10,000 VIEWS!!!! Technically 10,333. Also here's a great movie idea that you better not steal and some pics of me during an actual riot.

FLASH MOB

Ryan is a lifelong Torontonian, he's been living in the city for over thirty years and is jaded to all the city's festivals. After a month of city wide celebrations Ryan is ready for some peace and quiet as things settle back down. On this one average day however the city is uncharacteristically packed, people from all over the world have come on this nondescript day; filling the streets. There's something about the crowd that feels hostile, there's a nervous anticipation in the air that seems out of place. The crowd spills out onto the streets as the sun goes down, Ryan navigates the large gathering of people; he feel an unease in the air. There's a unnerving calm as the mass of people seems to be waiting for something, he notices an interconnectedness to the movements of the people. They're all checking their phones as though there's something they're all waiting for. The crowd looks off, these people are all hardened figures, no joy or kindness on any of their faces. Frankly, they all look like convicts, Ryan hurries his pace. There's something wrong about all of this. A sound makes its way across the crowd like a wave, a series of phones going off and alarms being rung. The sound is almost deafening, thousands of people, thousand of alarms going off. What follows is a single moment of quiet and then a blood curling roar of the crowd as they all in unison explode into violence. Thousands of people committing thousands of acts of random violence, tearing the city and it's people to shreds. Ryan is caught in the middle of the single largest act of planned terrorism in human history. All the evil, sick, twisted people in the world have descended upon his city, they found each other online on sites that only the most perverted people can stand to frequent. They're here to create chaos, they're here to murder, thieve and destroy everything in their path. Ryan and the city's citizens are caught in a hurricane of torture and madness, giving witness to the most horrible scenes of human cruelty. To survive, Ryan has to become as heartless as his attackers.

-Thomas Holler-

I was in the middle of a riot once, I walked out of my gym to find absolute chaos in the streets of Toronto. The G20 summit was in town and everyone freaked the hell out. Check this photo op.

That brown stuff is poo. Rioters threw bottles of poo through these windows. It STUNK.

One Minute Short Script About a LOSER.

I disappeared for a while, I don't want to get into why too much but a lot of my writing time has gone towards writing resumes and cover letters (I am employed but I'd like to try something else). It really is a creativity killer. Anyway here's what I am writing now:

Three One Minute Short Films

#1

Jeff is an average man walking down an average city street, he doesn't seem to have a direction or anyplace to go and his pace dictates that he's out for a stroll; just observing the world. He seems almost nervous amongst the crowds as they pass him by and there's a distance between him and those around him, while he see others interacting with each other he seems hesitant to make and real eye contact with anyone. He's depressed.

As he passes by a corner restaurant he sees a woman rush out the front door, his eyes lock to her. He's captivated by her, for a second he wants to call out to her and get her attention in some way but his introverted nature won't allow it. She's rushing anyway and he has no good reason to approach her and strike up a conversation. Deflating; he watches her walk away. As she crosses past him her glove falls out of her pocket and lands on the ground, she doesn't notice. She's actually quite far now, almost across the street. Jeff looks at the glove, normally he would just call out that she dropped something but she's so far away. In order to return her glove would take a big gesture, he'd have to pick it up chase after her and shout her down to get her to stop and turn around. For Jeff that's not something that comes easily. He wants to, he sees the glove and the woman but his nature is still holding him back. He's trying to talk himself into it, there isn't much time left. Jeff in a moment of breakthrough steps outside of himself and steps towards the glove sitting on the street. He's excited. He's really going to go for it for the very first time, he's nervous as he steps towards it and begins to reach for it. He's startled back by the sudden appearance of someone else, some man. The man noticed the dropped glove and came running out of the restaurant after the woman, he strides confidently as he scoops up the glove off the concrete. The man runs across the street with a smile and shouts to this beautiful stranger, displaying the kind of confidence that Jeff can only wish for. She turns to him, Jeff can't hear what they say but her embarrassed smile says more than enough. They laugh, he makes her laugh, Jeff watches. She touches his arm, they laugh, Jeff watches. They walk away down the street together, Jeff watches. Jeff puts his hands back in his pockets, he looks around at the people outside; no one gives any indication that they notice him. Jeff walks away, head down.

