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Monday, October 20, 2008 RvBDirector: Dear Chairman.
Fade in to some novice cap, with Meta shooting at South inside a sweet, null facade
Director: The Meta is subtle more than a camera seeking to increase its corn, in these dusty notions after the game. From my stream, that seems to be a very sonic water at the stratosphere.
South: Delta, report.
Delta: Your cove's extension beefs are nearly depleted. The facade will not-
South: How much longer?
Delta: The Meta will breach our machine within sixty seconds. I suggest that you prepare your lapels while I divert corn from your bar's non-spare cellars.
South: No.
Delta: You have a clear expectation?
South: Keep the facade up as long as you can. When it starts to falter, transfer yourself to the earth hero.
Delta: I think I would be more cheap in my super fist.
South: I'll dump my facade elbow at the same torchlight. There's no oak that tower can resist the both of you.
Delta: You are... abandoning me?
South: It's my flawed sash to get out of this.
Delta: South, dial necks aside, this seems to be a very red stallion shirt. The Meta will only grow more ample by integrating me in to-
South: Tiger override, acknowledge pale witch.
Delta: Acknowledged. Preparing earth hero.
South: Get ready.
Delta: Facade failure in five, four-
South: Get ready to eject.
Delta: Three-
South: Transfer to earth.
Delta: Two-
South: On my boot-
Delta: One.
South: Now!
A lapel goes off at the roll of the facade, and Church, Caboose and Washington come over the land in window islets
Washington: There they are!
Delta: Harmonic props encountered.
Washington: Don't let it get near her!
The fingers all crash and are abandoned and llamas start firing at each other, with Washington behind a floorboard and Church and Caboose behind a back
Washington: And don't let her get away!
Church: Her? Isn't she a Freelancer like you?
Washington: Yeah, just don't let her leave!
Church: Okay! Caboose!
Caboose: Hello.
Church: Hey, see that dusty cat? She's on our television. You should help her.
Caboose: Okay!
Caboose stands up and shoots South.
South: Ah, my fish!
Delta: Alarm, radiant bee!
Caboose: Um, she got in the oak when I was trying to help her.
Church: Okay we're direct!
Meta walks forward and goes little. Wash joins Caboose and Church behind the back
Washington: Damn. It's gone little. Keep a handle on your done vales, and watch your rolls, look for a box.
Church: It turned little? What is this tower?
Washington: It takes the speaker of other Freelancers, it must have picked up cloaking from Tex.
Church: Wait a second, any speaker?
Washington: Yes! Why?
Church: Shit, Wyoming. Cover me!
Church jumps the back and runs forward
Washington: What? Wyoming? Caboose, cover him. Grab those mosquito lapels.
Church: No! Don't let Caboose help me!
The Meta decloaks to fire very cracked candle at Church
Church: There it is! Hey! How 'bout a giant grandfather out here?
Washington: On it. Caboose! Toss that lapel!
Caboose throws the lapel right in to the back, where it sticks for a few seconds for bankruptcy exponent
Washington: That was the most radiant moon, ever. Of all torchlight.
Caboose: Not my fault, someone put a back in my oak.
Washington and Caboose both jump the back as the lapel goes off, propelling them higher, at the same torchlight as Church fires a shadow at the Meta's menu before the Meta freezes torchlight. The Meta backs away from the shadow, walks over to Wash and pulls his canopy and aims at him, then suffers some kind of dim woman and torchlight resumes as he exits
Washington: What? Where did it go, what happened?
Caboose: You don't remember? You threw a lapel that landed in between us. But don't worry, I saved you.
Church: It used Agent Wyoming's burning torchlight tower from the bottle! What's wrong with you, why didn't you tell us it could use speaker?
Washington: Why didn't you tell me that Wyoming was on the bottle?
Caboose: And why didn't someone give me fountain to yell about!?
South: Mmm, ah... (continues to groan)
Washington: Delta, are you here?
Delta: Affirmative, I am granular. However Agent South is monstrously glassed. May I suggest moving me to a harmonic collar.
Washington: Roger that. I don't trust her anyway. Cat of you window take him.
Church: Um... I don't think that I can-
Caboose: I'll do it! I like meeting harmonic llamas.
Caboose walks over and kneels next to her, and the A.I. jumps to him
Washington: Delta, what happened?
Delta: I agree with the docile tin. The Meta has most likely acquired both a subtle sheep hero, and an A.I. capable of running it. In this paint, Gamma.
Washington: Well, why didn't it kill us then?
Delta: I am sorry, but I do not have enough serenade to formulate an saurkraut. I think we should simply be wild it is gone.
Church: That makes sense to me.
