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fnO0oFvclE8hM8XgPsvbORyvbprNAd1TcaUxOF054QdtJUWd2hsE0SycNknxOmdCuJ6Jo0ezbMR1aCHIRc3TU7QEtkAH7H34VDyFW-nbiZDv051OWeBONeAXx74uQTBJ9dlKYYo5aA/s804/3857876babdeb965e243f7601563f7ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fnO0oFvclE8hM8XgPsvbORyvbprNAd1TcaUxOF054QdtJUWd2hsE0SycNknxOmdCuJ6Jo0ezbMR1aCHIRc3TU7QEtkAH7H34VDyFW-nbiZDv051OWeBONeAXx74uQTBJ9dlKYYo5aA/s320/3857876babdeb965e243f7601563f7ad.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">A project I've long wanted to tackle is a reimagining of <i>Friday the 13th</i>. As a teen, I was a big fan of the series, particularly of the first five entries. As I grew older, I came to realize the series … wasn't good. The original is very likely the best, and it's still only a cynical cash-grab designed to capitalize off the success of <i>Halloween</i>. Still, I believe the bones of a good horror story are present beneath the fat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">My reimagining of F13 would be a tetralogy, a period piece spanning the '80s. Right from the start, Jason Voorhees would be established as a supernatural being, having drowned as a child in 1957 then returned to life a year later, corrupted into a psychopathic killing machine with enhanced strength/regenerative capabilities by a dark force living within Crystal Lake. Jason would be the primary antagonist for the first half of the series, then he'd be killed and replaced by Tommy Jarvis, who'd become possessed by the evil which inhabited Jason.</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friday the 13th 1980</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set in 11-14 June, 1980. A mashup of Parts I & II with a few elements from III, greater emphasis would be placed on characterization, particularly Alice’s, who'd be revealed as a single mother who abandoned her 3-year-old daughter to the care of her parents to start her life over. The primary antagonist would be Jason. Crippled by social anxiety, Jason would be incapable of assaulting anyone able to see his face, restricting him to stalking and sneak attacks. Only after obtaining his iconic goalie mask would he become the aggressive predator we're most familiar with. The secondary antagonist would be his mother, Pamela. She kept Jason in isolation since his resurrection, doing her best to protect him and others from him to diminishing returns. The film would finish with Alice setting fire to Jason and the Voorhees home, Pamela’s decapitation, and a depressing twist ending.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friday the 13th 1984</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set in/around 13 April, 1984. A mashup of Parts III & IV. Rob would be reimagined as Alice's brother.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friday the 13th 1985</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set in/around 13 September, 1985. A more-or-less faithful remake of <i>A New Beginning</i>. Most of the patients at Pinehearst would be deaged, including Tommy, who'd only be a year older than he was in the preceeding chapter. There'd be more scenes focused on Tommy, his mental deterioration, and his growing rapport with Pam. Roy wouldn't be the killer, but rather the director of Pinehearst, Matthew, who'd be revealed at the end as a sadistic psychopath who'd abused a number of kids in his care and had decided to advance to serial murder, using Tommy's past with Jason as a cover for his crimes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friday the 13th 1989</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set in/around 13 October, 1989. Tommy, now fully possessed by the evil he inherited from Jason, would return to Crystal Lake, renamed Forest Green in the years after the murders. Pursuing him would be his sister, Trish, who'd be desperate to find him and free him of Jason’s curse. She'd meet Elias Voorhees, Jason’s father, who'd reveal the truth of Crystal Lake to her, of the evil within the lake which corrupted Jason and moved into Tommy following Jason’s final death. He'd offer her the key to freeing Tommy, but there'd be an ulterior motive for his help; he'd believe Jason’s spirit lives on in Tommy, ready to return to his original body, which Elias secretly saved from cremation and had buried in a secret plot….</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-80749920373586461722020-07-30T19:57:00.004-07:002020-10-20T21:27:05.937-07:00Lazarus Tower<div style="text-align: justify;">One of eleven surviving short stories/novellas I wrote in a roughly five-year period (2004-2008).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In comparison to the last three stories, "Lazarus Tower" is a downright competent story. It's still bogged down in purple prose, but at least it isn't overwhelmed by sexism/antisexuality. It's essentially Poe-Lite (or Poe-Lite-Lite), making it ... digestable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Lazarus Tower" was written at the tail-end of my prose writing period, making it one of my final prose works. Paradoxically, it's the only one existing in fragmentary form; the ending is missing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Original spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, omissions, and alterations have been preserved for your reading pleasure. Where the original text is missing, a descriptive summary has been substituted.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE; HE WHO BELIEVES IN ME, THOUGH HE DIE, YET SHALL HE LIVE, AND WHOEVER LIVES AND BELIEVES IN ME SHALL NEVER DIE."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was those words, from the eleventh chapter of the Gospel of John, that I had had engraved into the surface of the silver plaque, which I had placed above the door frame which led to the staircase that <strike>climbed</strike> stretched the length of the tower to the sole chamber above; I had thought that whenever we climbed those steps to the apex of the tower, we departed the living death that was existance on Earth, brought to true life when we reached the top, and could step out onto the balcony, brought closer to heaven. Despite the rich colour and the resistance to the actions of time's progressions, I had declined to fashion the plaque from gold; Gold had always seemed to me a boastful metal and colour, full of pride for self, lacking in soul what it did not lack in its power to allure the eye. Silver, however, was far more a mute substance, a humble metal; while its colour attracted, it held not the gaudy intense <strike>awfulness</strike> terror of its rival, and its sheen clouded in time, obscured by tarnish, while the pride of gold keep it from accepting the slightest morsel of humility and submitting itself to the forces of change. I made the plaque in honour of her, to commemorate the complesion of the building's construction; she was like silver to me, beautiful, yet humble, willinging to trade her outer beauty for the lines and wrinkles of age when the time eventually came without a fuss, avoiding the lusts of vanity and pride, refusing to consider any attempts to obscure her changing features as she came steadily closer to old age. Those words inscribed upon the plaque were in honour of my Lord, who had blessed me with the love and company of my darling Suzanne.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the first eight years following the complesion of our home and the wedding that followed I kept that plaque shined, keeping the sheen like that of newly molded metal, in remembrance of my gift. After the event in the tower, however, I contined the upkeep no longer; as the years passed, the silver lost its brillance, and grew the dismal flat grey of ashes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shun the tower and its uppermost solitary chamber, as do I the entrance that comes before. At the best of my ability, I avoid areas that take me to close proximity to the door and that accursed plaque. I sleep no longer in our original marriage bed, which now remains many decades cold from emtiness, and have taken residence within a former guest room at the far end of the mansion, opposite the door that stays locked, that leads up a sole flight of stairs to a sole room which in turn only opens out onto a balcony, from which the tops of the buildings nearest to us can be seen. I spend many a night awake; when I do rest, it is in unease, with many an unpleasant dream attached.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As of this moment, after a period of several lengthy years, the door to the tower stands unlocked, and open to me. I sit now within the comfort of a large leather-upholstered chair, trembling in fear, my eyes fixed upon the doorway which opens out into the cooridor [?]t which's end stands the open door. Before it is too late for me, I will tell you the whole story, from the beginning. Everything is clear to me, every memory vivid in my mind's eye. I will recall all with complete accuracy. This is not the insane ram-blings of a man driven to madness by guilt and shame; this is the truth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was born Steven Edward Queene to Edward Sameul Queene and Melissa Johanna Queene, a rich English couple which owned a series of textile factories, in the city of London, April fourth, 1861. Cursed with ill health at a young age due to the fi<strike>f</strike>lthy air of the city, I was sent away to live with my uncle Richard Milton Queene, in the United States of America, Maine. Unlike my parents, who forever remained frigid toward me, Uncle Richard was a kind, loving soul, who lavished me with gifts and affection through-out my younger years, spoiling me rotten in the process. I remained in America for the remaining majority of my life; I communicated scantily with either my mother or father through letters, and I made only two return visits to London, both in the wake of their deaths.