suttercain
August 7th, 2008, 12:17 AM
Hi everyone,
I am looking to see if any artist/inker would like to possibly enter the Zuda.com (DC Comics) contest with me? According to the rules and entry form we would submit 8 pages and possibly have the chance to tell our story in an additional 52 pages.
The story itself is a horror/comedy in the tradition of a Troma like film.
Any monies received would be spilt 50/50. My contributions would include writing of the script, coloring and lettering. Your contributions would be artist/inker/separations.
Below you will find the first few pages of a film script I wrote about 4 years ago. It’s currently in film style, but if I am able to find a collaborator, I will adapt it to an 8 page comic book script. Please note I crossed out the course language, but it would remain in the final, unless Zuda (DC Comics) asks us to clean it up.
SCRIPT
FADE IN:
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER - NIGHT
A small stationary work trailer is covered in snow. An old sign is hanging on the side which reads “Mill Recycling Center.” The A forest as well as a chain linked fence surround the trailer. Stacks of bottle and aluminum cans are stacked in separated piles as well as newspaper. A tree shredder can also be is parked at a side.
Light from a television can is leaking through the windows. Static from the T.V. is barley audible.
INT. WORK TRAILER - NIGHT
Garbage covers what appears to have once been a desk. Flies roam over the half eaten food which lies next to a garbage can. Beer bottles are scattered throughout the place.
We hear the television static growing louder as we see an old man lounging in a torn up recliner chair. He is staring at the television with a beer in one hand and his d_ck in the other.
We now see what the old man is watching, or at least trying to watch. It is a porn channel which has not been descrambled. The old man gets excited as what appears to be a breast flashes across the television in a swamp like green color.
OLD MAN
Yeah b_tch, that’s what I like. Show me some t_tties.
We now know the old man is using this time to j_rk off. A female a_s flashes across the television as well a second of audible sound in which we can hear a woman moaning.
OLD MAN
A_s is good too, sk_nk.
The old man is stroking harder and harder. His chair begins to shake and he begins to moan. He now looks like he is having a stroke, but it’s just him j_rking off. Right when he is about to climax the television’s power goes out.
OLD MAN
Son of a bitch! Goddamn it!
He throws his beer bottle across the trailer in anger. He quickly stands up and readjusts his pants. Tightening his belt around his waist we see him begin to kick some of the garbage around.
OLD MAN
This is bullsh_t! Perfect f_cking timing. F_ck! Just great!
He sticks his hand in to a pile of litter he has just moved around.
OLD MAN
There you are.
He pulls out a MAGlight flashlight and checks to make sure it still works properly. He quickly turns it on and off and back on again.
He walks towards the front of the trailer, grabbing a jacket and throwing it on. He opens the front door and exits.
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER – NIGHT
The old man stumbles out of the trailer as if the beer is just now catching up with him. He shines the flashlight to one side of the trailer and makes his way over. He is now at the fuse box, and opens it to investigate.
OLD MAN
What the hell?
He pulls out a Christmas tree branch and holds it up to his flashlight.
OLD MAN
Son of b_tch. How’d that get in there?
He checks the fuses and quickly turns the power back on.
INT. WORK TRAILER - NIGHT
The old man reenters the trailer and takes his jacket off hanging it on the coat rack. He makes his way over to the fridge and opens the door. He grabs a beer, biting the cap off, and downs the entire bottle. He grabs another beer, again bites the cap off and goes back to the reclining chair.
The television is back on and breasts appear in a mix of haze and static.
OLD MAN
Hey bitch. I have something for you.
He begins to reach in his pants grabbing his d_ck. As he is about to whip it out a loud bang is heard from outside.
OLD MAN
Mother f_cker!
The old man set’s his beer down and walks over to the window. Not being able to see anything in the dark, he grabs the flashlight and shines it outside through the window. After a moment of panning the light around he notices a Christmas tree lying in the snow outside.
OLD MAN
What in blazes? Oh this is just bullsh_t.
He chooses to ignore the fact that a Christmas tree is now lying in the snow directly in front of the trailer. He begins to make his way towards the reclining chair, when again a loud bang can be heard from outside. The old man rushes back to the window. He again shines the flashlight outside. This time the tree is gone. In its place is nothing more that an indent in the snow.
