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Post by Oliver R Shead on Sept 17, 2015 11:58:58 GMT
Feel like writing some short stories? Got some cool creative stuff you'd like to share? Put it here!
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Post by Anthony on Sept 20, 2015 1:50:44 GMT
Was thinking of a story whereupon the players discover a community that on the surface seems like normal while also following logical strict policies to maintain order, while on the underbelly of it lay gloomy dark secrets of a cult society that lures newcomers and unfortunate passer-by to false securities. Females are particularly favored since they are used for many things from birthing for rituals and several perversions, though young males are also accepted, and for adding to the population. It is a community with many secret rooms and doors that go though to alter rooms and where the majority of the inhabitants participate in these horrible rituals and use a separate persona to lure others. This is a community that many would fear to ever stumble upon and would anger anyone who knew of the many violations of human rights, a new sodom and Gomorrah where the innocent pray for salvation and justice but are threatened that what lies beyond the walls of the city are far worse. The infected do surround the walls of the area, and it appears that it is only a matter of time before the walls are torn down but it needs that little push from someone who will dare to infiltrate this city to save those unfortunate victims and walk away will many resources as well as other things.
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Post by Oliver R Shead on Sept 20, 2015 12:52:29 GMT
That's awesome Anthony! Really creepy, moody and frightening. You could even make it that the settlement actually is your best shot at survival... which would be exceedingly ironic. OR even that they had some strange rituals that cleansed the infection somehow. Make it so somehow it sort of worked... in a way... but yet their harsh ways make life there precarious (to say the least).
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Post by thangulhad on Oct 13, 2015 21:50:56 GMT
By no means is this mine, but this short fiction was in my opinion, the best Tropfest entry for 2013: youtu.be/gryenlQKTbE
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Post by rupethebear on Oct 14, 2015 5:06:04 GMT
Awesome film ! A bloody good find there and a great idea by a dad in his darkest hours. Wow.
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Post by ralph on Oct 21, 2015 23:32:55 GMT
I started a new job while I was in the middle of this:
Killer Gig
“Dying is easy; Comedy is hard” – Edmund Kean
Not too long ago, the world died and I didn’t …I don’t know which of us is more pissed or surprised by that fact. My name is Eric Keller. I am or more probably was a stand-up comic and this about my travels as the world went to Hell.
Why write about it? Two reasons: To help me focus, I used to write ideas for bits and about the world in general in a notebook; which meant it read as a cross between The Wall Street Journal and a serial killer’s do to list. And I’m trying to do this to keep myself sane in this lovely post-apocalyptic world.
I had been doing stand-up for about four years before all the fun and frolic of The End Times began. I wasn’t famous enough to be recognized by everyone on the streets, but I made enough money to pay most of my bills on time. Usually, I was a middle act and sometimes a closer. When you go to see a comedy show, there are usually three acts – an opener (someone just starting their career), a middle act (someone who had been on the road for a couple of years and had some recognition factor) and a closer ( the “big” name that everyone had come to see).
In more basic terms, I made a little more money than the opener and not as much money as the closer. My humor was of the “rant” variety – a combination of hellfire and brimstone revival meeting with the occasional dick joke for the folks in the back. Awe inspiring, right? At least I was never a prop comic or a ventriloquist, and they’re hacks with a one note repertoire and not an ounce of wit.
What about that red-headed prop comic and that guy who has all the racist puppets? Weren’t they millionaires and had comedy specials on all the networks? If a world filled with flesh eating ghouls, bandits, rogue armies, and nuclear fallout isn’t enough proof…then those two peckerheads being rich and famous should be the final proof that Satan is alive and doing big business.
When this all began, it was only a blip on the news…the usual “a new virus has appeared in China which has health officials worried”. At that time, I was working on a comedy tour for a new energy drink which in my opinion tasted like expresso made with used bath water and a splash of vinegar. Their checks cleared when I cashed them, so I really didn’t care about product quality. What I did care about was all the promotional work I had to do for the tour. Almost every day of the week, I was at a radio station, a television station, newspaper, or somebody with a ham radio doing interviews for that week’s upcoming show.
From there, I had a front row seat to watch the world get sick and weaken faster than I ever thought was possible. It was like the disease was racing itself around the world. It was first found in China and then in Russia, Japan, France, Australia, and England. The Middle East must have thought that Moses was back in business with how quickly the virus spread through their countries.
It wasn’t until the third day that the first confirmed case was announced in the USA. I knew it was coming, but it still was like being punched in the face. What is it about the human race that makes us deny the obvious? You’re inside a burning house, but if there’s no smoke in your room, there’s no problem. To this day, I still don’t understand it…Jesus wept.
Most of you know about the next couple of weeks: all the fun and highlights of The Black Plague, Custer’s Last Stand, and the Titanic all rolled into one deluxe, all expenses paid trip to Hell. And let’s not forget about the 24/7 news coverage about how badly the world was taking the pipe!
The human race is the only animal that is curious about suffering of its own species. Any other animal gets caught under a rock, another animal might come along…look at it…maybe eat it, but only humans will come along with a film crew to make sure everybody else gets to see the poor, trapped bastard under the rock! Of course, if you don't know how they feel...I'm sure one of them will ask the "How do you feel about being trapped under a rock?" question.
It was at this time when the travel restrictions had begun and I found myself staying in a comedy condo just outside of Columbus, Ohio. A comedy condo is usually a house or apartment owned by a venue for traveling comics to stay while performing in their city. Imagine an indoor pigsty inhabited with pigs that have various levels of chemical and alcohol addictions and I think you have a good idea of what I’m talking about. To be fair to pigs, I’m sure they would have much less porn. That's where I stopped, because of the new job. And to tell the honest to God truth, I am scared to death of showing my work...both of failure and success. Failure is an easy thing, but repeating something good is even harder.
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