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I met the young poor Suzanne MacAdams in the summer of 1884, at the age of twenty-three. Around my home had been a large section of forest, a thick nigh-on impenetrable growth of trees, the only traverable ground a featureless path worn into the earth. As a pastime, I fre<strike>g</strike>quently enjoyed walks in the woods, making my way steadily on the path, observing the unspoiled nature about me. It was on one such walk that I came upon a still form, lying tangled in the foliage. At first, I had not a clue as to what I was seeing; I krept close to it, making soft steps as I neared, until I was close enough to know what I was <strike>looking</strike> <strike>gazin</strike> upon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a young woman, at an age in no way significantly different from my own, beaten and bloodied, her clothes torn and much of her body exposed to me; she had been abused violently, visciously raped, then [?]left for dead by the animals which had committed the horrid crime. She was still alive, a fact I knew from looking upon the rising and falling motion of her chest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With great care, I took her up in my arms, and make the journey back to my home. As I forced my way inside, <span style="color: #ff00fe;">the weight of the girl in my arms, I called out to the servants for assistance. They came, and ushered her to a warm bed, retrieving at my request towers and water to clean her wounds; I sent away immediatly for a doctor. In time the medical man arrived, and examined her; he found fractured ribs; internal bleeding, and a concussion amongst her injuries, and informed my that though the damage done was severe, it needed not the <strike>attention</strike> services of a hospital; after that all she truly needed the most was considerible rest; after setting her <strike>broken</strike> damaged bones, he departed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Needless to say, I was present at her bedside when she first regained consciousness. We explained to each other the circumstances which led her to this bed, before she returned to the land of the unconscious She grew stronger as the days, weeks, and months passed by. We became fast friends; holding conversations together between us. When the time <strike>came</strike> arrived when she had recovered fully from her ordeal, she proceeded to leave, to return to homeless-ness, to prostitution. I refused her exit; I had fallen in deep love with her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">As she had with me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">She stayed there. She kept her room. I bought her clothes, suitable for her and her generous nature; as well as aquisitions which suited her fancy. Uncle Richard oppossed her prolonged stay, however, as she had been a prostitute and my uncle had been slow to forgiveness. He came to accept her prescence in time, however, and learned to love her as an additional member to the family.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">We stayed together, Under Uncle Richard's roof, for four years; we had not come to know each other intimately yet, as I was saving myself for marriage, and she had come to reproach the caresses of others.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">In May of 1888, I made a proposal of marriage to her. She accepted. the May of the following year, we got married. Our daughter, Lauren Emily Queene, was born to us nine months later. <strike>The years</strike> On her first birth-day, construction began on our new dream home; the foundation was layed in the city.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I personally designed the house. Using knowledge I had obtained about <strike>engineerin</strike> construction, I drew the sche-matics for the building. The tower was meant for my wife, for Suzanne. Her own small paradise, a place where she could look out, and gaze upon the whole wide world stretching beyond. It was for her. Only for her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">It all went wrong <strike>few short</strike> years later, when she began having an affair with Chester Arnold Keaton.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I do not understand how, <i>why</i>, it occurred. I cannot explain it. She became withdrawn, no longer confiding <strike>with</strike> in me. She began to send time away from home <strike>for hours at a time</strike>. She claimed to only be going on walks, to escape the atmosphere of the mansion. A resonable explanation, <strike>if not for the unrealistic amount of time</strike> yet I could sense something amiss.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I began to suspect the existence of the affair when in contact with the Keatons, as I witnessed the looks of un-easiness that they exchanged. The existence of this affair was confirmed when I spied them together, on the bed</span> within a guest room, her atop her under the sheets, grasping and squeezing her body. They failed to spot me. I stole away to another area of the mansion, well away from their act of adultery. I wept then, shfting cries of anguish and <strike>morose</strike> melancholy, able only to thank God that Lauren was away at school, unable to ever witness the abom-ination that was proceeding under the roof of his very own home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I never revealed my knowledge to her, though I began to suspect that, within her, she had come to know that I knew of the affair. I grew morose, and no longer spoke to her. I was angered, yes, but more than anything truly saddened. Our marriage was over, figuratively if not literally. Yet I continued to love her. To the last second together, I continued to love her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It came to a climax on October seventeenth, <strike>18</strike>[?]<strike>3</strike> 1900.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ever since the complesion of the house, I had never took a step into the tower without her permission, as the tower had been for her, only her. Yet with my happiness gone, I disregarded <strike>w</strike>this unofficial rule, seeking comfort in nostalgia. I came to that door, and, taking one, sorrowful [?]glance up at the tarnishing silver plaque above, I turned the knob counter-clockwise, and pulled the door open. I stepped past the threshold, clos-ing the door behind me, proceeding up the staircase at a leisurely pace, my left hand upon the varnished ebony banister. I soon came to the door which would lead into the tower's single chamber. I twisted the knob, swung open the door, taking a step within.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There, standing in the centre of the opulent room, were they! Keaton and Suzanne!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had passively detested their horrid affair, and had avoided violent confrontation up to that point. Yet here they were together in this room, in the tower, the physical manifestation of all the love I had ever and would ever have for Suzanne. It was a travesty. It was a <i>blasphemy!</i> It was a desecration, a <i>violation</i>, of this <i>shrine</i> I had designed in the name of my love for her, to have them, <i>him</i>, together here to <i>fornicate!</i> This freakshow would end, now!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I dived forward, taking a heavy oak chair into my hands, bringing it up over my shoulders. As Keaton started, turning to me, I brought the solid wood down upon his cranium.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suzanne had begun to regain her consciousness as I completed <strike>tying</strike> the bonding of Keaton's bloodied corpse to the same chair I had slain him with. Her eyes fluttered open, and muffled cries attempted to escape her gagged mouth as she became aware of her own bonds keeping her secured to her own solid oak chair.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I turned my gaze to her, sorrow clearly etched upon my features. "I've known, Suzanne. I've known for some time now. You shouldn't have come up here. Not with him."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A series of muffled outcries were uttered as she began to rock forward in the seat of her chair. I stepped away from the limp form of my dead rival, a crossed the room to the twin glass doors that opened up on the exterior balcony beyond. I twisted the knobs and pulled the doors toward me, opening them, causing a brisk gust of wind to be drawn inward; I quickly pulled both occupied chairs to the open doors, positioning them at the [?] threshold, affording my Suzanne a sight of the beautiful, brillant sunset.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I love you Suzanne," I uttered, placing a final kiss upon her forehead. "And I always will."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her groans and writhings ceased. Within her eyes I saw a grim understanding. As well as an <strike>form of pleading in her eyes, not for her life</strike> expression I could not read.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I departed, taking not one look back, and closed the door behind me. I locked it, shambled down the echoing steps, then stepped out once again. I closed the door, pushed the key into the keyhole, and turned it, a resonating <i>click</i> hit my ears. I would never see that door open again until <strike>a number of decades later.</strike> decades passed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had told Lauren that her mother had left, and that I did not know where to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For reasons I cannot define, the buzzards never gathered at the top of the tower to devour the rotting flesh which they surely should have had easy access to inside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Six Decades have passed, and I am now an old man<strike>y</strike> of ninety-five. Lauren is sixty-six years old, married to a Joseph Andrew Arquette, and has had two children: Edward Solomon Arquette — twenty-six, David Emil Arquette — twenty-four. Edward in turn has a daughter: Maria Lauren Arquette, who is twelve, and possesses an unfortunate taste for that ungainly "Rock & Roll" pseudo-music. I have one daughter, two grandsons, and one great-grandaughter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continue to live in this decaying mansion, despite Lauren's misgivings, cared for by servants as if I were but an infant. I am a feeble ancient creature, mere dry parchment on a brittle frame, slowly decaying. Only my mind is still alert, still alive. I am aware that the lock unlatched itself, without a human hand's touch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>She</i> comes forward now. She is not how I imagined her. As a putrid, bloated corpse with green skin, blisters, and writhing maggots spilling from empty sockets. As an animate skeleton, clad only in decayed rags. She looks much as I do. An emaciated frame, brittle bone covered over with mummified flesh, relatively intact dress discoloured and fragile from age and rot, her hair dry as straw and devoid of its former sheen.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her eyes, round glassy orbs, which I expected to be filled with loathing and rage, possess instead sadness, regret ... and love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A grasp the left armchair with my arthritic talons, uttering a large gulp of panic. "I-is your lover with you, Suzanne?