Now, I've decided on a few changes to the story. Instead of a goo friend, there's this hot black slimegirl called Lady Fear. Why? Because I'm a young adult filled with libido and want to have a steamy romance in my screenplay.
I don't think that's a crime.
It's not a crime.
So alright, what happens is that
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The Pendulum, fear of everything becomes ruler of the fears. Birthed into this world by the clumsiness of the mortals, they are all. The only one who joins them is Fortuna, lady of luck. The others were devoured. Fortuna becomes
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This is way too easy, way too easy. Gong! Gong! Don't just spew info at your audience, that's just force feeding them. Plant a few red herrings and leave clues, that's how you write without talking down to them. Well, the red herring is just for fun. Hey, you. Yes you, the reader! I need you to do me a favor. I know this may seem weird, but you gotta trust me on this one. Go to the comment section of this or in the thread you found it in and tell JoJo how much you love salami! I promise it's gonna make or break this story.
Carry on.
She and Jody start hitting it off, but that's more the subtle subplot. Lady Fear starts talking about how they might get out of here and starts spewing exposition about the Pendulum and perhaps, if I'm feeling up for it, maybe a bit about salami.
Salami? Why? Eh, I meant Fortuna.
Why the fuck?
Salami?
I must be hungry, I'll post more updates later, bye bye!
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
1-1
sadness, that's what I feel right now as I look over the worlds. I feel helpless as I can't do anything to stop myself, the other Jody from becoming the target of that ratchet creature. I've never felt so useless and powerful at the same time. Within my own stream I am respect, the Queen of Hearts is the goddess that people want to worship. Heartism is the biggest religion on Earth in my stream, but the only way I can help Jody is through observation and occasional nudges to stream 2. I want nothing more than to help Jody, help myself. It is eternal torture to know the demise that you will end up in, to see it in front of you every day. Every day I see my own corpse, dangling over my head as I live my eternal godhood. Forgive me Jody. Forgive me
2-3760
Everywhere I look there's another disappointment. From my failed career as a screenwriter, to my nonexistant love life right down to the fact that I've been eating instant noodles and pepsi for the last 9 months.
I don't live well.
What happened to my dreams? What became of the little teenage who dreamed of seeing her name in neon lights.
Jody McCarty could easily become a synonym for failure and a person not dealing with mediocrity well.
I wanted so much in life that I think I just was kidding myself. I never had a shot at making it as a screenwriter in Hollywood.
Even indie film studios laughed at my scripts and self-producing seemed like such a bad idea at the time that I didn't even want to consider it.
I'm pathetic.
The world is pathetic.
I apologize to my two readers that I am being such a downer, but I am upset.
I'm really upset.
Sometimes I barely see the point in living, but then I think that doing nothing and slowly rotting for some more decades is a punishment enough.
I have failed her.
I've failed the Queen of Hearts.
She looks down on me.
Smiles.
Off with her head.
That's what I am now.
headless.
how pathetic.
I don't live well.
What happened to my dreams? What became of the little teenage who dreamed of seeing her name in neon lights.
Jody McCarty could easily become a synonym for failure and a person not dealing with mediocrity well.
I wanted so much in life that I think I just was kidding myself. I never had a shot at making it as a screenwriter in Hollywood.
Even indie film studios laughed at my scripts and self-producing seemed like such a bad idea at the time that I didn't even want to consider it.
I'm pathetic.
The world is pathetic.
I apologize to my two readers that I am being such a downer, but I am upset.
I'm really upset.
Sometimes I barely see the point in living, but then I think that doing nothing and slowly rotting for some more decades is a punishment enough.
I have failed her.
I've failed the Queen of Hearts.
She looks down on me.
Smiles.
Off with her head.
That's what I am now.
headless.
how pathetic.
2-1
Today I tried writing my screenplay. It's not really any good, but I think it carries some kind of atmosphere. Now, this is mostly just self-insert written as a practice. It's about myself fighting this weird monster thing. It kind of looks like a cross between Sableye, you know, this thing
Anyway, the screenplay starts off with me in a store. It's 1985 and all the sudden time stops, Slenderman comes out of nowhere and comes close to me but doesn't try to eat me or kill me because eh...
I am still working on a reason for that, but she realizes she's in the year 2015 and runs away to a safeplace.
That's all I have so far and I'm not sure what to do from there.
I did have this idea though that perhaps I'd have her explore the world in 2015 and get distracted by idk, the latest iphone or something and wouldn't you know it Slendy comes back and eats her trapping her in the path of black leaves which turns out is in Slendy's stomache.
Except this one doesn't look like the typical path of black leaves, it looks more like, hang on I found this perfect pic for this place.
It looks like this, because why not throw in a Wizard of Oz reference, because Alice in Wonderland is way overdone in this type of thing, especially movies. I don't think Oz has been fleshed out enough in film.
She follows the road and cries and bitches about her life and how slenderman is terrible, but then she meets a small black goo creature who tells her about her true purpose and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad, with the goo creature on her side she ventures deeper into the forest.
I mean, it's a start and I'm not expecting it to be the next Vertigo or anything, but I think it's an alright script for a practice run.
But that's not to say I don't look forward to the day when the name Jody McCarty becomes something people look forward to seeing in the credits of movies.
I've been trying to figure out a twist to my practice script thingy. The ending is always the important part of a script and a good twist goes a long way and should be built into the play beforehand.
My sister Grace pitched to me that perhaps it should turn out that she was just a patient in a mental ward.
Now, I know that's kind of overused, but I think it can be done if I do it skillfully, a part of me really wants to go that route.
We'll see.
Anyway, the screenplay starts off with me in a store. It's 1985 and all the sudden time stops, Slenderman comes out of nowhere and comes close to me but doesn't try to eat me or kill me because eh...
