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Tuesday 12 April 2011

Sci fi rip off

Another story i did thats a parody of the fantastic voyage. enjoy.


FANTASTIC JOURNEY

PAGE ONE

PANEL ONE: View from above of a body lay on an operating table. Surgeons, scientist and nurses working around him.

CAPTION BOX:
YEAR 2178 B.C.E. OPERATING THEATRE OF THE ST. QUALXOR HOSPITAL.

SURGEON:
NURSE, THE PATIENT IS READY. BRING THE CAPTAIN AND HIS TEAM OVER.


PANEL TWO: View from above and in front a nurse walking. She is holding a tray with a needle on it.

NURSE:
COMING DOCTOR.


PANEL THREE: A close up of the tray and needle with the nurses hands at the edges of the PANEL.

CAPTAIN (OFF):
THIS WAS GOING TO BE TRICKY. SYMPTOMS INCLUDED VIOLENT SPASMS IN THE SPINAL COLUMN, HALLUCINATIONS, FEVER AND NO CAUSE HAS BEEN DETECTED.


PANEL FOUR: Just the needle now, full with fluid and a tiny dot floating in it.

CAPTAIN (OFF):
THAT’S WHY THEY’VE GOT US. WE’RE THE BEST AT EXPLORATORY AND DIAGNOSTIC MEDICINE IN THE BUSINESS.


PANEL FIVE: Now we can see inside the needle and the dot is revealed to be a shuttle. It has small window PANELs, thrusters and wings. On top is a glass dome with a canon attached. A stereotypical sci-fi vehicle.

CAPTAIN (OFF):
OR MAYBE WE’RE THE ONLY ONES CRAZY ENOUGH TO PULL OFF A STUNT LIKE THIS.

PAGE TWO

PANEL ONE: A page wide panel revealing the crew in the command deck of the ship. The Captain stands on the furthest left. He is a handsome middle aged man. He stands with his hands on his hips, boldly looking out into the mysterious distance. Behind him stands another, less impressive man, First Mate Vaklev. Vaklev is slimy, devious and wears a crooked scowl. After him, sat at a work station with lots of bleeping lights and radars like devices, is navigation officer Jane O’Hare. She is blonde and beautiful. Her jumpsuit is tight fitting and can barely contain her heaving bosom. After Jane stands the bookish chief science officer Frazer and with him is the young and innocent deck hand Toby. The following captions should float next to the characters in the panel.
CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX)1:
THE TEAM INCLUDES MYSELF.

CAPTAIN:
STATUS REPORT

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX)2:
MY FIRST MATE VAKLEV.

VAKLEV:
WE’RE READY FOR INJECTION CAPTAIN.

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX)3:
THE BEAUTIFUL YET INTELLIGENT NAVIGATION OFFICER JANE O’HARE

JANE:
NAVIGATION READY

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX)4:
CHIEF SCIENCE AND MEDICAL OFFICER DR. FRAZER.

FRAZER:
MED-TOOLS PRIMES AND READY

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX)5:
AND OUR DECK HAND AND GOOD LUCK CHARM, TOBY

TOBY:
LET’S GO!

PANEL TWO: The nurse is injecting the unconscious patient in the arm.

CAPTAIN (OFF):
SINCE SPINAL INJECTION WAS TOO RISKY, WE’D HAVE TO ENTER THE BLOOD STREAM AND MAKE OUR WAY TO THE SPINAL COLUMN.

PANEL THREE: A head shot of the Captain, gritting his teeth.

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX):
IT COULD TAKE US A FEW DAYS BUT WE’D SAVE THIS GUY DAMMIT.

CAPTAIN:
HOLD ON EVERYONE, THIS MIGHT GET BUMPY!

PANEL FOUR: Shot from inside a vein. The cavernous roof has a large metal shaft protruding from it; it’s the tip of the needle and from it shoots the ship, a stream of bubbles trailing behind it.
CAPTAIN (OFF):
WE’RE IN!


PAGE THREE

PANEL ONE: The captain sits in his command chair. He strokes his chin with one hand in contemplation.

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX):
THUS FAR THE MISSION HAS BEEN A SUCCESS, BUT AT LITTLE OVER A DAY VAKLEV IS STARTING TO SHOW SIGNS OF PRESSURE.