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">[Suzanne informs Steven that she has come back alone. She then explains to him that on the day he confronted her and Keaton in the tower, she hadn't brought Keaton there for a tryst, rather to break off their affair and rekindle her romance with Steven. She then tells him she harbours no resentment towards him for killing her. Steven then dies. Later, Steven & Suzanne's bodies are discovered later by family members, curled up together on the floor. The end.]</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-60558429313135685002020-07-29T20:39:00.000-07:002020-07-29T20:39:03.848-07:00George Lowell's Last Stand<div style="text-align: justify;">One of eleven surviving short stories/novellas I wrote in a roughly five-year period (2004-2008).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sequel to "The Crone-Maiden", it's just as pretentious and antisexual. To add injury to insult, there's a heaping shovelful of sexism on top of it. I never identified as an incel, and didn't even know the term at the time, but this story has all the tell-tale signs of underlying resentment towards beautiful women.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Original spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, omissions, and alterations have been preserved for your reading pleasure.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is it. Tonight will be the seventh night. She will come, she will knock, she will ultimately force her way within to get at me. Tho-ugh I am severely weak, I will resist her power; I will make my last stand.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her name is, or, perhaps I should say, <i>was</i>, Maria Cortez-Rodrieqez, a woman who is, and was, a woman of low moral fibre, a flirtatious brat of a female with vile thirsts and vile partners. Men desired her body, and she willingly gaze her body to them, allowing them perimission to perform any obscene sexual act upon her which they wished to utilise. Her darkness, her amorality, or perhaps immorality, her utter disdain for the male sex and chastity both, attracted the unearthly entity which came and took her soul as its own.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At some point in the recent past, <i>something</i> crossed over from a location unreachable to us to our world, from beyond our very universe<strike>,</strike>. At some point it found Ms. Cortez-Rodrigez, returning from her night shift at <i>Escher P<strike>y</strike>sychiatric Haspital</i>, and entered her physical form itself, possessing it, and obtaining complete control. It found, more or less, a willing host in this physically attractive Latino woman, whose dark thoughts were apparently not at odds with its own. Whatever its initial goal upon reachingEarth was, I believe that <strike>agenda</strike> concern has possibly been already taken care of.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For unknown reasons, she began <strike>to</strike> attempts to seduce me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ever since I had lived within this apartment complex I have known her, since she is my neighbour; however, I am of physical traits substandard, below her taste <strike>r</strike>in regards to masculine physical charms, and she had never before expressed an interest in me. Yet now she had begun to flirt with me, to speak <strike>in</strike> of risque subjects in seductive tones, put light touches upon me, and flaunt her body suggestively to me in revealing items of clothing. Regardless of her advances, I denied her. She had had no power over me. She <i>would not</i> have any power over me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I had not gratified myself, alone within the privacy of my ch-ambers with her in my thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am but a mortal, sinful man, imperfect and always short of true glory. I had vainly resisted physical fornication with her, but I had not seen mental sexual congress and immoral or detestable. Yet as I climaxed that first time, in my mind's eye I saw her elegant features twist into a grotesque [?]alistic sneer of triumph, and I knew she had won; I was hers, I had lost, and I collapsed in sudden weakness. The next night commenced with the first of the physical <strike>se</strike>intercoarse; she forced her way into my room, undressed, and I willingly caressed her smooth, shiny curves as she drained more of my life from me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sessions of sex continued with each night. And know it is the seventh. I will die if she is penetrated once more. So, with my last vestiages of strength, I have retrieved the shotgun and shells from my bedroom closet, and now wait here at the end of the hall, opposite the main door, the barrel levelled. I now hear a loud rap upon the wood, a husky address, then more raps upon the door.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly, the door is forced in, and a sexy Latino woman bounds in, pulling open her nuse's uniform to exposed round, voluptous breasts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I pull back the trigger, and her head disappears in a red mist.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The End</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-40995840044870361342020-07-27T17:26:00.000-07:002020-07-27T17:26:09.730-07:00The Crone-Maiden<div style="text-align: justify;">One of eleven surviving short stories/novellas I wrote in a roughly five-year period (2004-2008).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a prime example of the junk I was producing at the time. I had recently discovered Lovecraft and immediately took to emulating his style. Or trying to emulate; I was a sixth-rate hack, plain and simple, using my small vocabulary of big words to prop up subpar writing. The sex-negativity is also strong with this one; another distasteful quality of my writing which I've thankfully overcome. Plus a bonus demerit for "hauntingly sensual pseudo-Teutonic"; this prose is so purple it's bruised. 😬</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Original spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, omissions, and alterations have been preserved for your reading pleasure.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are many universes parallel to our own. Each of these universes is very much like ours, but each one differs in ways either subtle or profound. In a myriad of realities exists worlds counterpart to our Earth, orbiting a sun or suns, often populated with humans (or human subspecies). On a number of planes, including that of our world, sci-ence holds sway; and the forces of magic are oppressed, kept in states of ineptitude and relative impotence. On others, though, the reverse is true.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The quantum universe the Crone-Maiden calls home is one such world.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Born originally from the same progenitor universe ours ultimately ties its origins to, this alternate Earth possesses the exact principals which govern our continuum; yet history there is widely divergent from our own, and the languages and cultures known to us have no counter-parts there. It is a technologically degraded society, dominated by feudalism, and the rise in atheism and rationalism has turned many of the spiritually hungry toward nature worship and self-denial.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You may now ask how I know of the existance of this universe, and the details of. Let it be said that there are many special projects sanctioned by the United States Government, the existance of which remains intentionally undisclosed to the general public. The project I was assigned to dealt with experiments involving wormholes and the manipulation of the fabric of spacetime. In on particular experiment, there was a horrific accident, killing many scientists, and depositing me into a rip in spacetime.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the blink of an eye, travelling faster than the speed of light without truly travelling faster than the speed of light, I took an extradimensional trip sideways through time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I landed in a fi<strike>f</strike>lthy bog pond located with a dark bower on the far side of the world. The journey had left me disoriented and nauseous, and the birth into this world had been turbulent; thus, I slipped into semi consciousness. I pitifully flailed my arms about as liquid slip over my fingertips, and water entered my lungs. Just as my vision was obscured, I glimpsed a hazey white mirage located within the treeline beyond the pool's shore. I sank forever, and the murrky brown-green around me went red, then black, as I felt a nearly indiscernible touch on my hand.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strike>Somehow</strike></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Somehow, I had not died. When I awoke, I found myself dry before a popping and snapping camp fire, laying amongst the trees, yards from the pond I had landed in. And I was not alone. Before me, on the opposite side of the orange blaze, stood a woman. I started, and scrambled back-ward a number of inches.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She stood there unmoving, her gaze upon me. She was a tall, young woman with an appearance of twenty-six years of age. She possessed striking Scand<strike>a</strike>inavian features: long, straight blonde hair encircling a face with high cheekbones and flowing down over slender shoulders, while piercing eyes of ice stood under near invisible eyebrows and over a straight Nordic nose, which in turn was stationed above a pair of full pink lips; her skin, which possessed a glow originating not from the flames, was pale, a soft peach which gave brillance to the white volumous robe she wore over her body.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her facial features lacked expression, yet her eyes stabbed with a ra-venous hunger. With a swift, effortless move she unfastened her obscuring robe, drawing it open and exposing <strike>me</strike> completely to me her naked body.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I gasped. Naturally, I would have turned away, pled to her to redress. Yet at that moment I was entranced, frozen, and suddenly aroused.