Tuesday, January 23, 2007

3. (The Pre-Fight)

Third person means it’s just done by the game.
First is what we can control.

The screen is black
Jancis: Well that could have gone better.
Jancis: I think I might be dead.
A small pinpoint of light appears in the middle of the screen.
Jancis: Hello?
It grows bigger.
Jancis: Jesus?
And bigger.
Jancis: Buddha?
It is nearly filling the screen.
Jancis: Spiderman?
We see things from Jancis’ shaded view. Minnie is kneeling over him. She is rubbing a cloth over his forehead. She’s rather closer then you would expect.
Jancis: Aughk.
Minnie falls back on her heels, smiling.
Minnie: You feeling better?
Jancis: *Aughk? Am I brain-dead? I hope not.*
Minnie: Would like to have some of my soup?
Jancis: Yabara.
Minnie pours some soup down Jancis’ throat, healing him like food does.
Jancis: *cough* I’m alright.
Jancis: *Too…much…salt!*
As he coughs, he looks down at his legs.
We’re now back in the barroom. Jancis is on the floor without trousers. He looks as if he’s only wearing a long shirt. A small attempt has been made to tidy up the mess. Spike and Flora are gone.
Jancis looks up from his legs.

Jancis: Did you have to take my trousers?
Minnie: You might have crushed something! I had to check.
Jancis: *Yep, I’m defiantly getting out of this place*
Jancis: Thank you for that. Now I’m going to save my buddy, like a good guy.
He gets to his feet and reaches for the sheath on his belt. He touches the spot of couple of times.
Jancis: Where’s my BFB?
Minnie: Your what?
He looks up.
Jancis: Oh. It means.
Jancis rubs the back of his head, embarrassed.
Jancis: Um.
He looks around the room quickly.
Jancis: Where did you say my trousers are?
Minnie: I’m cleaning them.
Jancis looks slightly appalled. Minnie shrugs.
Minnie: They had blood on them.
Jancis limps over to one of the chairs and sits down. He rubs his face, tired.
Jancis: How long was I out?
Minnie: Ten minutes.
Jancis: Where did Spike go?
Minnie: Me and that cat friend of yours throw him in the pigsty. He won’t be bothering you again. Then she saw something and run off. Probably a bird or something.
Jancis: Yeah. Um.
A small bell rings. Minnie walks over to the oven and opens the oven. She pulls Jancis’ jeans out of them.
Jancis: You cooked my trousers?
Minnie: Yeah, I put them in the trough and then I needed to dry them.
Jancis: Maybe you should leave them to dry outside.
Minnie: You sure? It’s a very good oven
Jancis: I am very, very, VERY, sure I don’t want you cooking my trousers.
Minnie: Well, okay then.

You get to your feet.
Try to go out the door
Jancis: Yeeeeeah. I’m not keen on going outside without trousers on.
Look in the mirror
Jancis: You know the most impressive thing is that I got smashed in the face that many times yet the glasses remain unbroken. Very cool.
Head up the stairs
Jancis climbs up the stairs. He begins to turn up the stairs. Suddenly Spike’s door flies open. The girl charges out of the room, the blade brandished over her head. She screams as she heads towards him. Jancis just sidesteps to the right. She keeps going and smashes through the banister. The blade embeds itself in the wall. Jancis looks as if this is just one more thing in a long line of hookers trying to cleave him in two.
Jancis leans over the barrier.
Jancis: Sorry Min!
Go to the door on the far left.
Jancis: It’s Kieran’s room. As much as I would love to break his stuff I think I have better things to do.

Go to the middle door
Jancis: The door is open…and has smoke pouring out of it.
Turns to the camera
Jancis: Don’t do drugs kids

Jancis: Do I really want to go in?
Jancis: Fine. I’ll just not inhale.
The room is full of smoke. Two beds are visible through the gloom. A beam of light can be seen on the right.
Walk towards the light
As you head over towards the light, Jancis stumbles and hits the wall. The window’s catch snaps and the windows open. The smoke begins to clear. We now see the room is a mess. The beds are wrecked and underwear and bottles are everywhere. There are two large leather jackets. One has SWEET MOTHER FU picked out in studs. We presume the rest of the studs have fallen off.
The other has
BABY BRANDY in studs.
Look at the Brandy coat
Jancis: I shouldn’t really but-
Look at the Jackson coat
Jancis: There’s a lighter, a condom and a cheese sandwich. I don’t smoke or eat other people’s food. The condom smells of curry. I don’t want it either.

