Dillon's SAW #2

Welcome back to Dillon's SAW(Story A Week)! Last week we had the first and I truly and honestly HATED it. I went back to a writing prompt website today to find a prompt and it came up with this;

"The story is of death with a movie double as the main character and a receipt as the plot device. Set this in a laundromat."

And to this I say,

Fuck
That
Shit

No. That is ri-god-damn-diculous. No. SO! Instead, I came up with my own idea. This week, expect my new story of whimsical adventure that is awesome:

What Lurks in the Dark

How awesome will it be?

At Least This Awesome

Assassinate your Thursday: 03 March 2011

I know I that I usually post these the day after practice but I'm not the only one who's late:


Irony



Look we won!

Look, we won again!

We're on fire!

What did you expect?

In short we're fucking awesome. Later, nerds. Okay, so I have one complaint and that is synergy. We don't wait for focus kills and we don't go for the big kill streaks, we compete with each other more or less for points instead of thinking about the team score. This is an issue that needs to be addressed if we're gonna make tourneys.

Dillon's SAW #1: The Sole of Infidelity

The cell had been sectioned off, a young woman lying face first in the grime and sanguine liquid that had leaked from her wounds. She was a mess, but her exterior revealed only a fraction of the damage compared to the havoc the internal bleeding had caused. The perpetrator sat shaking in the interrogation room, fear, rage, and anguish running through her veins. She had walked barefoot to the victim's open cell and lambasted her with a boot. Paramedics had been called in, due to the lack of supplies and adequately trained personnel in the prisons health ward. The paramedics did what they could, but in the end it was for naught. The guard on duty that night stood and looked upon the scene with sorrow. He knew the woman, she had been arrested for participating in riots during the G8 Summit, charged with rioting, disturbing the peace, and resisting arrest. He knew her to be a good person none the less, she was kind and caring, always willing to listen and help. In truth, he had grown feelings for her. His life and marriage had been falling apart at the hands of stress and time. In his head, he told himself he was crazy. An inmate? Are you losing your wits? You can't be serious. His mind kept saying it, but the thoughts of her kept overcoming them. Suddenly, squawks of outrage came from the neighboring cell block. A slender woman with snuff-colored shoulder length hair, worn in a loose bun, came tramping down the catwalks. Her gaunt face was contorted in petulance. She wore a blue paramedic suit unzipped enough to give a glimpse of a locket on a braided silver chain, her black boots treading heavily on the metal. She had her eyes locked on the guard, who felt a deep chill run through him. The fire in her eyes burned brighter every step until she reached the sentry in blue. The chain was quickly unfastened and used as a flail as the locket slapped the sentinel's face. He was not sure how to respond. Should it be anger? Apologetic? Confusion? But he could not act and stayed stoic. She berated him with words in her fury and, surprisingly enough, was all she did. A ring fell the two flights down to the cement below, and she, in a fit of an unexplainable combination of emotion, was gone. The guard knew what had happened, she had overheard the killer's stories of the inmate and the guard. Perhaps this was for the best, ending something that could not be fixed or saved. All he knew is that this day could only get worse.

I don't like this story. I dislike this story. I hate this story. I feel that it rambled a bit, the ending was horrible, (I ran into a block there and just improv-ed it through with terrible results) and the sensibility was gone from it, but it was hard to put anything to it. It has the movie feel of "Who in the hell would do this?" It took all I could muster not to just have the prison explode and be done with it. Holy-Jumping-Fucking-Jesus the prompt was a hell of a challenge, and I suppose this will have to do. Next week I'm doing my own idea.

Challenge Completed

Comic THE 3RD!!!!! (Read like "Lupin THE 3RD!!!!!")

Katanarama!

Side Note: Providence School Cuts

Everyone knows that the US isn't doing so hot in education, poor test schools, childhood obesity, the works. I won't say this is the kids fault as much as shitty teaching and shitty parenting but when Providence sends out pink slips to ALL of it's public school teachers which is nearly 2,000 people some shit has hit the fan.

From the film "Waiting For Superman"

Why did Providence decide that cutting all of their teachers is a good idea? Money. Rhode Island is facing a big budget deficit so what's the best way to save some cash? Why, ruin the children's education of course!Now not all of the teachers will lose their jobs but we're looking at class sizes of up to 60 kids per classroom. This means hardly any individual attention for students and a terrible learning environment where discipline and teaching is meaningless.

The future

How do you fix a problem by making it worse? If you took cable TV out of prisons, subsidies for migrant workers, state environmental incentives, Hell, any of the stupid things the government spends money on you would have plenty of funding for schools, plenty of money to make a difference in the lives of our young people but instead you fire all the fucking teachers. Go fuck yourself Rhode Island.

Even animals hate you.

The sad part about this is that it isn't just the tiniest state in the States that's doing this crap, it's happening all over the country. The children of today become the America of tomorrow, to ensure the survival and prosperity of this country we should be focusing as much attention as we can on making sure we are filling the halls of congress with the smartest this country has to offer and not just our government but hospitals, laboratories, and businesses as well. I find it astonishing how some people just can't sit down actually fire off a couple of neurons towards an image of a future in which America isn't the largest failing superpower in the world.