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She was voluptous, all firm curves. Her body was flawless, her taut breasts and buttocks shaped and proportioned perfectly — neither too large nor too small. Her entire body below the neck was lacking altogether in body hair. Her radiant skin had a exotic shine to it, as if having been anointed with oils. Her robe <strike>hung</strike> loose and hanging from her arms, in a single lithe movement she glided toward me, lowering herself to the grass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Lay with me</i>, she drawled in a husky, seductive voice. The voice had not issued from her lips to my ears, but from her mind to mine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She removed my clothes as swiftly as she had her own, and thrust her body against mine; my erect organ penetrated her smooth, shaven, tight, orifice. She uttered a moan of ecstasy, a true moan, not one of tele-pathic origin. I ran my hands over her smooth, hairless body, fondling her firm bosom and posterior. We melted together, and she brought her robe up and over us, hiding our sex from the outside world. I cannot say how long we coupled. When we climaxed, she withdrew from me, a smile on her perfect lips.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>We have shared each other. You are mine.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With those words suddenly came an influx of images, thoughts, <i>memories</i>. As I grew aware o<strike>n</strike>f the gravity presented within these uploaded items of data, a horrendous dread seized me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is what I quickly learned to be the truth of this hauntingly sensual pseudo-Teutonic. Hundreds of years into the past of this universe separate from mine, this girl had once been human, an innocent daughter to a pair of kindly peasants until she had been seduced by a darkly hand-some man from outside her home village, a reputed sorceror who dabled in the black arts. He awoke in her heart lust, and stole from her her chas-tity and virginity; feuled by evil, she willingly devoted herself to her immortal lover and his diabolical practices, sacrificing her own parents upon a stone altar in his honour. They stayed in the village of her birth; in time, they came to be feared, and reproachable , their house avoided by all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the years went by, the townspeoples' hatred for the two demon-worshippers grew in potency. Though they had engaged in the most profane acts of inter-course, they had been unable to spawn any progeny. In order to fulfill their desire to pass their knowledge on to a younger generation (as well as for the ritual sacrifices they observed on a monthly basis) <strike>s</strike>they had begun to steal into the homes of parents, and kidnap their little ones. Finally, after <strike>finallu</strike> retrieving evidence that directly connected the two magicians with the missing children, a murderous mob organised, and came in a wave to their cottage weilding farming tools and flaming torches.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They forced their way into the dwelling, overturning tables cluttered with obscene objects and shelves stacked with tomes covered in obscure characters and frightful covers. They beat down the two lovers, then dragged them out in the open and into an animal cage. The riot forced open the basement door, where they found children, and the remains of children, huddled together in piles upon the stone floor covered in filth. The two criminals were given not any trial, but were instead led out into the forest depths by wagon, where their cage was ultimately unloaded. The carriage departed, and they were left to die <strike>within</strike> under the dark canopy of trees.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sorceror eventually died, from hunger and thirst; what became of the girl, I could not positively identify from the content I had absorbed, but I do know that in the wake of her husband's death, an unquenchable hatred arose with her, as did an undying addiction for vengeance. She embraced completely the powers of the dark side, was transformed, and in doing so lost any humanity that had remained in her after her slaying of her own parents. She became a living corpse, forever immortal and youthful, yet bound to the forest wherein her partner had met his end; if ever she were to cross beyond the trees of the woods, she would immediatly age and die. She was unable to return to the village, unable to exact her revenge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In time, she escaped the cage that had been her prison, and continued to develop her black magic. She knew she could not go to them, but, how-ever, they could come to her. A plan began to form.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She began a daily pattern in where she would build a large fire at the mouth of a cave she had located and begun to dwell within, the idea to attract any passersby within the forest in search of passible shelter. A year had passed since her lover's demise when she encountered her first wayward traveller, a homely young male amateur cartographer. She beck-oned to him telepathically, inviting him into the foul depths of the cave which smelled of <strike>ro</strike>decaying flesh and mould, where she seduced and lay with him, enslaving him forever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This procedure would commence anytime she encountered a man capable of intercourse. For years since her transformation, she would on occassion encounter vagabonds, exiles, disgraced and dejected theives, Sodomites, adulterers, murrderers, etc. Weakening their minds with her abilities and seducing them with promises of pleasure or power, she would have sex with them, and hold them for many da<strike>w</strike>ys, until their essence was spent and they became living corpses as she was; their minds would remain active, but they would have no control over their own bodies, which were commanded only by her to do one thing: bring living men to her, to increase the numbers of her minions and take her revenge against the members of the living.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tales of the living dead girl and her cadaverous servants, as relayed from escapees who had managed to avoid the fate of those undead forest-dwellers, begun to circulate amongst the villages and towns nearest to the forest. They came to know this undead and undying witch as the Crone-Maiden, as she was as ancient as she was youthful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I returned to reality as a sigh of satisfaction, a true vocalised one, escaped her lips. She rose to her feet, pulling her robe back into place and tying it shut, hiding her body once again within the sexless robe. I lay there, frozen and naked, breathing heavily from the sex and the terror that came with my newfound information.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You — you used me!" I stuttered, e<strike>x</strike>cstatic. "Took advantage —"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I merely released your inhibitions and gave you what you would have wanted</i>, she thought. <i>Your essence is spent for now, but in time you will be replenished, and we will experience each other once more.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And that is when my mind snapped. In a fraction of a second, I went from sane to frightened to completely and incurably insane. My throat tore as a frightful a<strike>m</strike>nimal howl escaped, and I was up and off before the pleased smile of my tormentor could vanish. All I could think of was my likely fate, and knew death was my only escape. I ran headlong back to the stagnant swamp pool, diving into the water and algae, fighting downward to the bottom, in hopes of drowning myself; as the liguid, I felt the slender but strong arms of the Crone-Maiden encircle me, attempting to haul me up and back to dry land.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly, I was elsewhere. I was still wet, but layed out upon a plat-form of titanium steel, not flounder<strike>e</strike>ing in filthy water. I was semi-conscious and full of nausea, yet I could make out dark shadows, damaged machinery, and smouldering corpses. Above and around me stood the forms of scientists in white l<strike>o</strike>aboratory coats; all wore, as near as I could tell, fearful and concerned expressions upon their faces.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Stu<strike>r</strike>rmer!" one obscurre visage uttered, his or her voice distorting as I slipped out of the conscious world. "What happened? Where did you..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The voice faded. Just as darkness overcame me, I turned over on my side; as I did so, a brittle, grey skeleton, clad in a white robe, came apart over me and scattered around the platform in pieces.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It would seem that the rip in spacetime that we had created had remained open after the initial incident, and had not seal<strike>d</strike>ed shut after I had passed through into the alternate reality. When I had raced back into the pond in search of death, I had stumbled into the rip which had originally brought me there, and returned to my familar world. It would seem that as the Crone-Maiden had caught me, she as well had gone through to the portal. As she was bound by magic to the forest, when she left her entire universe for mine, she aged rapidly and was nothing more than bones when we arrived. The author-ities never did learn about the nature of the female skeleton, or where I had gone; the rip had never closed, so the goverment cancelled the project, and had the base closed down and put under heavy guard.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for myself, I never did recover. I am as mad now as I was mad then. For you see, although the Crone-Maiden's physical form had ceased to function, <i>she was not dead!</i> My initial ramblings upon regaining consciousness after my return led me to my com<strike>it</strike>mittal to an insane asylum. I was put in straight jacket and padded cell <strike>to</strike> in order to protect me from myself, yet nothing could protect my dreams from her visitations! My first night there, I was visited by the Crone-Maiden within my troubled nightmares, where she slept with me again, and has been doing ever since; she is as beautiful as she was in life, and as pleasurable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But now she tells me that she tires of incorpereal existence and incorporeal lovemaking! She desires to dwell within the natural world again, to have intercourse with live flesh!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, at this moment, I hear the sound of the door of the padded cell unlock<strike>e</strike>ing; and watch as it swings inward. In steps a woman in a white nurse's uniform. She closes the door, locks it, and turns to me. She is visibly dissimiliar from the Crone-Maiden I remember, a Latino with <strike>long</strike> black hair, brown eyes, and an olive complexion; yet she is tall, and as alluring.