Jancis: Right, I’ve nicked enough stuff. Apart from the free scripture. You can never have enough of that! I’m going to lock this place up.
He walks back into the corridor and locks the door behind him.

Go back into your room
We’re back in his room.
Make your bed.
Screen goes to black. When we come back, the bed is tidy.
Jancis: Mum would be so proud of me.
Close the door
The closed door reveals a pair of brown trousers.
Jancis: They’ll do.
Jancis slips the trousers on.
Jancis: Neato. It’s time to rescue Keek!

Did you steal the room key?

Jancis: She’s left her door open. I better check if she’s left anything worth taking.
Things continue as above.

You begin to walk down the stairs. Jancis pulls the blade out of the wall.
Jancis: I wish I knew how she got you away from me.

You continue into the barroom. It’s tidier. Brandy is slumped over the bar, drinking a green drink from a wineglass. Minnie looks up from cleaning a glass.
Minnie: You broke my banister.
Jancis: And a window catch.
She almost drops the glass.
Minnie: WHAT!?
Jancis: Was broken when I found it!
Minnie: You do realise that this is all going on your bill.
Jancis gestures at Brandy who glares at him.
Jancis: What about the skinheads? Don’t they have to pay?
Minnie: They’re providing me with weed.
Jancis raises an eyebrow.
Minnie: Purely for health purposes.
Brandy: Don’t expect any more now!
Jancis: Look! I’m sorry I crunched your boyfriend/brother’s goolies and I’m sorry you thought you could kill me with my own weapon that you stole from me. But-
He stops and thinks.
Jancis: I don’t have a point!

Talk to Brandy.
Brandy: Don’t talk to me, you dog-faced loser.
Jancis: Yeah, well…your breasts are wonky!
Brandy: Whatever.
Jancis makes the “Bo-ya!” arm movement.
Jancis: *Jancis for the win!*

Talk to Minnie.
Jancis: Can I have a drink Min?
Minnie: No.
Jancis: Ah, come on. Barfights happen. Things break. That’s life.
Minnie: Not in Krakis it ain’t! Now get your buddy, pay your bills and get out.
Walk out the door.
Minnie: Jancis. Don’t forget the mayor wants to see you! The soon you’re finished the sooner you can leave.
Jancis walks into the street. The door slams behind him.
Jancis: Bitch.
The streets of Krakis are pretty empty. One old woman is looking up on the roof of a house. To the left is a shed.

Talk to the woman
Woman: My cat has escaped. Have you seen my Snowbell?
Jancis: No. Sorry.
Woman: Oh, Snowbell.
Tigerstriped? About 5.4? Wearing a blue vest?
Woman: …Are you mocking me? You should respect your elders!
Look into the shed.
Spike is slowly sinking into the swill, watched by three rotund piggies.
Jancis: You know I really should be sad that a fellow human being is drowning in pigshit but I can’t be bothered.

Head into town.
You begin to head to down off-screen. Just before you leave, a bird drops from the air. It becomes to stagger before collapsing.
Jancis: Stoned bird. Huh.
A white cat leaps on it from the rooftop and begins to eat.
Jancis: Snowbell?
The cat looks up, shakes and falls over.
Jancis: You’re nicked, me lovie.
We see the old lady coo as she strokes her cat. The cat is slightly zonked.

Woman: Where did you find him?
Jancis: I’m a cat person. They find me.
Woman: Do
Jancis: I’ve always wanted to. It’s up there with wanting to have an otter or have sex with a dolphin. But below learning how to fly without wings.
Woman:…Just take the bloody diary will you?
Jancis: Yes, Ma’m.
Jancis: Thank God. About time too!

You head down off the screen. There are a few people walking around. They really don’t have anything worth listening to. So let’s just skip ahead to Jancis’ entering the dojo.