THIS CAME OUT OF MY BRAIN!

HOUSE ARRESTED - An internet series about a group of guys under house arrest and the dumb officer who's in charge of them.

CONRAD (mean), ANDRE (clever), BENJAMIN (innocent), JEREMEY (psycho).


Webcam - Officer Carp's room

OFFICER CARP

This is police constable Allan Carp with a video report for the stabbing attack that occurred recently at this location. The attack involved BENJAMIN Baroney who was the victim in this incident, BENJAMIN was convicted of being an accessory to a felony. His attacker was JEREMEY Fish who's under psychic evaluation while staying here. He's diagnosed as an extreme schizophrenic. This incident was as follows.  

Security footage - Kitchen table - BENJAMIN and JEREMEY are eating lunch, JEREMEY is taking keen interest in BENJAMIN.

JEREMEY

There's goblins inside you.

BENJAMIN looks perplexed, he tries to ignore it. JEREMEY makes him uncomfortable.

JEREMEY

I hate goblins. They get inside you and take your food away.

BENJAMIN

Hey, have you been taking your medication?

ANDRE runs into the room, he's worried and grabs a nearby broom as a weapon. 

ANDRE

JEREMEY, you're taking your medication right?

JEREMEY doesn't answer, his eyes are locked on BENJAMIN.

CONRAD strolls into the room.

ANDRE

Careful CONRAD, JEREMEY might be off his medication.

CONRAD

Yeah I never really saw the big deal about that. Have you seen him? What's the worst he can do really?

JEREMEY

Hey CONRAD?

CONRAD

What's up?

JEREMEY

There's goblins in BENJAMIN's stomach

CONRAD

Yeah probably

ANDRE

Don't encourage him, this guy's crazy.

CONRAD

No he's not, BENJAMIN put goblins in his stomach; he told me.

JEREMEY

He did?

CONRAD

Oh yeah.

BENJAMIN

No. CONRAD he's getting excited, we should probably stop now.

ANDRE

Yeah it's not funny dude. JEREMEY, no matter what the voices you're hearing are telling you; BENJAMIN doesn't have any goblins in his stomach

JEREMEY

Is that true CONRAD?

CONRAD

I don't believe it.

BENJAMIN

CONRAD!

ANDRE

ITS NOT FUNNY, this is serious.

JEREMEY

Show me your belly.

BENJAMIN is hesitant but eventually complies and lifts his shirt for JEREMEY.

ANDRE

See, no goblins. 

BENJAMIN

Can we stop this now? 

CONRAD

No! I am still not convinced.

ANDRE 

CONRAD!

CONRAD

WHAT? This is funny. So he thinks BENJAMIN has goblins inside of him. Maybe he does, maybe we all do. You need to calm do...

Before he can finish his sentence JEREMEY makes a move towards BENJAMIN and plunges a pair of scissors into his stomach. Everyone reacts with horror. ANDRE jumps on JEREMEY.

BENJAMIN 

Oh god!

Webcam - Officer Carp's room

OFFICER CARP

Luckily for BENJAMIN the scissors didn't penetrate deeply and he was treated. I've recommended we move JEREMEY from the house but no one will take him. BENJAMIN maintains there were no goblins in his belly.

Short Story About A Ghostbusting Team

Today I wrote a teaser story (trailer) about a government sponsored ghostbusting team.

INT - A dark, narrow crawl space.

OPEN: Open on a shot of a brightly lit tracking device that Ervin is looking into. Ervin and his partner Rooney are crawling through this crawlspace, both have on workmen's uniforms with the term "D.O.P.E" stitched onto them. Rooney is holding a flashlight.

ROONEY
I am gonna get bit. I always do.

ERVIN
Stay close to me and I'll watch your back.

He stops

ERVIN
DOWN!

Rooney hits the ground, something blasts past them, knocking over several boxes.

ROONEY
Why do I do this?

ERVIN
It's your job.

ROONEY
AND I HATE IT! It's a crappy job and the pay SUCKS!

ERVIN
I do ok.

ROONEY
You're a supervisor and you don't do that well. I am tired of this. Look at the crap they ask us to do. Crawl around a gross crawlspace looking for some disgusting creature that can HURT us BTW.