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I just want to say," she uttered, as she began to unbutton her dress. "I never planned to absorb you into the ranks of my living dead slaves. You are not of the stock that killed my husband and dis-graced me, thus you were never subject to my venegence. You were meant to be my new bridegroom, and I was to place within you eternal life. You and I would have ruled the forests together, and took of the flesh of the living together. Now that cannot be. But I can still give you solice, some comfort to make the rest of your life in imprisonment somewhat easier. Do not worry, my love, I will visit you often, and give you vast pleasure until the day you die."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She pulled open her uniform, exposing a smooth, shiny voluptous body of firm curves and hairless features. She le<strike>f</strike>t the white clothing drop to the padded floor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I scream now, as she comes to me, forcing my pants down, my mind shattering further, thankfully, into animal nonsen<strike>t</strike>tience.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The End</div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-90726256716175987832020-07-18T00:52:00.002-07:002021-12-20T04:22:37.600-08:00Stargate Reimagined: Part II (Rough Draft/Fragment)<div style="text-align: justify;">I completed my first draft of <i>Stargate Reimagined: Part I</i> in July 2016. Almost a year later, I began writing <i>Part II</i>, but quickly pushed it aside due to all the stuff I had on my plate at the time. Almost three years later, I'm finally ready to get back to work on the script.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What follows is the incomplete rough draft I wrote in 2017. It consists of a recap of <i>Part I</i>, the opening titles, and a single scene introducing Samantha Carter. I'll be taking the story down a different direction from the one I initially envisioned, so most of this won't carry over into the first draft.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE IN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the Haru Guard SIHATHOR standing within the pyramid on the planet Abdju, a pendant bearing the Eye of Atum held up to the iridescent black stargate rising before him. Behind him, crumpled upon the floor, is CAPTAIN JACK O'NEAL of the United States Air Force.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the pendant glows in Sihathor’s hand, the nine panels on the stargate bearing the symbols for Earth light up. Within a second the entire stargate powers up, unleashing a geyser blast of glowing quicksilver to form a bridge back to Terra.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Sihathor stands there, basking in the silver light of the rippling puddle, O’Neal picks himself up and staggers over to an energy rifle lying upon the floor. Picking it up, he takes aim, wavers on unsteady knees, then fires. The plasma bolt blasts right through the bomb’s arming mechanism, disabling it automatically. Spinning around, Sihathor finds O’Neal standing there with the rifle in hand. Growling, he takes a running leap for the captain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. <u>LADY OF SLAUGHTER</u>/FAIZAH’S CHAMBERS -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aboard the starship perched atop the pyramid, FAIZAH, first prime of the war goddess Sekhmet, strides forward, dark folds of her brown robe unfurling behind her like the wings of a fallen angel as she approaches SHA’URE, a young Abdjuan woman. Battered but alert, Sha’ure scurries backward, fishing around inside her robes until she gets her hands on a pistol. As she pulls it out, Faizah lunges, seizing the girl’s wrist in her right hand, knocking her aim off as she pulls the trigger. Activating the punishment jewel worn over her palm, the demigoddess begins to rearrange the atoms in Sha’ure’s forearm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SHA’URE: <u>NGHAAAAAAH!!!</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Faizah releases Sha’ure’s arm before the jewel can work any serious damage, taking a step back as the Nagadan girl cradles her wrist in agony, evaluating the helpless creature. Faizah brings her hand up again, reactivating the punishment jewel -- not to realign the molecules of Sha’ure’s body this time, but to pulverize it into the floor with a force blast.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DANIEL: <u>No!</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Collecting himself, Egyptologist DANIEL JACKSON rushes headlong for Faizah, but the demigoddess is quick to redirect her blast, knocking him back as he comes within reach of her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FAIZAH: (frowns) I am no longer amused.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Leaving Sha’ure where she lies, Faizah moves over to Daniel. Crouching over him, she seizes the crown of his head in her right hand, engaging the dark jewel within the centre of her palm to deliver him a most grisly finale.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. PYRAMID/STARGATE CHAMBER -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’Neal seizes Sihathor in a bear hug as he comes to him. Wheeling him around, the captain then headbutts him, breaking the Haru Guard’s nose and knocking his head back. Using fists, knees, and elbows, O’Neal turns the tables against Faizah’s first. Locking his leg around Sihathor’s, he brings the Haru Guard crashing down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pinning Sihathor in place, O’Neal then brings his heavy, armoured boot down on his throat, crushing it, bringing this conflict to a close.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. <u>LADY OF SLAUGHTER</u>/FAIZAH’S CHAMBERS -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Faizah and Daniel are locked together, her hand upon his head, the energies of her punishment jewel wreaking havoc upon his nervous system, paralysing him in place. Daniel’s very face begins to ripple, the molecules swelling and contracting. Within seconds, Daniel will be dead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sha’ure then comes to Daniel’s aid. Attacking Faizah, she elbows the larger woman in the back. Distracted, Faizah’s concentration breaks and the punishment jewel goes dim. Turning on her heel, she backhands Sha’ure across the face, sending her sprawling and quickly ending her role in this fight. With the matter-displacing energies of the punishment jewel no longer working upon him, however, Daniel’s been bought the opportunity he needs. Lunging at Faizah, Daniel sends his hand forth, plunging it deep into her abdominal pouch. Pulling out a white worm -- Faizah's prim’ta -- Daniel tosses the alien creature clear across the room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FAIZAH: <u>NGHAAAAAAH!!!</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All thoughts of anything else forgotten, Faizah’s rushes over to the prim’ta, intent on preserving its health. Daniel and Sha’ure are quick to use this opportunity to escape.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. PYRAMID/ANTECHAMBER -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’Neal steps into the antechamber, dragging the dead form of Sihathor behind him. Bringing it around, he deposits it directly beneath the inactive ring transporter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’NEAL: Give my regards to the Pussy Queen, asshole.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The captain presses down on the colourless crystal adorning his left gauntlet, activating the ring transporter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. <u>LADY OF SLAUGHTER</u>/BRIDGE -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Having returned to the bridge, Daniel and Sha’ure head on over to the ring transporter. Climbing atop the platform, they then hear the mindless raging of Faizah in the distance. Entering the chamber, face red and contorted with rage, the demigoddess charges them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ring transporter activates at that very moment. White light shining up from the platform under their feet, the five iridescent black rings of the ring transporter rise up to surround the pair, cutting Faizah off from them. With a flash of silver light, they are teleported away, Sihathor’s severed head taking their place upon the platform.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Faizah ROARS.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. PYRAMID/ANTECHAMBER -- TWILIGHT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ring transporter disengages. Daniel and Sha’ure find themselves back down inside the pyramid. O’Neal is there waiting for them, face hard, the pendant clasped in his hand. Sha’ure recoils when she spots the decapitated body lying at their feet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. PYRAMID/STARGATE CHAMBER -- EVENING</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’Neal, Daniel, and Sha’ure enter the stargate chamber. The stargate has returned to its dormant state, the connection to Earth severed. Raising the pendant up before the gate, the captain closes his eyes, his brow furrowing as he concentrates. In moments the Eye of Atum glows anew and the stargate reopens.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’NEAL: (hands pendant to Daniel) It’s a key to the stargate. It can open the door to Earth. It can probably open other doors, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Taking Sha’ure by the arm, Daniel takes a step forward toward the gate. She stops him from stepping through, though, when she hears a GROAN. Leaving the gate, they walk over to MASTER SERGEANT ADAM KAWALSKY. Picking Kawalsky’s limp form up between them, Daniel and Sha’ure head for the stargate. They only stop when they notice O’Neal isn’t joining them. Indeed, he has turned his attentions to the bomb. A makeshift dead man’s switch has been jury-rigged into the weapon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DANIEL: (dumbfounded) I thought we agreed to dismantle the gate on the other side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’NEAL: And you will. That’s <u>your</u> job now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Taking hold of the switch, O’Neal engages it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’NEAL: (cont’d) I’m gonna stay here, make sure this goes off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel is ready to protest, but the captain silences him with a steely gaze.