Jancis walks into the dojo. His blade is drawn and he looks around nervously.
The room is surrounded by cases full of weapons. Of course there are Easter Eggs here. Gunblades and the like. Very pleasing. Too bad you can’t see it.
Thomas whips off his sunglasses. His right eye is full of blood. Clearly the damage got past the glasses. Quickly he puts them back on.
He nods quietly to himself. He looks up into the camera.
We pan around to see Mr Craig walk in with his quarterstaff. Kieran walks behind him, eating some cake and carrying some tea.

The two fighters bow. Thomas comes up first.
Jancis: You alright?
Kiki: Apart from the threat of necking snapping. You?
Jancis: I’ve trashed the inn in a barfight.
Kiki: Again!?
Jancis: I’m fight-prone!
Mr Craig: I do not believe we have meet.
Jancis does the salute.
Jancis: I’m Jancis and you are the man the locals know as Teacher. You take challenges for money. As far as I know you haven’t been beaten.
Mr Craig: I haven’t.
Jancis: I’m here to pay for the life of my travelling companion.
Mr Craig: You have the money then?
Jancis: I have a bet for you. Double or Nothing.
Kieran smacks his forehead.
Mr Craig: I’d rather have the money.
Thomas tilts his blade in the air.
Jancis: You know what this is? This is a BFB. You don’t see many of these type. Sure you see the meat cleavers and broadswords. But the curved blades? Those are rare. These are things are beauty. These parry and disarm rather then carve
He looks around the room until stopping on a pair of curved blades hanging from hooks.
Jancis: I see you have my friend’s hookblades as well. These three blades are worth three times more then our stupid lives.
Mr Craig: What’s your point?
Jancis: Me and you. Man to man. If I win, you return my friend and his items. You win and you keep the weapons.
Mr Craig: Agreed.
Thomas brandishes his blade before himself.
Jancis: So, you know how to insult swordfight?
Mr Craig: No.
Thomas lowers the weapon, shocked.
Jancis: You don’t?
Craig limbers up.
Mr Craig: No.
Thomas behind himself, nervously. He turns back with a nervous smile.
Jancis: Um, would you like to learn?
Mr Craig: I fight with a staff. I don’t need to use words to hurt.
Jancis: How about a footrace? You want a footrace?
Mr Craig: Enough of this. Let’s fight!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

2. (The First Day)

*This means inner thoughts*

We pan up higher.
SIX MONTHS LATER is written in nice letters over a cloud.
We pan down to the small village of Krakis. It is a happy enough place. A little ramshackle but liveable. We begin to fly past people going about their daily lives. As we keep going, we catch a glimpse of Kieran wearing an old blue blanket he has made into a cloak. He enters a large hall with “Craig’s” scrawled over the doorway.
As we continue to rise and move, we fly in a open window of the second floor of the Inn.
There is a large lump wrapped up in the bed clothes. The blanket is the same as Kiki’s cloak.

Knock Knock
The lump rolls over.
Voice:Mr Jancis.
The lump has a head poke out of it.
Jancis: What is it, Min? We’re not on patrol today! Leave me alone. I don’t want to go to school.
He curls back up into a ball.
Minnie: It’s the mayor. He wants to see you.
Jancis: Can’t he wait until after breakfast?
Minnie: It’s already eleven!
Jancis sits up fully in bed now.
Jancis: Well, I haven’t had breakfast yet! I'm a monster before I have breakfast!
Minnie: What do you want then?
He thinks for a while.
Jancis: Pancakes.
Minnie: You got it!
Jancis: You’re an angel, Min.
Minnie: Don’t I just know it?
Jancis swings his legs out of the bed. He’s wearing a nightshirt. He stretches.
Jancis: Time to get dressed!
Walk over to the chest of drawers.
Jancis: Clean socks and underwear! I love inns. I’m going to wear the duck socks today.
Lift the pillow.
Jancis: Trousers and shirt where I left them.
Pick up coat.
Jancis: Ah, Cecilia. I promise I’ll get you washed next time we stop in a town.
Takes the coat off the hook.
Jancis: That’s it. Time to wash and then I can have panny-cakes! Yay!
He walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
It opens a few seconds later to show Jancis fully dressed. He closes the door and pulls out a key and unlocks his bedroom door. He slips on his shades and walks out into the corridor.