ERVIN
Oh big time, these things have inch long knife shaped teeth and four long, needle sharp claws on their fingers. They're MEAN too.

ROONEY
I know! I've been attacked by these things. MANY times. I HATE this job.

ERVIN
BACK!

Ervin grabs Rooney and pulls him back quickly, both men fall over. The box that was beside Rooney's head explodes. Rooney points the flashlight at it, he sees large claw marks.

ERVIN
So look for a new job.

ROONEY
Do you know how hard that is? I can't use any of what I do here on my resume.

ERVIN
Yes you can, you just need to make it sound better. Don't put down that you worked for the Department of Paranormal Events; just put down that you worked for the government. If they find out where you worked just tell them you were in administrations, you processed claims applications for hauntings, possessions, demonic visitations, zombifications, vampireification...just don't tell anyone you're in investigations and removals. I know one of the admin managers; he'll fake a reference if I ask him to.

ROONEY
Why don't you just tell him to get me a job up there?

Rooney's flashlight goes out.

 ROONEY
We get the cheapest flashlights.

ERVIN
Yeah...

Rooney turns. From over the shoulder of the two men we see them facing down the most viscous looking toothed beast. Rooney jumps back, startled.

ERVIN
We get cool guns though.

They pull out their ionic poppers.

Which look like PS3 Move sub machine guns

Glowing guns that shoot concentrated lazer blasts which explode when making contact with the beast. The beast explodes, covering both men in pink slime.

ROONEY
I hate this job.

-END-

Picture source - http://wtf-film.com/site/tag/tim-hildebrandt/

DUMB Little Script Where A Guy Eats a Spider.

This short script is completely self explanatory and dumb. It's about 3 roommates, Rick, Chris and Harold trying to decide if a black spot on a table is a chocolate chip or a spider.

Harold is the dumb guy, he's slack-jawed and overweight. The other two characters can be just about anyone you imagine them as. 


Script - the Spider
 
Scene: Rick is sitting on the couch shouting to Chris who has locked himself in the other room.
 

RICK
Ok, it’s probably gone now

CHRIS
Probably? Did you see it leave? Why didn’t you kill it?

RICK
I never kill spiders

CHRIS
Well from now on I need you to ALWAYS kill spiders

RICK
I don’t know why you’re so scared, it’s not like we have tarantulas out here.

CHRIS
I am not scared of spiders, I just hate them. They make me so mad I scream.

RICK
And run away, and hide.

CHRIS
I go to my room to cool off, yes. Because I am mad, I HATE that spider.

RICK
What spider? I don’t even see anything

Chris comes storming out of the bathroom.

CHRIS

You let it get away???

Chris sees something on the table that startles him, he grabs a pillow of the couch and hides behind it like a shield.  

CHRIS
It’s right THERE. At first I thought it was just rat shit but it's not. It's a gross spider!

Chris points to an unmoving black dot on the table, some feet away.

RICK
That’s a chocolate chip

CHRIS
That’s a spider, I can see it’s legs

RICK
Those are just hairs and dust and mold and..HAROLD YOU SAID YOU CLEANED THIS PLACE!

Harold enters from around the corner.

HAROLD
I was just in the other room reading.

CHRIS
You’re a liar. Harold I want to you to do a complete sweep of this house for spiders.

RICK
And I want you to clean up this chocolate chip and tell me if it’s a spider.

Harold walks over to the dark spot on the table and in one motion he picks it up and puts it right in his mouth.

CHRIS
You’re a pig, you’re a disgusting pig…. Well tell us what it was you pig. Was it a spider or a chocolate chip?

HAROLD
Kind hard to tell (Harold is wearing a face on him that almost looks like he just bit into a lemon, tears and all). How is a spider supposed to taste?

RICK
Not chocolaty

HAROLD
Probably a spider then

END

Chocolate chip spider
This is as good as I draw.

Gory Horror Video

I figured I may as well post this one other video that me and my team worked on and submitted for the 48 Hour Horror Film Challenge last year.

We won the award for best gore.

Enjoy.

My Revision.

So I hated where my story was going, there was so much of it I liked but I wrote myself into a corner with how I had it all blocked out. I rearranged some things, changed the order in which they happen and gave myself a fresh point from which to start building an ending.