Future Projects : Movie Script

At the last meeting we discussed writing a movie script to film at the end of next year after we have finished making the Shoe Dude game. I asked everyone to write a synopsis of their ideas so we can at least have a foundation for what kind of story we are trying to tell in our movie.

Now I know everyone loves MoO0OoN but there comes a time when we have to look beyond that and make something that actually makes fucking sense. Thus the writing team from Raptor Inc. is on the case!

Here are my ideas:

Everyone's Seen A Ghost
A young boy enters the woods to go fishing at a creek. He encounters the devil looking to harvest a soul, and willing to make a deal.

Survival
Four witless lads get lost in the forest after a night of rampant booze and Pokemonand become lost on their way home. Now the four must try to pull together and form some sort of intelligence to find their way out and survive the forest and all of it's inhabitants.

I Got This
A boy who recently moves into town uncovers the dark and seedy history behind his new home.

Awkward Date
The most awkward date ever.

I Guess We Could Make A Movie
A group of friends attempt to create a film, hiring actors and hunting for props and finding a story in the most unlikely of places. Tey sit down to watch the film at the end which repeats itself into the beggining of the movie.

That's what I got and I could elaborate further on all of these ideas but I'm interested in seeing what the rest of the team comes up with. Later, gents.

Reach for the Tuesday: 01 March 2011

Ah yes you may be wondering where last weeks performance reviews went. They went here:

We had this thing going where we didn't work together at all and yelled at each other a bunch. Now this strategy may seem sound but in all reality it wasn't. Near the end we began to stick together and work as a team a bit more but by then it was too late and we lost. 0-1

Here we are back on Anchorage, the same as the first map of the day except this time we pulled together and kicked some arse. Now look at Ogachy's score, you'll notice he has a bunch of kills but was responsible for more than half of the enemy team's points. This is because he was desperately trying to be a one man wolf pack and fucking FAILED. It should be noted there has been a lot of changes to ranked Arena matches to include more armor abilities, assault rifles, changes to maps and so on but we did a fairly good job regardless until... 1-1

Not this one. This one we did okay. It was on Asylum, we held down our fort pretty well while the Reds tried to engage an assault we fended off multiple times, they had one guy as bait while a sniper attacked from afar which seemed to be decent enough but ultimately ineffective. Kudos for Ogachy and his turret and Fat4all with his sniper rifle. Shadonickles did a good bit with his sword and I held on to the shotgun. We did good overall but could have worked a bit more on positioning, we were pretty scattered. Oh, and... 2-1

This was the match I was getting at earlier. We were rolled. The changed up Cage map had us off with new routes and weapon placement, the Blue sniper as you can see got 22 kills, they were spread out but in such a way that they could cover each other's backs and ultimately kill us dead. Like really dead. I got 3 fucking kills. 2-2

Overall it was a good practice, nothing gained or lost and we're a match closer to being ranked but we could have done better. Teamwork. Maybe we should set aside a bit more practice time before we should go into ranked?

Side Note: Comedy

Darris and I had an argument yesterday. Now this should not come as a shock as we tend to do this often because one of us goes on a troll spree. Our arguments are the classic paradox, an unmovable object meets an unstoppable force. This isn't because one of us is right or wrong it is just that no one likes to quit and even if irrefutable evidence is shown in the matter it is still a matter of opinion and no one wins. These debates can be fun until it gets stupid. It gets stupid when one side says "I don't want to have this conversation anymore." That's the hint that we should change subjects. When the other person does not take this hint and presses on like Phoenix fucking Wright well grudges and bullshit happen.

Point in case, yesterday we argued about comedy. Dillon and I were quoting a Scottish stand up comic named Danny Bhoy who was making fun Irish accents and French people and other European countries and it was all in good fun. Darris chuckled at our quotations and I asked him if he had watched the link I posted ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgunWu3dWW0 ). He said no. I asked him why. The conversation degraded into me trying to explain why Danny Bhoy was funny, Darris wanted to know what was funny about him, I told him, Darris made light of it all saying he was just a gimmick comic and there was nothing special about him. I said there's nothing truly special about any comic, originality is dead but that doesn't stop him from being funny. Darris brought up Lewis C.K. and how he said he would fuck a dead kid if he wasn't wet. I told him that offensive humor isn't original.

This went on until I got mad and we stopped talking for the rest of the night more or less. Now I'm sure everyone has had these kind of arguments but the question is still up there. The REAL question. Are gimmick comics worth the time of the viewer? Is it fair to discredit a comedian having never heard or seen him/her perform? My outlook on it is this; if I went through the trouble of recording an act or a song or created a work of art I would want people to at least look at it and give me a shot, even if they thought I was fucking retarded they at least gave me the time of day to judge for themselves.

Comedy, like all art is relative to the person perceiving it. I may think something is funny like a kitten being put in a Lego airplane and thrown off a cliff. Not all people think this is funny. But don't discredit the hilarity of a dead kitten until you've given it a shot. That's all I ask.