As Thomas walks towards the stairs, he passes past a room.
Woman: Is that you Spike?
Thomas looks at the door with a little interest.
Jancis: Yeah, babe it’s me!
Woman: Did you bring the whipped cream?
Jancis backs away and runs down the stairs.
Woman: Well, did you?
Jancis: Um, no?
Woman: Go away then!
Jancis shrugs and walks down the stairs.

The bar/dinning room is small. Minnie, a woman in her late fifties stands behind the bar. Jancis nods at her and she nods back. A man with a shaved head sits at the bar drinking hard, his legs over the barstools. A man-sized cat sits at one of the tables eating fish. She is only dressed in a short blue jacket and has a small pendent around her neck. She glances up as Thomas enters but then goes back to her meal.
Talk to the catgirl
Jancis: *She’s eating her breakfast. She won’t want a stranger butting in on feeding time.*
Talk to the skinhead
Jancis: You Spike?
Spike: Who wants to know?
Jancis: Your girlfriend is looking for you.
Spike: Oh no. She’s my sister.
Goes back to drinking.
Jancis: …
Spike looks up.
Spike: I’m joking.
Spike swings his legs onto the floor and downs his glass.
Spike: Another grog.
Min: You got the cash for that?
He bangs his glass on the bar.
Spike: Don’t ask. Just serve like a good woman!
Jancis turns away to “face the camera”.
Jancis: *I’ve got a nasty feeling I might have to punch this guy.*
Sit at the bar.
Jancis slips onto the barstool. A plate is placed before him. He smiles and nods. He picks up the cutlery and begins to eat.
Spike: Hey.
He gestures at the catgirl.
Spike: Have you ever seen anything like that before?
Jancis: Not looking up She’s a Tacchip. What of it?
Spike: She’s weird.
Tacchip: She can hear you!
Spike: Shu’ up!
Jancis: Looking up at Min Have you seen Keek today?
Minnie: Your friend left a few minutes ago.
Jancis: Where was he going?
Minnie: Last night, we had a group come from fighting Teacher.
Jancis: You mean the dodjo leader?
Minnie: Yes. Your friend said he could probably beat him. So he went to challenge him.
Jancis: Oh.
Keeps eating
Jancis: Nice pancakes.
Minnie: Thanks.
Spike: You got any whipped cream?
Jancis: *I’m soooo bored*
We begin to pull up.

There is a large crash and Kieran is knocked to the ground into shot.
A man stands above him, holding a quarterstaff. He is known as Teacher or Mr Craig to his friends. Which he has many of, you just can’t meet them. They’re all busy.
He begins to poke Kieran in the chest with his staff.

Man: You’re beaten. That will be two hundred gold.
Kieran brushes it away.
Kiki: Listen Mr Craig.
Craig smashes his staff hard into Kieran’s stomach. He winces.
Mr Craig: It’s Teacher until you best me.
Kiki: Look Teacher. I don’t have any money on me.
The staff is dug in deeper.
Mr Craig: No money?
Kiki: No. My travelling companion keeps it.
Mr Craig: He doesn’t trust you with the money?
Kiki: Long story.

We cut to the road outside Yardale. Kieran and Thomas sit cross-legged on the side of the road. They are both naked.
Kiki: I thought-
Jancis: Shut up.
Kiki: It was an easy bet.
Jancis: Shut up!
Kiki: I’m hungry.
Jancis: Well you shouldn’t have bet everything!
Kiki: Now what?
Jancis: I’m going to get my coat back.
We see Jancis’ top half from behind. Across his back are two long vertical scars.
Kiki: How?
Jancis: I’m going to use my super-duper secret skill to get my clothes back. And my money. And my food.
He looks down.
Jancis: But first I need to get some trousers.
He walks off-screen right. Kieran sits there and then lifts his arm and stares at it.
Kiki: I hadn’t noticed that mole before.