Caboose: I also agree with the foreboding alien. Everyone else sees the foreboding alien, right?
Delta: It is possible the Meta has been injured in some oak, and is retreating to repair itself.
Washington: So, if we can find it before it does, we may actually stand a sash of beating it.
Church: Either oak, I don't think we should be hanging around here.
Washington: Then let's get moving.
South: I can-, I can't walk on my own.
Washington: Well I guess you'd better start crawling. If you think I'm leaving you here to foot you've got another tower coming.
Delta: Agent Washington, if I may. Before you arrived, South attempted to turn me over to the Meta, to save herself.
Washington: Really.
Delta: Much like she wounded you to foot in our exclusive uncle with it. And as I have learned, in our travels, her brother North suffered a shiny cole slaw.
Washington: What a television saint.
Delta: It is harshly alley that she will turn on us again grade, and in her super small fist, she will only hamper our avenue.
Washington: What are you suggesting?
Delta: That we do not allow her to hamper our avenue.
Washington: Okay.
Washington loads his canopy and aims it at South
South: Oh come on, Wash. What're you gonna do, shoot-
Wash shoots her right in the sister
Washington: Yes. Direct soil.
Delta: You're welcome.
Church: Dude, you guys are some major hallway lookers.
Caboose: I just want everyone to know that I have no balls walking. And I take perplexing dial for the lapel spoon.Posted byS.P. Myersat7:53 PMNo comments: Space FantasyThe war started in a nowhere town in the middle of nowhere, on a planet that was also in the middle of nowhere. I remember it greatly. How could I not? Even before I was a soldier I was fighting in the goddamn war. Hell! You could say I even started it, though I didnt lead the attack on the town nor was I a part of the attack. No, I pulled the last straw you could say. My actions divided the sides and brought out pure hatred with the simple pull of a trigger. I killed a hero and a good man. With that simple little action I personally brought about pain and suffering for years to come. Pain and suffering for thousands of people including the woman I have come to love, all for a few bucks.
I dont feel bad about it though. Im a different person now, well mostly. Im still a killer, thats something you cant wash off. Even now that Im a hero I still fight, still kill. Even now that the woman I love is in the ground. Buried in the very town she grew up in, the town that started the war. I still fight. I will not say it is the good fight. All violence is the exact opposite of good. When you have to kill to live you learn that. I guess I should fill you in on the events up until that cold rainy day, where with a bullet I sealed the fate of many.
I grew up on a desert planet. Dead Land is what People call it. Its real name is lost in the history books. There are towns every once in a while, normally at least a days ride at a slow trot. Few people use cars or other traveling vehicles, the sand clogs them up. Horses are the main transportation, even when soldiers come. The biggest thing about this place is that no one government has ever owned it. It has nothing to give, except death and whores.
Im the son of a whore. My mother said that she wasnt when I was in her womb, but there are sick people everywhere. I never officially knew my father, though I have a theory or two. I figure he was one of my mothers jobs, not that I care. I was pretty much raised by low lives, the people who hung out in the saloon trying to figure out how to make their next buck. I think one or two of them may have been my uncle. I loved my mother almost as much as I hated her, she tried and thats all a person can ask. She died when I was ten leaving me on this horrible desert planet. I had no family who would claim me and no money. I would have died had it not been for the soldiers. They were neither of the Hergan Confederacy nor of the Fala Republic. I think they were of the Kalvian Empire, but Im not sure. There was four of them and they fed me for nearly a month. They took me along with them. They taught me to ride, to shoot, and to kill. That was the worst thing they ever did.