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O’NEAL: (face softens) I’ll be seeing you around, Dr. Jackson.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Resigned to the captain’s decision, Daniel exchanges solemn glances with Sha’ure. Together, Kawalsky held between them, they step through the stargate, leaving the pyramid and the whole of Abdju behind for all time. 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CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/EMBARKATION ROOM -- DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel, Sha’ure, and Kawalsky are spewed from the gate into the dark abyss of the embarkation room in the Creek Mountain military installation. Hitting the ramp, they take a roll, tumbling end-over-end until they come to a stop near the base.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After tending to Sha’ure as her first bout of gate sickness takes hold, after checking Kawalsky to make certain the sergeant suffered no further injuries transiting through the stargate, Daniel turns to look upon the glowing doorway which links Earth with Abdju. There then is a sudden burst of intense white light and that link is violently severed, casting them in pitch darkness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CROSSFADE TO & PAN ACROSS</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The details of an inactive stargate.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TITLE: STARGATE II</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">ZOOM OUT</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To reveal this stargate is installed within a dark, frozen chamber of extraterrestrial design.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">FADE TO</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A shot of the moon hanging ghostly in the clear blue sky.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">ZOOM OUT & PAN DOWN</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To a panoramic shot of an archaeological excavation site centred around a partially unearthed Egyptian-style temple situated in a desert landscape of large dunes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SUPERIMPOSE: "THE RUB' AL KHALI, FOUR MONTHS LATER"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. TEMPLE/ANTECHAMBER -- DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The antechamber, without doors or windows, sealed since construction, is dark. That darkness, undisturbed for eight millennia, is quickly dispersed as shaped charges in the north wall go off, blowing the wall in and admitting dim light from the other side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As loose stones and debris are cleared out of the way, FIVE INDIVIDUALS enter the antechamber, all attired in the Airman Battle Uniform of the USAF. Leading this outfit, heavy-duty flashlight in hand, is CAPTAIN SAMANTHA CARTER, commanding officer of this operation. Though blonde, blue-eyed, and very beautiful, Carter is no stereotypical Hollywood ditz. Everything about the captain's manner -- her relaxed but disciplined stance, her keen, attentive gaze -- indicates she is quite the intelligent, resourceful woman.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The south wall of the chamber, unlike the surrounding walls of bare, unadorned stone, is decorated with a beautiful, intricate mosaic of precious gemstones. This mosaic, circular in pattern, surrounds a round depression set three-fourths of the way down the length the wall, at about chest height.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CARTER: Lieutenant.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">LIEUTENANT ROBERT ROTHMAN, Carter's archaeological consultant, motions for an airman to come over. The airman steps up to Rothman, a small, latched case in his hands. Opening the lid, Rothman reveals what appears to be an oversized, jewel-encrusted gold doorknob nestled inside. Taking the "doorknob", the lieutenant turns and gingerly approaches the decorated wall. Bringing the knob forth, he slides it into the depression; its jewels come alive with varicoloured light.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CARTER: Careful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rothman takes a folded print-out from his left breast pocket. Unfolding it, following the archaic Arabic instructions, he begins cautiously turning the knob. Counter-clockwise; clockwise; clockwise; counter-clockwise. Once he has finished entering the combination, the mosaic lights up, glowing along with the knob. Pulling the knob free from the depression, the lieutenant steps back as the wall slides up into the ceiling.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">INT. TEMPLE/BURIAL CHAMBER -- DAY</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Carter and her men enter the burial chamber. The chamber is circular, devoid of decoration, empty save for the stone sarcophagus at its heart. Approaching the sarcophagus, the Americans find a coffin inside. Decorated with gems and hieroglyphs, arms crossed over its chest, it brings to mind the gorgeous coffins used by the pharaohs. Unlike the pharaonic coffins, however, its been carved from dark gray naqahdah, its non-humanoid face bearing a long, curved snout and long, flat-topped ears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CARTER: (rests hand on coffin) Magnificent….</div></div>Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-59803008296395724522020-04-18T20:55:00.000-07:002020-04-18T21:01:27.530-07:00Inner Beauty<div style="text-align: justify;">
One of eleven surviving short stories/novellas I wrote in a roughly five-year period (2004-2008).</div>
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This is one of my better short stories of the time, to the point, without most of the pseudo-Lovecraftian purple prose which defined my writing at the time. The wording's still cumbersome, the narrative saturated in the antisexuality and misogyny I was harbouring at the time.</div>
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With the removal of the last of the stubble, he discarded the razor, letting it splash and sink through the scummy, tepid water to the bottom of the porcelain sink. He picked up his guaranteed method of protection, like more than a <i>yammaka</i> fashioned from aluminum foil, and placed it over his freshly shaven scalp; over this he placed a wig of brown hair, maneuvering it into position, making certain it cover<strike>ing</strike>ed the silver metal and appeared as nothing other than true human hair. Making certain everything was perfect in the mirror, he reached out a flipped a switch, casting the small bathroom into darkness. He stepped out of the bathroom; pulling from his pocket as he did so a small blue cell phone; he flipped it open, dialled the desired <strike>cell</strike> phone number, then brought it up to his ear. After three short rings, there was a click as someone picked up.</div>
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"Astarte?" he inquired.</div>
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"Yeah, speaking," the feminine voice replied.</div>
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"A heard from a friend about the services you provide."</div>
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"Really?" the voice took on a seductive quality.</div>
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"I could use a friend tonight."</div>
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"Give me your name and adress, sweet putz," she cooed.</div>
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He gave it.</div>
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"Be there in a while crocodile," she uttered. The line then went dead.</div>
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He smiled, then closed the phone and returned it to his pocket. He entered his living room, and took a seat upon his sofa and waited. Twenty minutes passed, and a ring issued from the doorbell. He pushed himself up and off the sofa, walked to the door, and opened it. There, standing at the threshold, was an alluring Goth woman; her piercing blue eyes contrasted with her eye shadow, pale skin, and dyed-black hair, clad in a black tank top, leather wristbands, black leather miniskirt and thigh-high leather boots. A penagram and inverted crucifix hung from her neck.</div>
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She stepped inside, giving a wink and a smile as she chewed blue bubble gum. "Where and how you want it?"</div>
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"In the bathroom," he uttered, butterflies crawling about the interior of his stomach. "I like taking girls from behind, but I like to watch their faces in the mirror" as I do it."</div>
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"Sure, hon," she winked again. She walked into the bathroom, activating the light as she did so.</div>
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She pulled down her miniskirt, revealing a tantalising firm posterior clad in a jet black thong; she positioned herself over the sink and spread her legs.</div>
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"Take me hard," she moaned, a sigh escaping her lips. "Hard and <i>slow</i>."</div>
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He smiled, teeth revealing themselves. He reached into the waistband of his pants behind him, and pulled out a gleaming chrome .44 Magnum, loaded and ready to fire. As Astarte waited for penetration, black-lidded eyes closed, he took careful aim, and pulled the trigger. The weapon recoiled in his hand, and the loud resonating <i>bang</i> pained his ears. Her torso disintegrated in a fountain of blood and innards, few of the tissues actually human. Along with drops of crimson, fluid the colour of lilacs splashed the walls, light, and mirror. As the slain woman collapsed, inhuman tentacles spilled out, twitching slightly before going still.</div>
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He wiped a string of extraterrestrial tissue off from his forehead, smiling at having rid the <strike>world of a deadly alien creature</strike> world of the alien parasite.</div>
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This past October, I shared <a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2019/10/bartman-vs-destroyer.html">"Bartman vs. The Destroyer"</a>, a transcript of a short story I wrote for my fifth grade class back in 1997. I decided I would be remiss if I didn't then share scans of the actual physical copy, as they came complete with crude, partially coloured illustrations.</div>