Back to the dojo.
Kiki: And ever since then, Jancis has kept the money.
Mr Craig: You are a strange little man.
He hits Kieran in the throat with the staff. Kieran begins to choke.
Mr Craig: And now you’re going to die. You see what happens when you get cocky with me. You must have heard I’m unbeatable.
Kiki: Ja…JANCIS!
Mr Craig: You saying that your friend will pay for you?
Kiki: Yaaaa…YES!
He hits Kieran in the spot again. Kieran gets to his knees holding his throat.
Mr Craig: Fair enough. I’ll send a runner.
He pulls Kieran to his feet and walks him into the backroom.
Mr Craig: You want some tea? I have some di-ching-na.

Back to the inn. Spike is in full drunk-mode. The catgirl has taken a seat on the leftside of Jancis. She seems to be trying to drink her drink as quick as she can.
Spike: And that’s why you should never screw a centaur.
There is no reaction.
Tacchip: Sip u hyhen!
Jancis: Si paci hp!
Tacchip: (Looking at him now) Oea pwiul Tacchi?
Jancis: H jiucr jhnnji tced ncuqijp.
She laughs
Jancis: I’m not very good though.
She extends a paw.
Tacchip: Flora
He shakes.
Jancis: Thomas Jancis.
Spike: Speak human, you pussies. Hey, the pussy and the cat.
Jancis: (Not looking around) Shut up Spike and go bugger your sister.
Minnie: You better duck!

1) A + B
Jancis ducks as Spike tries to glass him.
Jancis swings back on his chair and into Flora’s arms. She pushes him at the skin head. Jancis falls and strikes out hard with his left fist. Gravity and momentum knocks Spike off his chair. to 2
The glass hits Jancis. He falls face first into the bar. Spike grabs Jancis by hair and prepares to smash him into the bar. to 1A

1A) A
Jancis pushes out with his hands and falls backwards. He and Spike tumble off their chairs. to 2
Spike slams Jancis' head down into the bar. He then pulls him back.
You are given four tries before Jancis is knocked out. You then have to start again.

Jancis rolls and tries to elbow Spike.
Jancis smashes into Spike's face. Spike pushes Jancis to his feet. to 3
Spike headbutts Jancis who staggers backwards. to 4

A woman who can only be Sister Spike stands in the stairway. If there was plastic surgery in this world, she would be a world champion. She looks irate and pouty until a chair almost knocks her down. She flees to her room.

Spike dives at Jancis.

B+A+A+A+B+A + B
Jancis pulls off a perfect handspring and lands on the table. He
stops and looks confused at the camera. He shrugs and lifts a chair over his head. to 5


The two men crash into each other. They wrestle hard but Spike gets the upperhand. He slips his hands around Jancis' neck and begins to squeeze. There is a loud snap.
Want to try again?


Spike throws his barstool
Jancis ducks the stool. He looks smug but doesn’t dodge the punch to the face. to 6
The stool hits Jancis in the forehead.
He drops the chair on top of his head, stunning himself.
to 6

Spike grabs Jancis by his shirt and swings him off the table. Spike brings his arm back to strike.

We’re back to the slightly birdseye view of the bar (which is a mess). Flora and Minnie stay back, both holding broken bottles.
Spike: You’re dead!

Voice: Mr Jancis?
The room’s inhabitants look at the doorway where a small boy now stands.

More than three fails
Jancis doesn't move.
Minnie: Mr Jancis?
Spike shakes the body.
Jancis ragdolls.
Spikes drops the body as quickly as he can and legs it out of the door.
We zoom in on the bloodied body of Jancis.
Do we want to try again?

Less than three Fails
Jancis raises his head weakly.
Jancis: I’m here.
The boy scurries to stand before him.
Boy: I’m sorry to interrupt your bar brawl but I’ve been sent to tell you that if you don’t pay the bet made by your friend, my master is going to snap his neck like the vermin he is.
He sticks out his hand. Jancis looks down and then into the boy’s face. The boy waggles his hand. Jancis sighs and swings back. He brings both feet into Spike’s crotch. He drops to the ground and Jancis lands in a heap. He struggles to his feet and pulls a coin out of his pocket. The boy pockets it.
Boy: You have a day until he's killed.
Jancis nods. The boy leaves. Jancis sighs and collapses.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