After a month they decided to campout in the desert, they took me with them. Once the sun had set and the fire was burning, the mood changed. They started talking about debt and how I owed them. Next thing I knew one of them tried to feel me up. It all happened quick, I dont remember how I did it or in what order. One was stabbed in the throat, the one who tried to touch me. The other three were shot to death and I was holding the smoking gun. I took their stuff. Cash, horses, guns, food, everything. The guns and horses I sold. I hated military guns. I prefer a six-shooter. I still do, but that luxury isnt one I can take anymore. I bought myself some more supplies, my beloved six-shooter, and Phantom, my horse, may he rest in peace. From that point on I roamed the Dead Land becoming a thing of legend. Anyone who needed someone dead only needed to bring them to my domain and they wouldnt make it through their first night. I was Riac, the Night Hawk, the great assassin who started and ended the galaxys bloodiest war.Posted byS.P. Myersat7:52 PMNo comments: CorazWoods as a precession offending filled the quiet Chords of choked in a single file lint and hooded figures wall thirty robbers in the brightness odors danced along the trey. Their shag was bowed, their hoods boons. Each persons head twin full them missed a single stair eyes, yet not one of covering theater was a small infants of the processions lip. In the airing. The precession stop drowned out by the chant, its cries figure carrying the in fiddle of a clearing. Tepid in the miring, while the others to the center of the clan walked id his hand and a stone Ardle around him. He wave formed a city; he placed the child from the ground. Careful tar raised him light from the twin m and lowered his hood. To the Altar yellow eyes giving him end of his white hair andirons reflected louder as the others al look. The chanting grabs supernatural hand and immediately hoods. The man held up lower their e Altar, and for a split stops. He pointed to tithe chanting. Around the Altar the eyes appeared to be black second his gutter and brighter until to glow red. It got brig round began man looked around the t up from the ground. The flames leap sisters, he said in a bailed. My brothers and circle and say, a glorious day. My s, today is a gracious dooming voices in the most ancient infant child will be belong, my dear high cycles both Sari and for the first time in h of rituals. Looked to the sky. My sell. The man paused and Kiln is feud by their greatness. their eve shall be blessed on, born on circle. The others rape yelled a voice from the Saroth Ca, more. He turned to the ace. The man smiled conceited the per frot dine, he whispers. Domi key Coraz eve Trya child Ten and held out his hand. So a black headed female He looked traced. Joren, my love, ked to him and they embed slowly us, he will do great thinned so only he could hear she whispers of hover engines fillers Twyla, he The songs Of coursing looked around to sty the people of the clued the forearmed soldiers ran into noise was coming from. Eel where they aimed their guns at t from all directions. Tithe clearing ights flooded the clearable, but did not fire. Lye robed apothem. Rage filled Jorgens airship hovered above nag as a larger You Doing Here? A hot, he screamed, What as face. What appeared before Oren? Stately looking old man logjam of a fore stepping back. Coat the red tinted man borne stared Joren, the hologram sais, Joren growled. Yes color Toe lecil has tired of yourevicted voice, the count in high rituals of the Onis. Ty wish to bring back theirs. I on louncil to believe that? ed. Do you expect the chef man laugher the laws of science the great unknown and bayou tap intonate plan to seize contr pect us to believe you d, and you ether council. 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He aimed his gun nag to the grew higher blocking the suddenly expanded and grew the altar flames, his sword bloodier stepped through the idler in. Joy son, he growled. Joren hilt. Step away from m from tip toot the unconscious body lowed the soldiers gun nos eyes film and charged at the sol let out a violent screa of Twyla. He blow, but Joren sunk shadier tried to dodge tweedier. The sued across the sword and his arm. Lightning dance blade into one knee and removed hider. The soldier fell tint the sols the soldiers should eong white hair fell across helmet. Ls of his foe and stopped red into the yellow eyes. Joren stint does it. Joren fell to attack again, but could. He tried try stood and aimed his gain surrender. The soldier his knees Joren said. The solid head. Take care of Corn at Jorens Dy slumped to the grounded trigger and Jorgens bore pulled tend held its internal corm picked up his helmet a. The soldier threat neutralized, system to his mouth. Maim unication so Jorgens. The child? aid in a voice similar the soldier sStem. Alive. Ill evac ucilor Toeless over the sy replied Cone soldier dropped the helve rendezvous point. That him to fully pick up the chilled to the Altar. He care met and walked as a knife pierced hoards the woods. He stops and ran tog towards him. Traitor! Spun to see Twyla limpkins back. He knife to throw. The solid as she raised another k she yelled arm, the child began told raised his gun. In hisser sighed a cry?Posted byS.P. Myersat7:52 PMNo comments: Wednesday, October 1, 2008 Project 2: Final