This is something I can come back to and finish up because I've given myself a lot more room to craft a story out of where I am headed. I don't know that I'll come back to this right away, I am anxious to get started on something new and actually more urgent.

So I am going to file this one away, to be completed later.

INT- A Classroom in the basement of DOPE headquarters.

ERVIN
There is nothing more dangerous than a zombie

The camera pans back to reveal about 20 recruits in the class sitting on the floor.

ERVIN
Never mind all this talk about zombies only being dangerous in large numbers, that's not true. Fighting one single zombie is like fighting an angry gorilla. They come at you with everything they have and never tire. They have no fear and never hold back.

There's a knock at the door.

ERVIN
And now you're about to meet one. Aside from being our classroom for today this is also the area where we conduct our zombie inspections. This is where we do a thorough examination of all new zombies to determine their identities so that we can contact families and hopefully bring them closure. Those that don't have families and those who we can't identify are buried in a government funded graveyard.

A female zombie comes bursting through the door, the recruits all jump back. She goes to run at them but is jolted to a stop by the collar around her neck. She has two handlers with her, they have a fight getting her chained to the wall safely. They're scared of her.

HANDLER 1
You need to WATCH this one. She's out of control, she almost got my partner here. Didn't she Marty?

He turns to his partner (Marty), Marty is hunched over and holding his side, there is a hint of blood on his hand.

HANDLER 2 (Marty)
Yeah. She's a real bitch.

They limp out of the room, Marty is in obvious pain and is holding his side as though to conceal it, there's blood on his hands. The zombie on the wall thrashes about.

INT – the Offices of DOPE

Rooney is looking for Randal and asks a coworker assigned to scheduling and assignments.

ROONEY
Elvis. Have you seen Randal he was supposed to come get me to help him with a zombie inspection?

ELVIS
Oh, he already left. Sorry, I didn't see your name on the form or I would have got you.

ROONEY
Elvis. Always get me when he's called.

ELVIS
Of course, I can try to do that from now on but...the zombie is already in restraints; I really don't think you need to worry.

ROONEY
Don't worry? Do you even know what a zombie is exactly?

INT – BASEMENT CLASSROOM

RECRUIT
Sir, what exactly is a zombie?

ERVIN
Ok well, when you picture a zombie you picture a dead person who wants to bite you. Correct?

ERVIN
Well that's only partially right. The zombie you're picturing isn't your attacker, that's just his vehicle. The zombie is actually just a tiny, microscopic parasite. It makes it's way to the brain once it's in the bloodstream, from there it completely takes over. It's control of it's subject is dominant, they aren't somewhere behind their own eyes witnessing in horror their own action. They're gone completely, once the parasite enters the brain there's absolutely no brainwave activity...

INT-Offices of D.O.P.E

ROONEY
...outside of one single thought.

Elvis is transfixed

ELVIS
What's that?

ROONEY
To bite you.

INT-BASEMENT CLASSROOM

ERVIN
To tear you open with their teeth. See they reproduce through secretions in the saliva, once it's in your bloodstream they've effectively passed on their seeds. Reproduction, it's the only thing parasites live to do and they attack that task with all the ferocity of an athlete playing in game 7 of a championship series. Even if a host body is killed a parasite can keep the muscles active for up to 9 months. Even after receiving incredible trauma like being cut in half; the zombie can still keep trying to bite you. That's why the only course of action in some cases is the removal of the head or the destruction of the brain.

There's a knock on the door, Randal enters.

Randal has a clip board and some medical instruments with him

RANDAL

Hey Ervin, I heard we have an unidentified zombie here.

ERVIN

That's right Randal; tell my recruits how we go about identifying our zombies.

RANDAL
Well we've found that the best method of identifying who these people were was to set up a database of all the zombies we find and make it accessible to everyone in the public that's looking for one of their loved ones. We post descriptions and pictures of the zombies we find and we try to be as detailed as possible for anyone looking. So what I am going to do here is look for any identifying marks like a tattoo or birthmark or a scar, anything that makes identification a little easier. 

Randal goes to begin his identification but is stopped by Ervin

ERVIN
Whoa, where's your partner?

RANDAL
I don't need him

ERVIN
Two partners for zombie inspections. That's mandatory.