OLD MAN
F_cking kids.
The old man grabs his jacket and throws it on. He also grabs a baseball bat which is hanging on the wall. He exits the trailer.
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER – NIGHT
The old man makes his way outside of the trailer. He shines the light where the tree was as he walks over to the indent. One there the old man notices pine needles lay in the indent.
He looks around in all directions.
OLD MAN
Listen here you little pr_ck f_cks! I don’t give a flying f_ck if you faggits want to steal trees. I could really give a flying faggit f_ck-f_ck.
The old man continues to shine his flashlight in all directions, but now taking more aim into the wooded area.
OLD MAN
You want to steal trees, fine! Just don’t do it when I am trying to see some t_tty!
Like a ghost in the machine, the tree shredder turns on.
OLD MAN
Oh bullsh_t. I tried to be cool. I tried to be hip maduf_ckers!
The old man is now holding up the baseball bat halfway above his head. He walks over to the tree shredder.
OLD MAN
You think this is funny?
He now looks into the entrance of the tree shredder.
OLD MAN
Bullsh_t is what it is. Bullsh_t.
Just then he is pushed into the tree shredder. We cannot see who or what has pushed him, but we know he was pushed. He tumbles and turns feet first. He begins to scream not only in fear but in pain as he slowly slides into the blades. Blood and human meat are now shooting out of the tree shredder. More blood than imaginable. Flesh is flying threw the air at rapid speed. He tries to pull himself out, but it’s no use. His own body weight is now his worst enemy.
His chest is now being shredded. Now his arms are sucked up. Finally his head is swallowed into the blades and a loud “squish” is heard as if Gallagher had just smashed a watermelon. The old man had kept screaming until there was no more of him left.
We see a Christmas tree shacking and the sound of laughter, standing over the tree shredder. Blood covers it's branches.
TITLE: REVENGE OF THE KILLER CHRISTMAS TREE
If intersted please contact me with some sample art at spcronin at gmail.com
Thanks in advance.
I am looking to see if any artist/inker would like to possibly enter the Zuda.com (DC Comics) contest with me? According to the rules and entry form we would submit 8 pages and possibly have the chance to tell our story in an additional 52 pages.
The story itself is a horror/comedy in the tradition of a Troma like film.
Any monies received would be spilt 50/50. My contributions would include writing of the script, coloring and lettering. Your contributions would be artist/inker/separations.
Below you will find the first few pages of a film script I wrote about 4 years ago. It’s currently in film style, but if I am able to find a collaborator, I will adapt it to an 8 page comic book script. Please note I crossed out the course language, but it would remain in the final, unless Zuda (DC Comics) asks us to clean it up.
SCRIPT
FADE IN:
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER - NIGHT
A small stationary work trailer is covered in snow. An old sign is hanging on the side which reads “Mill Recycling Center.” The A forest as well as a chain linked fence surround the trailer. Stacks of bottle and aluminum cans are stacked in separated piles as well as newspaper. A tree shredder can also be is parked at a side.
Light from a television can is leaking through the windows. Static from the T.V. is barley audible.
INT. WORK TRAILER - NIGHT
Garbage covers what appears to have once been a desk. Flies roam over the half eaten food which lies next to a garbage can. Beer bottles are scattered throughout the place.
We hear the television static growing louder as we see an old man lounging in a torn up recliner chair. He is staring at the television with a beer in one hand and his d_ck in the other.
We now see what the old man is watching, or at least trying to watch. It is a porn channel which has not been descrambled. The old man gets excited as what appears to be a breast flashes across the television in a swamp like green color.
OLD MAN
Yeah b_tch, that’s what I like. Show me some t_tties.
We now know the old man is using this time to j_rk off. A female a_s flashes across the television as well a second of audible sound in which we can hear a woman moaning.
OLD MAN
A_s is good too, sk_nk.
The old man is stroking harder and harder. His chair begins to shake and he begins to moan. He now looks like he is having a stroke, but it’s just him j_rking off. Right when he is about to climax the television’s power goes out.