PANEL TWO: A frontal of Vaklev shouting out. His hair is tattered and his eyes are blood shot. He holds onto his face as he slowly becomes a gibbering maniac.
VAKLEV:
WE’RE IN A HUMAN BODY! DO YOU HAVE ANY DEA HOW CRAZY THIS IS! I BLAME FRAZER! YOUR SCIENCE HAS TAKEN US TOO FAR!

PANEL THREE: Toby is stood in a door way looking with shock at Dr Frazer’s dead body. Various medical tools stick out of his chest as blood glides across the floor.

CAPTAIN (CAPTION):
BY THE SECOND MORNING THE PRESSURE OF THE OPERATION HAD BECOME TOO MUCH AND TRADGEDY STUCK.

TOBY: HEY DOC IT’S TIME TO… OH MY GOD!


PANEL FOUR: Vaklev sits on tiny bed grimacing. He is handcuffed and in the back ground stands the Captain behind a laser fence.

CAPTIAN (THOUGHT BOX):
I HAD NO CHOICE.

CAPTAIN:
WHEN WE GET OUT OF HERE YOU’LL FACE TRIAL, TIL THEN ENJOY THE BRIG.


PANEL FIVE: Exterior shot of the ship again. This time the wall of the vein is crashing into the side of the ship, cracking the hull.

CAPTAIN(CAPTION):
DAY THREE BROUGHT MORE BAD NEW. AN INVOLUNTARY MUSCLE SPASM IN THE PATIENT CAUSED SERIOUS HULL DAMAGE.


PAGE FOUR

PANEL ONE: The Captain and Jane have small jet packs and helmets on as they float outside the ship as they repair the damage. Toby is nowhere to be seen.
CAPTAIN:
SURE IS GOOD TO GET THE SHIP UP AND RUNNING AGAIN EH TOBY? TOBY

PANEL TWO: The Captain stares with shock as Toby’s half dissolved corpse floats towards him. A white blood cell is attached to Toby and in the back ground we can see more approaching.

CAPTAIN:
TOBY! NO!

JANE (OFF):
CAPTAIN HELP!

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX):
WHITE BLOOD CELLS, THE BODIES DEFENCE SYSTEM, HAD DETECTED US AND WHERE TRYING TO GET RID OF US.

PANEL THREE: The Captain grabs Jane as he kicks a white blood cell from her. Her clothes have been partially dissolved to make her even sexier.
CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX): THANKFULLY I WAS ABLE TO GET TO JANE BEFORE ANY REAL DAMAGE WAS CAUSED.

CAPTAIN: OFF YOU BRUTE!

JANE: OH MY!

PANEL FOUR: Now inside the ship the Captain runs to the steering wheel as Jane pulls the hatch closed.
CAPTAIN:
LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

PANEL FIVE: The ship blasts away leaving the white blood cells reeling in its wake.

PAGE FIVE
PANEL ONE: The Captain stands at the steering wheel. He steers with one hand and holds onto Jane with the other. She looks frightened whilst he has a look of steely determination.
CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX):
WE MANAGED TO GET AWAY MAKE IT TO THE CAUSE OF ALL THE PROBLEMS…

JANE:
OH CAPTAIN, IT WAS SO HORRIBLE.

CAPTAIN:
YOU’RE SAFE NOW.

PANEL TWO: A shot of the Captain and Jane both looking shocked.
CAPTAIN: WHAT THE?

JANE: GASP!


PANEL THREE: A big panel looking out of the main window of the ship, the captain is in the corner of the panel looking on in shock as we see another ship, crashed into the wall of a muscle. Some dark fluid leaks from it upward like smoke and its hazard lights are blinking. Outside the ship is a person in the jumpsuit waving at the ship as it arrives.

CAPTAIN (THOUGHT BOX):
BUT NOW WE’VE ARRIVED, I HAVE TO WONDER, WAS IT WORTH IT?

STRANDED PERSON:
OH HEY! OVER HERE! CAN YOU GUYS GIVE ME A LIFT?

The Sorry entertainer and a new script

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SUPER TRAMPS

PAGE ONE

PANEL ONE: A long panel. At the left of it stand four Tramps huddled around a burning trash can in an alley way. We can see the wind blowing rubbish through the alley as the Tramps discuss their situation.
TRAMP ONE:
I TELL YA, IT’S THOSE CORPORATIONS. THEY’RE EVIL.EVER SINCE THE CORPORATE REVOLUTION THEY GET RICH AND WE GET POORER.