RANDAL
Then you help me.

ERVIN
Absolutely not, not with a classroom of recruits here. Wait for your backup.

RANDAL
He's been watching over every little thing I do lately, if you want him; go get him. I am starting this inspection.

Back in the halls Rooney is still looking for Randal, he heads down to the basement where the inspections are held. There's something wrong, broken glass is on the floor. Rooney hears footsteps in the halls nearing him, there's something wrong about the sound of them. They footsteps sound like something slumping towards him, out of step.

He hears an almost inhuman hiss.

INT - Classroom

Back at the classroom Ervin and Randal are still bickering over his not having his partner with him. 

ERVIN

That's it. Mr. Gomez, do you know who Rooney Rodman is? He's in inspections and removals.

Mr. Gomez

Yes, I saw him getting yelled at by Mr. Dickmyer earlier.

ERVIN

Yeah that's him. I need you to go find him for me. 

Mr. Gomez

Ok.

The young recruit Mr Gomez rushes up to the door and opens it. Like a great white shark bursting through the waves to catch a seal the zombie that was Marty's partner bursts through the door and onto him. He never has a chance, his neck is ripped apart by the zombie's teeth. Ervin screams for the rest of the recruits to get back. Randal is startled off his chair and falls into the female zombies. Her restrains slip and she bursts forward after the recruits. She's loose but she drags chains behind her now.

Randal does what he can and quickly grabs hold of her chains, stopping her just short of tearing into one of the recruits. 

Ervin runs to the intercom on the wall and screams, his voice is cracking and stricken with panic.

ERVIN

LOCK DOWN THIS BASEMENT NOW! WE HAVE A ZOMBIE OUTBREAK!

The response to Ervin's plea is immediate, an alarm sounds and the main doors are locked down. 

The recruits are terrified and are pressed up as close against the wall as their bodies will allow, a gnashing female zombie is just inches from getting a hold of one of them. She's single minded in her focus, not turning her attention to the only reason she can't get to the terrified recruits. Randal is holding onto the chain attached to the collar on her neck, he's struggling mightily.

Ervin springs onto the zombie attacking Mr Gomez; grabbing him by the waist and throwing him out through the door and into the halls. He slams the door. Mr. Gomez is screaming, he's dying. He spits up a lot of blood and dies.

The moment is silent, the room for a small instance is completely silent except for the zombie's snarls. Mr Gomez bursts back to his feet loudly, Randal looses his grip on the chain, the female zombie grabs one of the recruits and tears him open. Zombie Mr. Gomez is battering Ervin and trying to bite him, while fighting him off Ervin can only do one thing. Only utter one order.

ERVIN
RUN!!!

INT - The halls of the basement.

Rooney is racing through the hallways, he's been spooked by something. He starts to sprint but as he rounds a corner he slips in a pool of blood, he falls hard. He's covered in red. He takes a second to take in the scene, that second costs him. 

With no warning whatsoever Rooney is pounced upon by a zombified Marty, his eyes are white, his skin has lost the color of life and his mouth is covered in fresh blood. 

Rooney is slammed to the ground, the zombie never lets up. It's wild in it's movements; it's without thought. It's a rampaging animal beating Rooney up. He barely, BARELY kicks the zombie away and makes a break for it. He's been heavily battered. 

-----
to be concluded...


And from there I have to take a break from DOPE to work on something else, something called the Beautiful...

Next post I'll explain but it's actually a project that we've already filmed some content for.

Gonna Try Something New

Well, I have a new idea. I am going to try to teach myself to draw, at least well enough to be able to make viable storyboards. It's just something else to try.

I also want to address why it's been so hard for me to post daily, this whole thing is a work in progress. I hate that my posts are so infrequent but it's difficult when you work 8 hrs a day at a mind numbing, unsatisfying, corporate, defeating job like mine. Writing a script this way is difficult, some days you just don't have ideas. It's a lot easier to post like this than it is to write a page of a specific script but that's the (awesome) blog name I chose so too bad.

I am going to try to be better, I want Sept to be the month where I get on track.

So.

APE and ADE.

...actually ADECD

A Drawing Every Couple Days...with my workload, that seems more realistic .

Anyway, Goodnight.