OLD MAN
Son of a bitch! Goddamn it!
He throws his beer bottle across the trailer in anger. He quickly stands up and readjusts his pants. Tightening his belt around his waist we see him begin to kick some of the garbage around.
OLD MAN
This is bullsh_t! Perfect f_cking timing. F_ck! Just great!
He sticks his hand in to a pile of litter he has just moved around.
OLD MAN
There you are.
He pulls out a MAGlight flashlight and checks to make sure it still works properly. He quickly turns it on and off and back on again.
He walks towards the front of the trailer, grabbing a jacket and throwing it on. He opens the front door and exits.
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER – NIGHT
The old man stumbles out of the trailer as if the beer is just now catching up with him. He shines the flashlight to one side of the trailer and makes his way over. He is now at the fuse box, and opens it to investigate.
OLD MAN
What the hell?
He pulls out a Christmas tree branch and holds it up to his flashlight.
OLD MAN
Son of b_tch. How’d that get in there?
He checks the fuses and quickly turns the power back on.
INT. WORK TRAILER - NIGHT
The old man reenters the trailer and takes his jacket off hanging it on the coat rack. He makes his way over to the fridge and opens the door. He grabs a beer, biting the cap off, and downs the entire bottle. He grabs another beer, again bites the cap off and goes back to the reclining chair.
The television is back on and breasts appear in a mix of haze and static.
OLD MAN
Hey bitch. I have something for you.
He begins to reach in his pants grabbing his d_ck. As he is about to whip it out a loud bang is heard from outside.
OLD MAN
Mother f_cker!
The old man set’s his beer down and walks over to the window. Not being able to see anything in the dark, he grabs the flashlight and shines it outside through the window. After a moment of panning the light around he notices a Christmas tree lying in the snow outside.
OLD MAN
What in blazes? Oh this is just bullsh_t.
He chooses to ignore the fact that a Christmas tree is now lying in the snow directly in front of the trailer. He begins to make his way towards the reclining chair, when again a loud bang can be heard from outside. The old man rushes back to the window. He again shines the flashlight outside. This time the tree is gone. In its place is nothing more that an indent in the snow.
OLD MAN
F_cking kids.
The old man grabs his jacket and throws it on. He also grabs a baseball bat which is hanging on the wall. He exits the trailer.
EXT. MILL RECYCLING CENTER – NIGHT
The old man makes his way outside of the trailer. He shines the light where the tree was as he walks over to the indent. One there the old man notices pine needles lay in the indent.
He looks around in all directions.
OLD MAN
Listen here you little pr_ck f_cks! I don’t give a flying f_ck if you faggits want to steal trees. I could really give a flying faggit f_ck-f_ck.
The old man continues to shine his flashlight in all directions, but now taking more aim into the wooded area.
OLD MAN
You want to steal trees, fine! Just don’t do it when I am trying to see some t_tty!
Like a ghost in the machine, the tree shredder turns on.
OLD MAN
Oh bullsh_t. I tried to be cool. I tried to be hip maduf_ckers!
The old man is now holding up the baseball bat halfway above his head. He walks over to the tree shredder.
OLD MAN
You think this is funny?
He now looks into the entrance of the tree shredder.
OLD MAN
Bullsh_t is what it is. Bullsh_t.
Just then he is pushed into the tree shredder. We cannot see who or what has pushed him, but we know he was pushed. He tumbles and turns feet first. He begins to scream not only in fear but in pain as he slowly slides into the blades. Blood and human meat are now shooting out of the tree shredder. More blood than imaginable. Flesh is flying threw the air at rapid speed. He tries to pull himself out, but it’s no use. His own body weight is now his worst enemy.
His chest is now being shredded. Now his arms are sucked up. Finally his head is swallowed into the blades and a loud “squish” is heard as if Gallagher had just smashed a watermelon. The old man had kept screaming until there was no more of him left.
We see a Christmas tree shacking and the sound of laughter, standing over the tree shredder. Blood covers it's branches.
TITLE: REVENGE OF THE KILLER CHRISTMAS TREE
If intersted please contact me with some sample art at spcronin at gmail.com
Thanks in advance.