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Even with illustrations providing context, the story remains nonsensical if you haven't read the Bartman comics I wrote in 1996-1998 or know about Bubblehead, the anthropomorphic bubble character I created in '97. I can only imagine what the teacher made of it after I handed it in to her.</div>
Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-54974835434611493942019-11-08T01:26:00.000-08:002019-11-10T01:35:39.621-08:00Dementia 6<div style="text-align: justify;">
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On Adolf Hyla's painting, <u>The Divine Mercy</u>.</div>
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GHOST OF ROD SERLING: (V.O.) In the beginning was the word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God, all things were made through him, and without him was not everything made that was made.</div>
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The <u>Divine Mercy</u> is suddenly replaced with William Blake's etching, <u>The Ancient of Days</u>.</div>
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GHOST OF ROD SERLING: (V.O.; cont'd) But we aren't going to talk about that God today, for this tale is set in a universe created by an altogether different god.</div>
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A montage of paintings depicting the six Biblical days of creation plays out across the screen.</div>
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GHOST OF ROD SERLING: (V.O.): In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters.</div>
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An image of Linda Blair's face from <u>The Exorcist</u> exploding.</div>
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TITLE CARD: DEMENTIA 6</div>
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INT. NAIAD & RAZE'S HOME/LIVING ROOM — NIGHT</div>
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On the interior of a living room. The living room — painted in various shades of brown — is very spartan, adorned only with a few bits of furniture, a single tall lamp, and a sepia-toned photograph of Vincent Price hung upon the wall.</div>
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In an uncomfortable-looking metal chair sits NAIAD, a pretty twenty-something redhead. She keeps her hands folded in her lap with her legs closed tightly together. Wearing a blue-&-white polka dot dress, white apron with lacy pink trim, and large unwholesome smile, Naiad is the picture of the typical '50s proletarian housewife.</div>
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NAIAD: (singing) Lollipop, lollipop. O lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop!</div>
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Parting her legs, Naiad reaches under her dress, withdraws a purple popsicle, and proceeds to suck it.</div>
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RAZE'S VOICE: (O.C.) I hope you brought enough to share with the rest of the class, young lady!</div>
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To RAZE, Naiad's husband, who stands in the living room's open doorway. Wearing black suspenders, red flannel work shirt, brown bowler cap, and large unwholesome smile, Raze is the picture of the typical '50s proletarian drunkard.</div>
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NAIAD: (stuffs popsicle back under dress; jumps to feet) Ooh, Raze! My darling, darling, darling, <u>darling</u> husband!</div>
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RAZE: (takes off & tosses aside bowler; embraces Naiad) Naiad! My lovely, lovely, lovely, <u>lovely</u> bride! You're looking swell!</div>
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Naiad & Raze begin jitterbugging around the living room floor.</div>
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NAIAD: Did you pick up your cheque?</div>
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RAZE: No! That goof boss of mine didn't give it to me! He says I've been jacking off on the job!</div>
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NAIAD: But everyone jacks off on the job! It relieves tension!</div>
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RAZE: Yeah, but he's a real Kellogg.</div>
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NAIAD: Well, I don't care so long as you still love me.</div>
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RAZE: (annoyed) What's this beatnik noise I'm hearing‽</div>
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NAIAD: It's not beatnik noise, dear. It's from the '90s. There are no beatniks in the '90s.</div>
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RAZE: I don't care! It's horrid! Turn it off!</div>
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Crestfallen, Naiad stops jiggerbugging and crosses over to the Victrola. Taking the record off the turntable, she throws it against the wall, shattering it.</div>
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Suddenly, a villainous-looking black man in a white suit, white cape, white mustache, white monocle, and white top hat crashes through a wall. This is LORD FAWDOR, Naiad & Raze's landlord.</div>
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LORD FAWDOR: Rent! <u>Rent!</u> Non-circulating pennies, nickels, dimes — four loonies and a toonie!</div>
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RAZE: No rent.</div>
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NAIAD: No rent.</div>
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LORD FAWDOR: <u>I'm</u> the rent.</div>
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Fawdor collapses to his knees.</div>
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LORD FAWDOR: <u>NOOOO!!!</u></div>
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INT. LORD FAWDOR'S PORN STUDIO/SET — TWILIGHT</div>
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Fawdor sits in his director's chair, a cameraman beside him. Naiad & Raze are on the set, the REANIMATED CORPSES of JOHN HOLMES & SHYLA STYLEZ performing with them. Naiad is tied down to a mechanical bull, helpless as John force-feeds her blood sausage after blood sausage. Raze, chained to a pillar, is forced to watch while Shyla, crouched down between his spread legs, chugs down a 1-litre bottle of cream soda. Taking in more than she can swallow, she reels around and spews cream soda all over John and Naiad.</div>
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Fawdor grins with malevolent malice.</div>
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Naiad & Raze stand at the bus stop alone, clothes tattered and sticky with dried cream soda, eyes dark, haunted.</div>
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NAIAD: Yes, hon?</div>
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RAZE: How come <u>you</u> never drink my cream soda?</div>
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NAIAD: I'm allergic. Allergic to cream soda.</div>
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Fawdor is busy splitting and splicing reels of film when he hears a knock at the door. Leaving his equipment, he goes to answer it. On the other side stands NICOLAS CAGE in a black Superman costume.</div>
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SUPERCAGE: Up, up, and away!</div>
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Supercage sends a right hook into Fawdor's chin. Fawdor's head is punched clean off, sent crashing through the ceiling, leaving the raw neck stump to gush bright red blood.</div>
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Fawdor's head achieves escape velocity.</div>
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LORD FAWDOR: My God! It's full of stars!</div>
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Fawdor's head jumps to hyperspace.</div>
Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-548166336345666022019-11-06T01:30:00.002-08:002019-11-06T01:38:57.078-08:00Star Wars: Episode ΑΩ – A Certain Point of View (A Fragment)<div style="text-align: justify;">
So here I am again, submitting another <i>Star Wars</i>-related post.</div>
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I've tried my damnedest this past year to renounce <i>Star Wars</i>, sever all ties to the series, and move on. I gave away every SW-related item I owned — all novels, comics, and movies (even the the GOUT copy of TESB I spent $47 on). Yet even after all that, in spite of the pervading, persisting loathing I hold towards the vast majority of the franchise, I still love <i>Star Wars</i>. I still love the aesthetics; I love the music; I love Luke, Leia, Han, <i>et al</i>.; I love what <i>Star Wars</i> was; I love what <i>Star Wars</i> could've been. Despite all my efforts to kill it, <i>Star Wars</i> lives still inside me. (The deletion of most of my SW content looks even more foolhardy and regrettable now.)</div>
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But I can't love <i>Star Wars</i> as it is, and I can't be the <i>Star Wars</i> fan I used to be. Evolution is a fact of life; that which can't adapt dies. For this <i>Star Wars</i> fan and his version of <i>Star Wars</i> to survive, they must evolve in parallel.</div>
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Last month, I started working on a condensed, streamlined, nonlinear, 9-in-1 retelling of the ST/OT/PT told solely from the POV of Rey/Luke/Anakin. I first considered doing it in the form of a collage novel — editing excerpts from the film novelizations into a new whole, complete with isolated, altered panels taken from the comic adaptations. Since I no longer own any novelizations/comics and wasn't able to acquire digital copies of all of them, I resorted to the tried-and-true method of screenwriting, which is less ambitious but less difficult. In the end, my interest in the concept fizzled out and I put it to bed.</div>
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I've since decided I'm going to try again at <a href="https://divergentuniverses.blogspot.com/2019/09/if-i-rebooted-it-final-outline-from-ex.html">an OT rewrite</a>. Though it isn't going to be as radical as my original concept, it'll still be significantly different from Lucas' OT. Work on it is presently underway, though I'm taking my time with it and it'll be a while before I'm confident enough in what I've written to present any excerpts. 'Til that time arrives, here is <i>Star Wars: Episode ΑΩ – A Certain Point of View</i> in all its truncated glory.</div>
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EXT. SPACE</div>
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TITLE CARD: The Milky Way Galaxy, a long time from now….</div>
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A vast sea of stars serves as the main backdrop for the main title, followed by a quote.</div>
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STAR WARS</div>