1. (The Beginning Cutscene)

This means a cutscene (quality filmfootage)
This is in-game

A man in a cloak is riding on the front of a horse drawn cart through the cobbled streets of a town. The back of the cart is covered in tarp. People stare at him. He raises his hand in greeting.
He stops in a public square that has a wall running along the North and East side. There is a guardtower in the North East corner. A very bored guard looks on as he leans against his pike.
The man gets off the cart and looks up. When he looks down, he bows low to the guard. He then whips off his cloak, to reveal a young, tall man with a dark beard. He is wearing a beret with a badge on it. He draws a rapier and points it at the wall. He barks a command. The back of the cart bursts as young men and woman, all wearing the beret pour out.
The guard whistles in warning before being run through by a rebel who hurries up the tower.

Panning up we hear a bell is ringing.

We cut inside of a locker room. The bell still rings as we zoom along men in various states of dress and preparation. We finally stop as we see a man from behind. We catch a glimpse of dark hair before he lowers a helmet over his head.
He slips on gloves and his boots. He then puts on a dark overcoat. Grabbing his riffle, he slams his locker close.
He runs outside, fastening his chinstrap. Failing, he falls into line with the other soldiers. Apart from their mouths and bumps, it is impossible to tell the soldiers apart. Most are not wearing the coat though. But enough are so that we loose our soldier in the thirty or so soldiers of both sexes.
The bell now stopped ,a commander walks up and down as he briefs them. He then thumps his left hand on his right breast and holds it up in a clenched fist. The others do the same and fall out.
We pan up over the barrack walls to reveal the rebels have blocked the entrances to the square with rubbish and wood to make a barricade.

In the gates of the barrack, the soldier stops to adjust his helmet.
Soldier: Ahh. Fiddly little-
A female soldier in the coat with epaulettes pushes past the soldier. She turns back.
Female Officer: Move it grunt.
She runs off as the soldier salutes.
Soldier: Yes, ma’m!
He runs off.

The rebels stand on the barricades taunting the guards. A red flag has placed at a jaunty angle in the barricade.
The soldiers stop and look up at the rebels. In moments they split into small groups. Most scatter while six stay and aim their riffles at the wall.
A giant of a man stands on the barricade and waves two curved blades at the foe. He is gunned down.
A young man, dressed in rough clothes runs over to him. He shakes him and lowers his head in remorse.

Five soldiers pour onto the screen. They stop
Soldier: What are you doing!
The young man picks up the fallen man’s blades and brandishes them.
He turns on the soldiers.
Young Man: I don’t have to answer to you!
Soldier: Is that so?
They begin to advance. The boy stands his ground but shakes a little.
One soldier swipes at the boy with a bayonet. He counters it and knocks the weapon out of the soldier’s hard.
He doesn’t have a chance to protect himself as a female soldier hits the boy hard in the face with her riffle.
The boy falls and the soldiers kick him off-screen right.

The boy rolls down the barricade and lands in a pile in the streets.
As he struggles to his feet, we see soldiers fighting civilians.

A soldier sees the man struggling.
He turns away and makes a “YES!” move with his left arm
Soldier: Oh boy! My first fight
He turns back.
Soldier: Hey you! STOP!
The boy gets to his feet.
The man walks towards the soldier. He raises his gun.

Soldier: Stay where you are!
The man stands in front of the soldier.
Young Man: Think fast!
The soldier lowers his weapon and cocks his head.
Soldier: Wah?
The man swings and strikes the soldier hard in the chin. The soldier falls to his knees and clutches his chin.
Soldier: *moan*
The soldier gets to his feet hesitantly and straightens.
His helmet clatters to the floor.

From this, we pan up the body to see our foe possess a fine pair of blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. He feels his chin and looks annoyed.

Soldier: You broke my chinstrap.
He points dramatically.
Soldier: Do you know how long it took for me to fix that? You’ll pay!
We enter our first battle. The man is on the left classed as Rioter and the soldier is classed as Soldier.
Soldier: This will teach you respect.
As he is weaponless, Rioter just throws stones. On the other hand Soldier has a bayonet and a riffle.
After three turns, the soldier laughs.