TRAMP TWO:
FAT CHANCE.

TRAMP THREE:
HEH.

PANEL TWO: Just a shot of two of the tramps now, Tramp One is on the left still angry and still preaching to the others. Next to him another tramp who hasn’t spoken is bending down reaching for something.
TRAMP ONE:
IF I COULD I’D TAKE THEM BASTARDS DOWN. EVEN THE PLAYING FIELD FOR GUYS LIKE US Y’KNOW?

BENDING TRAMP:
HEY GUYS LOOK AT THIS!

PANEL THREE: we can see the hand of the tramp holding a flier, at the top of which is a logo for Zeus Biotech. The flier reads as following.
FLIER: URGENT: FIVE VOLUNTEERS NEEDED FOR EXPERIMENTAL RESEARCH. ALL WILL BE CONSIDERED. REMUNERATION OF 10,000 CREDITS FOR EACH PARTICIPANT. REPORT TO THE ZEUS BIOTECH. MENGELE STREET.

PANEL FOUR: The Bending Tramp on the right of the panel looks over to Tramp One on the left. The both have smiles on their faces.
BENDING TRAMP:
WHADDYA THINK?

TRAMP ONE:
WELL, MAYBE THEY ARENT ALL THAT BAD.

BENDING TRAMP:
HEH HEH.


PAGE TWO

PANEL ONE: The four tramps stand in a line in a hospital ward as in the background as Doctor walks past them in the foreground dictating. He holds a clipboard out in front of him.
DOCTOR:
BY SIGNING THESE CONSENT FORMS YOU RELEASE ZEUS BIOTECH OF ANY RESPONSIBILITIES REGARDING SIDE EFFECTS AND AGREE TO UNDERGO EXPERIMENTAL GENE THERAPY...

PANEL TWO: Frontal view of the Doctor holding out the clip board as a filthy, ragged hand reaches out towards it.
DOCTOR: ALL TO THE SUM OF 10,000 CREDITS OF COURSE.

PANEL THREE: Tramp One is now in a medical gown tilting his head and gurning as the Doctor, who is stood behind him, administers an injection to his neck.

CAPTION:
MEDICAL REPORT:
THREATMENT BEGINS. PHASE ONE. CROMOSONAL RECONSTRUCTIVE BIO-MITES ADMINISTERED INTRAVENOUSLY.

TRAMP ONE:
UUNG! THINK ABOUT THE MONEY, THINK ABOUT THE MONEY.

PANEL FOUR: Another tramp lies on a slab with metallic arcs placed over various parts of his body. The arc project a series of green lights over his body.
CAPTION:
PHASE TWO. ADMINISTRATION OF NEO-GENIC RADIATION. NOW WE WAIT.

TRAMP TWO:
WHOA, TRIPPY!

PANEL FIVE: One of the tramps, whilst sat in a bed, violently vomits to the side. He looks pained and is starting to turn a funny colour.
CAPTION:
INITIAL SIDE EFFECTS INCLUDE NAUSEA, VOMITING AND DISCOLOURATION OF THE SKIN.

BENDING TRAMP: HUURRHHGG!


PAGE THREE

PANEL ONE: A frontal shot of one of Tramp Three looking at himself in the mirror. He touches his cheek as blood begins to stream from his eyes, nose and mouth.
CAPTION:
MEDICAL REPORT: DAY THREE. SIDE EFFECTS HAVE WORSENED. THE PATIENTS HAVE BEGUN TO BLEED FROM FACIAL ORRIFICES.

TRAMP THREE:
OH MAN ...COUGH! COUGH!

PANEL TWO: Tramp One is laid in his bed. He has become wraith like. His medical gown is baggy over his now skeletal frame and his eyes are sunken into his head.
CAPTION:
MEDICAL REPORT: DAY FOUR. THE PATIENT HAVE GOTTEN WORSE. I FEAR THAT THEY WON’T MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT

PANEL THREE: Tramp One is stood at the foot of his bed. He has made a full recovery and even better he has grown into a Greek god of a man. He is shirtless and flexing his powerful arms. The Doctor looks on smiling as he scribbles on his clipboard.
CAPTION:
AND ON THE FIFTH DAY, A MAN CREATED GODS.