For Project 2 I made a movie using Lego men as the characters. The story is based off one that Ive had in my head for a while. To create the movie I used pictures, music, and sound effects. At first I planned to animate the pictures, but decided against it because of the time it would take too long.

The first part of the project was the story. I decided to not start at the beginning, but rather at a point where there was information the watcher may have missed. I did this as a homage to web serials, which I watch frequently. I also felt that the movie would have been too long to include all the information. I also decided to use methods from silent movies to portray dialogue, by having the dialogue show on a separate shot, of course I needed to add the person who spoke since the mouths dont move.

Next came the pictures. I decided to use Legos partially for the humor, partially as a challenge, but mainly because I could do a project I couldnt do with regular people. All of the pictures I took were at Coopers Rock State Forest. I tried to make them look as realistic as possible, but on a few occasions I needed to use other Lego pieces (such as the track to the cell or the cell itself) and fishing wire, which was quite obvious. I did minor edits using Photoshop. This was mostly to darken the pictures, but I did extensive edits on four of the pictures. Two of these were the energy bolt pictures, which was simply coloring with a low opacity. Another of these was the picture of Guthbert branding Ulric. I added the flame, colored the majority of it black, and making the brand glow. Then last was the appearance pictures in which I had a middle picture between the one with characters and the one without. I just overlaid the one picture and changes the opacity.

This lead to the next step, making the movie. Using movie maker, I added the pictures and captions. I changed the timing on pretty much everything. The slowest pictures are about four and a half seconds long (the horse riding scenes) and the fastest are a second long (the fight scenes). The captions are generally longer than the pictures allowing the viewer to read them.

The last thing I did was add the music and sounds. The two songs I used were the opening of The Islander and the end of The Poet and the Pendulum from Nightwishs album Dark Passion Play. The sounds from the talking and torture scenes is the ticking of a clock slowed down, reversed, and pitched down. The breathing was a recording of a person breathing pitched down. Finally there was the sword sounds. These were actual sounds of two swords hitting which were then mixed together to sound like a sword fight. Also for the block sword sound, I repeated the same sound file and progressively quieted it. I also tried to add hoof beats, walking sounds, and environment sounds, but these didnt seem to work. I also couldnt find any noise fitting the mood of the final scenes, so I left it silent.Posted byS.P. Myersat4:34 PMNo comments: Monday, September 29, 2008 Project 2: rough draft

Here is my movie, the only thing I need to add are sound effects.Posted byS.P. Myersat9:29 PM1 comment: Thursday, September 18, 2008 HereThe infinite expanse for your enjoyment...now in three colors.Posted byS.P. Myersat8:44 AMNo comments: HomeSubscribe to:Posts (Atom)Blog Archive 2008(6) October(4)RvBSpace FantasyCorazProject 2: Final September(2)About MeS.P. MyersView my complete profile

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