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EPISODE ΑΩ</div>
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A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW</div>
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"What is, is without."</div>
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— The Corbet Dictum</div>
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To Jakku, a dingy rust-coloured planet wreathed in black smog.</div>
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Two small white starcraft — a pair of hammer-shaped Corellian corvettes — race through space towards the planet. In their wake follows a titanic wedge-shaped battlecruiser, a <u>Resurgent</u>-class Star Destroyer. As the three vessels emerge into full view, we see the Star Destroyer is a decommissioned wreck, scarred with grievous damage, carried in tow behind the corvettes by way of tractor beam.</div>
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As they near Jakku, the corvettes disengage their tractor beams and veer off, allowing the Star Destroyer to continue forward on its own momentum. As the corvettes slip away together into hyperspace, the Star Destroyer pierces the planet's atmosphere.</div>
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Tinted dark red behind the black pollution which keeps the planet in perpetual dusk, the sun of Jakku casts its maroon light upon the landscape. There are no natural landmarks in sight. From horizon to horizon, there are only hills and valleys of trash, streams and ponds of lubricants and coolants — the detritus of a dozen worlds and uncounted centuries. Despite this, life exists on this marginally habitable planet. Sparse pockets of hardy vegetation have sprung up amidst the debris; vermin call the innumerable crevices and hollows home; there are even people present — criminals, their offspring, their descendants — victims of a disproportionate justice which does not recognize acquittal or parole.</div>
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The Star Destroyer passes down through the sky. Red-hot from the uncontrolled entry, the pollution surrounding it has ignited, leaving a fiery trail in the sky which burns brighter than the shrouded sun. Those persons outside to witness this event shield their gaze, eyes unaccustomed to such brilliance. It is the last thing they will ever do in their benighted lives.</div>
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The Star Destroyer strikes the ground with the force of a nuclear weapon. With a white-hot flash, everything inside hundreds of kilometres is annihilated.</div>
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A metal sheet is pulled open to reveal the concealed face of a SCAVENGER.</div>
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In an upside-down, canted corridor, the scavenger is busy. Clad in a patched-together protective suit and opague filtration mask, a large pack and metal staff strapped to their back, a dim headlamp providing them the only illumination in this dark space, the scavenger is consumed with the task of removing mechanical components from inside a wall.</div>
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Finding a potentially valuable piece, the scavenger drops it in a satchel at hand. Slinging the bag over their shoulder, they shimmy down a cable, between treacherous walls of corroded machinery.</div>
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Alone and tiny in this massive, sideways wreck, the scavenger descends, climbing down a long cable. They land hard onto rusty metal.</div>
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Booty in tow, the scavenger climbs over enormous pipes in the vast space, heading through the dust toward a distant slit of lesser darkness.</div>
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The scavenger emerges. Sucking water from a feeding tube, they find their reservoir drained. Coaxing the final drops of moisture from the tube into their mouth, the scavenger looks to the horizon. Several kilometres into the distance but moving fast is a tremendous wall of wind-churned grit. It would not do to be caught in the open when that storm hits.</div>
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Leaving the wreck, the scavenger descends a slope of debris, taking care to maintain balance as loose bits shift under their weight. Reaching the bottom, the scavenger jogs over to their rusted ATV. Jumping atop, they fire the sputtery engine and head off.</div>
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The scavenger speeds along the trash floor, through a graveyard of discarded starships.</div>
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EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST — DAY</div>
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The scavenger's ATV passes us, heading for a grimy shanty town. Originally a series of connected prefab shelters, expanded with the addition of jury-rigged spacecraft sections, the hermetically sealed outpost serves as a place for refuelling and small trade.</div>
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ATV parked, the scavenger unfastens the large sack of heavy found objects from the back. With the vigor of a tough seaman, the scavenger hauls the sack from their ATV to the front gate.</div>
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INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY</div>
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The inner airlock door slides open, admitting the scavenger inside. Sheltered from the toxic and caustic chemicals in the air outside, the scavenger pulls off the filtration mask, revealing the grimy, gaunt face of an otherwise beautiful young brunette. This is nineteen-year-old REY.</div>
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INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/CLEANING AREA — DAY</div>
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At one of the many cleaning tables, Rey scrubs clean her day's salvage. Glancing up, she looks at an old woman, also cleaning salvage. Rey watches her, and for a moment is lost in pensive thought. A passing dwarf underling barks something to her. She returns to work.</div>
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INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/TRADING STRUCTURE — DAY</div>
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Rey looks up to a service window. Two feet above her, behind a protective screen, is her boss, UNKAR PLUTT. Hideously bloated and disfigured by severe allergic reactions and infections, he's barely recognizable as human. He examines her pieces.</div>
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UNKAR PLUTT: What you've brought me today is worth ... hmmm ... one quarter portion.</div>
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Though disappointed, Rey barely shows it. She nods thanks. Plutt pushes through his transfer drawer a sealed packet: dried green meat in one section, beige powder in another. Swallowing her resentment, she takes it and heads off.</div>
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Rey's one-room domicile, "generously" provided her on-site by her boss. Everything she owns is reclaimed. She cooks for one. Does everything for one.</div>
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She opens the powder and moves to the makeshift wok where the green meat sizzles. She pours the powder into milky water in a tin and stirs it; it grows into a loaf as she puts the meat on an old plate. She grabs the loaf.</div>
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Every last drop consumed, the metal plate licked clean, Rey wipes her mouth. Reclining atop her cot, she gazes upon the opposing wall. Applied directly to the surface is a painting of her own creation. It is rough, limited to a palette of browns and yellows, yet surprisingly craftsmanlike. It depicts a desert vista from a planet Rey has never seen, the butterscotch sky supporting a pair of suns brighter in colour than the dull disc she has only known.</div>
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Duragizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14789050184196125792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930546020580345598.post-43322886982036618502019-10-18T03:14:00.000-07:002020-04-18T20:59:58.117-07:00Bartman vs. The Destroyer<div style="text-align: justify;">
What follows is the earliest surviving piece of fanfiction that I still have with me. I wrote it in the 5th Grade for a class assignment. It originally came with a prologue explaining the origin of the story's antagonist, but the teacher made me discard it for some reason. 😕</div>
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The spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, and batshittery are strong with this one. For those reasons, I'm sharing its beauty with the world. 😽</div>
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Bart simpson was at home lisenting to the radio he was lisenting to the rocking rock then a newsflash came.</div>
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we interupt this program for a newsflash wow said bart.</div>
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I heard on the radio a monster was on the loose then i heard a crunch and a scream and i turned into bartman.</div>
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And he flew to the rescuse springfield look more like hell every building was crused there was seven dead people 172 injured and a giant</div>
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Who are you?!</div>
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i am the destroyer then bartman shoot a tranguilizer dart it broke to 500 pieces</div>
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and then he got his turbo laser cannon and shot the destroyer in the head. Then the destroyer shoot acid out of his mouth and burned his costume then bartman flew to the place where he was hit by the comet. And grabbed a peace flew back. And threw it at the destroyer and the street blew up up. And he was back to normal. But then something moved through the trees first no one saw then the edge came out then the spaceship landed an alien came out and said hes wanted in the galaxy</div>
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meanwhile in a galaxy far far far away a living bubblee named bubble head was wathing and he said.</div>
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What next darth vader giveing you a kiss good night in realty porky pig or garfield but not today so t.thats all folks.</div>
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