I want to tell a story, I want to write something that can make people think, and feel ways that they never have before.
I want a gloomy setting, a bleak and desolate place. The people there would be simultaneously trying to live from day to day without noticing how bad their luck was, and desperately trying to escape in whatever way they could. There would be a drought, a flood, a storm, a fire, something that wiped away whatever beauty this place had before and left it still and lifeless - a facade of a vibrant and happy little town. The paint would fall off of the welcome sign in clusters.
I want conflict, somebody using this place's desperation to their advantage, somebody who can distill oil from the tears of this town's inhabitants. The people of the town would know what he was doing, they would be aware - but still they would follow his lead, their pessimism and self loathing would keep them from any other course of action.
I want a hero, somebody who can look at the person taking advantage of the people, and do something about it. Someone who's not yet been crushed by the world he lives in, and whose silly heart makes him want to fix it for the rest of them. I want a naive hero, a stupid hero.
I want a complex series of relationships, of love and hate and trust that is so entangled in these people's lives that they can't crawl from it despite their willingness to accept a broken heart. I want them stuck like flies to the web they themselves have spun, and I want my hero there too.
I want a climax, a violent and satisfying clash between the purest good that this broken setting can know, and it's purest evil. I want a contextually black and white separation, and I want everyone to know who they are rooting for, who they want to win this fight, and what they want out of it, I want the hope in their eyes to shine like fire, I want their bodies to move in unison and to be willing to break if it means getting what they think they deserve. I want a sea of angry fists and barking mouths waiting to tear apart whoever it is that falls.
I just don't know who I want to win, yet.
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I want to write a story where things blow up.
...If you do write something, take care of your its/it's problem first. It's spiraling out of control and taking your loved ones with it.
- The Mysterious Masked Grammar Correcting Man, Mr. Z
(pay no attention to the automated "posted by" part of this message)
It's not a problem. It's a feature.
Also- ain't no instance of that shit in this post, keep your criticisms to the posts they pertain to, boy.
You obviously have not see the Dark Knight. It'll give you all of this and more :D
This was cool to read~ A new approach at things.
Kind of like when the guy dressed in a weenie costume does not sing the "Weenie Man" song but rather tha "Ice-cream Man" song.
Yeah, dude, you said "it's purest evil", and while based on that part alone you could mean "it is purist evil", within the context it's clear that you are saying "the setting's purest evil, against its purest good", thus, "its".
- Mysterious Mr. Z et cetera whatever
And yo, Salem, girl, this man has seen The Dark Knight more times than he's seen the back of his hand. More or less because he hasn't looked at the back of that hand since the incident. You know, the incident, that one time, in grade 5. I'm making shit up now.
But, um... I don't remember all that stuff being in the movie. The Salem perspective, though, fascinating as always.
Ah, okay. I missed that one.
Nah I totally remember the grade 5 incident, you know? That one time? With my hand?
haha
yeah, this is my reply comment.
Salem, I like the cut of your jib.
J'aime la coupe de ton foc.
:D
No one's mouth can really look like a D.
Interesting fact, despite the many many years of living in a bilingual country and having french force fed to me, I still had to use a translator to figure that out.
To be fair though, I didn't know there was a french word for "jib".
Also I think it was a bad translator because I doubt you like the "cup" of my anything.
Use translate.google.com, hoss. Google employs sentient robots to ensure the accuracy of each phrase. And also wizards. Other websites do not employ wizards, thus, they are inferior.
A jib is a part of a sail, as in "I like the shape of your sail, and thus, your ability to sail efficiently". French people sometimes have made use of boats, you know, historically speaking, so they tend to need a word for such things.
Zack, stop ruining words for me. I liked jib when it was just a sound that made me think of an abstract concept.
Now people are boats.
Jesus Christ.
I thought you liked boats.
Now I don't know what to believe.
Way to get technical you guys.
"Get Technical"
The new single from "IronWerkz"
Hitting shelves this fall.
Hey now, we don't want a repeat of the grade 5 incident on our hands. Careful. Dude. I don't know what you're thinking.
Get Technical isn't even a good song; I heard it yesterday on the radio, driving through people's backyards in my AMC Pacer. It's just a continuous thump thump beat and some dialogue samples from that movie "ความน่าสมเพชกลัวผีเทศกาล" that we starred in to pay off those Thai thugs.
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