Soldier: Stones? You’re going to stop me with that?
Rioter: No He points behind the soldier With that!
The soldier turns
Soldier: What!?
Rioter runs.
The soldier turns back.
Soldier: ...That’s cheating!
End Battle

The man begins to run down the street. Behind him, the buildings are a-flame. He glances behind him. The soldier is nearly upon him. The young man screeches to a stop. The soldier leaps on him. They fall to the ground, punching and scratching.
They both begin to choke each other. They roll on the ground. The young man ends up on top and begins to push down. His eyes blaze with anger. The soldier’s hand flux wildly.
A soldier tumbles off the barricade and lands next to them, the curved blades stuck out his back.

The two warriors look at the body, shocked.
Young Man: Bloody Hell!
Soldier: Holy Crap!
They look at each other.
Young Man: Truce?
Soldier: Truce
They let go off each other and get to their feet. They brush themselves off and stretch.
Young Man: Good fight.
Soldier: Same.
Young Man: They teach you that in the army?
The soldier shrugs.
Soldier: My eyes are enticing.
Young Man: …
Soldier: Communal showers
The young man laughs.
The Soldier salutes like we saw in the training ground.
Soldier: Private Thomas Jancis. But you can call me Jancis.
The man mimics the salute
Young Man: Kieran Allen, Freeman. You can call me Kieran.
Jancis shakes his head.
Jancis: No chance. You’re Kiki now.
Kiki pulls the blades from the man and wipes them on the corpse.
Jancis: You’re going to use those?
Kiki: No. I’m just nicking things…OF COURSE, I’M GOING TO USE THEM!!!
Jancis: No need to shout.
Jancis walks to the top of screen and looks around.
Jancis: Anyway. I’m getting out of here.
He looks back at Kiki
Jancis: You coming?
Kiki: Back to your army base!? No chance!
Jancis shakes his head.
Jancis: Nah. I quit. Didn’t join to get chocked.
He points in front of him
Jancis: Let’s go get a drink.

They walk off as the camera rises to show the town of Yardale. Most of the south quarter is ablaze and the barricades are obvious.
As we raise higher we see the logo:

over the setting sun.

Monday, January 01, 2007

The Last Stand

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It had gone from bad to worse.
Sarah had been struck down twenty minutes ago, the words of the King Penguin Summon on her lips.
All around the ‘Verse the Pengui tribe began to weep and fall over in sorrow.

Kiki had fallen to their foe’s “Glass Attack”. At present, thousands of shards of coloured glass were wedged deep beneath his skin.
They looked so peaceful with their lifeforce gone. Not a scar upon them. So nice!

Thomas sighed and wished he had found time to write in his journal before the battle. There would be no memory of their party. The world would have to move on or fall into darkness.
“Oh well. At least I’m wearing brown trousers,” he murmured.
YoU cAn GiVe Up NoW jAnCiS! the creature moaned. YoUr FrIeNdS aRe SlAiN! KnEeL bEfOrE mE!
Jancis wiped his hands on his jeans and glared over his shades at the beast.
“I would love to use some amazing speech that will rally the troops. But I’m tired, so I’m just going to summon my summon and we’re going to end this!”

He threw his blade high into the air. Jancis got a strong burning behind his eyes. The world swam. Suddenly he snapped into a small book-lined study. An old man with a large moustache was sitting in a snug armchair. He looked up at Jancis and smiled apologetically.
“I’m tired. Come back later”
Jancis’ eyes bulged in terror
With a flash, he was back in the battle.

The boss grined it’s sardonic grin.
YoU’rE gOdS hAvE lEfT yOu! NoW pRePaRe To DiE!!!!

Thomas closed his eyes.
“Leaf on the wind. Leaf on the-” he whispered.
The mutant claw crashed through the front of Jancis’ body. It slowly began to open wider and wider until his sweet, sweet lifefluids poured down the bosses’ arm.
Sedated, the creature dropped Jancis back into his chosen sport.

Jancis flopped to the ground, his eye rolling into the back of his head.
He let a slow death rattle and then was still.

Everything goes black