DOCTOR:
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

TRAMP ONE:
ARE YOU KIDDING? GREAT!

PANEL FOUR: A few of the tramps stand around lifting dumbbells whilst the Bending Tramp lifts an absolutely huge barbell over his head with ease.
CAPTION:
THE SUBJECTS HAVE MADE AN ASTOUNDING RECOVERY AND BETTER YET THE TREATMENT WAS A SUCCESS. WE’VE PRODUCED SUPERHUMAN LIMITS IN STRENGTH...

BENDING TRAMP:
999,1000. GEEZ DOC HAVEN’T YOU GOT ANYTHING A LITTLE HEAVIER. THIS IS TOO EASY.

PANEL FIVE: Tramp One runs on a treadmill with various sensors attached to his chest. The Doctor stands behind him, once again scribbling on his clipboard and smiling.
CAPTION:
AS WELL AS SPEED AND ENDURANCE.

TRAMP ONE:
WHAT’S MY TIME DOC?

DOCTOR:
YOU’VE JUST RAN A MARATHON IN UNDER AN HOUR.

TRAMP ONE:
THAT GOOD?

DOCTOR:
THE WORLD RECORD WAS A LITTLE OVER TWO HOURS.


PAGE FOUR



PANEL ONE: The Doctor stands addressing the now Super Tramps. They each hold those miniature cups that pills are distributed in; some of them have the cups held to their mouths as the swallow the content.
CAPTION:
MEDICAL REPORT: PHASE THREE. FINAL ORAL ADMINSTRATION.

DOCTOR:
AS YOU CAN SEE THE TREATMENT HAS BEEN A RESOUNDING SUCCESS. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’RE THE WORLDS FIRST SUPER HUMANS.

PANEL TWO: Tramp One, smiling happily shakes the hand of the Doctor eagerly.
TRAMP ONE:
THIS IS GREAT DOC WE’VE BEEN TALKING AND WE’VE COME UP WITH AN IDEA.

PANEL THREE: The four tramps stand together smiling, looking heroic and bold as they tell the Doctor their plans for the future. Except for bending Tramp who is stood at the end of the group with one hand resting on his stomach as he frowns.
TRAMP ONE:
YA SEE, WE COME FROM NOTHING AND NOW WE’RE LIKE THIS. IT’D SEEM IRRISPONSIBLE TO WASTE SUCH A GIFT. SO WE’VE DECIDED THAT WE’RE GONNA FIGHT IN JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD WHEREVER WE FIND IT.

PANEL FOUR: The Doctor looks down as he wipes his glasses on his lab coat. He is totally unshaken by the ridiculous news he has just received.
DOCTOR:
FIGHTING CRIME? OH MY THAT DOES SOUND EXCITING.

PANEL FIVE: Tramp One tries to force a smile as a pain kicks in his stomach. He put one hand to his stomach.
TRAMP ONE:
YEAH...OOOH, I MUST BE HUNGRY, WE’RE THE WORLDS FIRST SUPER HEROES.

PAGE FIVE

PANEL ONE: The Super Tramps all begin to hold onto their stomachs in agony. Their faces contorted in pain.
BENDING TRAMP:
URG! HEY DOC, SOMETHINGS GOING WRONG. MY STOMACH HURTS REAL BAD.

PANEL TWO: Shot of the Doctor as he holds his glasses up to light to clean them. He is calm and reserved, indifferent to the pleas of the Super Tramps.

DOCTOR:
I ASSURE YOU NOTHING IS WRONG. THAT LAST DOSAGE WAS POISON. YOU SEE ZEUS BIOTECH IS A GLOBAL CORPORATION AND LEADER IN BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS RESEARCH.

PANEL THREE: A big panel. In the foreground the Doctor has turned his back on the Super Tramps and begins to walk away smiling sinisterly whilst in the back ground the Tramps coil over in pain as they begin to die.

TRAMP ONE:
WHA... URK!

TRAMP TWO:
AHH! GURGLE!

DOCTOR: AND WE CAN’T JUST HAVE OUR NEWEST PRODUCT RUNNING AROUND STOPPING CRIMINALS, DESPOTS AND VILLAINS. AFTERALL, WITH THEM ALL GONE, WHO WOULD WE EVER SELL OUR WEAPONS TO?