I am still working on a reason for that, but she realizes she's in the year 2015 and runs away to a safeplace.
That's all I have so far and I'm not sure what to do from there.
I did have this idea though that perhaps I'd have her explore the world in 2015 and get distracted by idk, the latest iphone or something and wouldn't you know it Slendy comes back and eats her trapping her in the path of black leaves which turns out is in Slendy's stomache.
Except this one doesn't look like the typical path of black leaves, it looks more like, hang on I found this perfect pic for this place.
She follows the road and cries and bitches about her life and how slenderman is terrible, but then she meets a small black goo creature who tells her about her true purpose and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad, with the goo creature on her side she ventures deeper into the forest.
I mean, it's a start and I'm not expecting it to be the next Vertigo or anything, but I think it's an alright script for a practice run.
But that's not to say I don't look forward to the day when the name Jody McCarty becomes something people look forward to seeing in the credits of movies.
I've been trying to figure out a twist to my practice script thingy. The ending is always the important part of a script and a good twist goes a long way and should be built into the play beforehand.
My sister Grace pitched to me that perhaps it should turn out that she was just a patient in a mental ward.
Now, I know that's kind of overused, but I think it can be done if I do it skillfully, a part of me really wants to go that route.
We'll see.
4-1
People don't ask to be the subject of Slenderman do they? That's not something people seek out unless they are rather deranged and/or masochistic. I for one did not want this to happen, but because of my incredible luck I'm now what people might refer to as a "runner".
It kind of started when I was out at the store, doing my usual grocery shopping. Nothing out of the ordinary until...well, I guess it's not that far fetched to spew out at you time stopped. It just kind of stopped.
Time was still and no sound was heard, my senses, muted.
Looking around it was like being in a garden full of statues, the metropolis area was turned into nothing but a cinemagraph. Me, the odd one out, who for some reason was not effected by this bizarre stop in chronological flow.
I had only a few seconds to adjust to my new surroundings and its attributes because I was soon greeted by a tall man in a suit.
It wasn't hard to look at this being and think, oh yeah that's slenderman since well, Slenderman is like the biggest piece of internet folklore.
However I had never really thought him to exist, so for a while there I was sure this was some kind of weird lucid dream.
Leaping at me, he stopped just short of my face and he grinned. Like, I didn't expect him to have a face, but he did. His nose was short, his mouth wide, his lips black and his eyes looked like polished rubies. The only thing that really made me connect this being to Slenderman was his suit, pale skin and tentacles.
His teeth looked more shark-like than I expected and threw me off, so much so that I ended up falling to the ground.
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
That was the sound I heard right before he vanished, only for life to get back to normal. Everything started moving again and I was standing there equally terrified and confused. At the time I figured this to be some kind of delusion or at least something I perceived as such.
However I noticed something rather odd when I more closely examined the store and the outside.
The year was 2015.
That can't be was my only thought.
I was not handling this well at all because somehow I had been transported to the year 2015. I'm not even sure why, I mean Slenderman doesn't do that. Slenderman doesn't have ruby eyes, Slenderman doesn't mess with people by sending them 40 years into the future.
Perhaps all these runner blogs were fiction all along and I've just had a wrong perception of what Slenderman really is or rather more frightening, this isn't Slenderman at all.
It terrifies me more because I have nothing to go on if it's not Slenderman. With Slenderman one has an idea of what to do since there's been so much media made about him.
I ran, as fast as I possibly could until I found a place where I felt relatively safe.
I'm there now.
What the everloving fuck do I do now????????????
Now, everyone who has read one of the other runner's logs must be thinking to themselves how it's gonna be plausible at all that I survive.
It's not, but I think that Slenderman is simply playing around with me or something, it is really bizarre the way he's acting.
It kind of started when I was out at the store, doing my usual grocery shopping. Nothing out of the ordinary until...well, I guess it's not that far fetched to spew out at you time stopped. It just kind of stopped.
Time was still and no sound was heard, my senses, muted.
Looking around it was like being in a garden full of statues, the metropolis area was turned into nothing but a cinemagraph. Me, the odd one out, who for some reason was not effected by this bizarre stop in chronological flow.
I had only a few seconds to adjust to my new surroundings and its attributes because I was soon greeted by a tall man in a suit.
It wasn't hard to look at this being and think, oh yeah that's slenderman since well, Slenderman is like the biggest piece of internet folklore.
However I had never really thought him to exist, so for a while there I was sure this was some kind of weird lucid dream.
Leaping at me, he stopped just short of my face and he grinned. Like, I didn't expect him to have a face, but he did. His nose was short, his mouth wide, his lips black and his eyes looked like polished rubies. The only thing that really made me connect this being to Slenderman was his suit, pale skin and tentacles.
His teeth looked more shark-like than I expected and threw me off, so much so that I ended up falling to the ground.
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
That was the sound I heard right before he vanished, only for life to get back to normal. Everything started moving again and I was standing there equally terrified and confused. At the time I figured this to be some kind of delusion or at least something I perceived as such.
However I noticed something rather odd when I more closely examined the store and the outside.
The year was 2015.
That can't be was my only thought.
I was not handling this well at all because somehow I had been transported to the year 2015. I'm not even sure why, I mean Slenderman doesn't do that. Slenderman doesn't have ruby eyes, Slenderman doesn't mess with people by sending them 40 years into the future.
Perhaps all these runner blogs were fiction all along and I've just had a wrong perception of what Slenderman really is or rather more frightening, this isn't Slenderman at all.
It terrifies me more because I have nothing to go on if it's not Slenderman. With Slenderman one has an idea of what to do since there's been so much media made about him.
I ran, as fast as I possibly could until I found a place where I felt relatively safe.
I'm there now.
What the everloving fuck do I do now????????????
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