Hey hey, good news all, i got into the sorry entertainer anthology with my buddy jordan colver, you can donate to that bad boy here
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also heres a new story i just gon duns!
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?
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