WRITING MEGATHREAD

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WRITING MEGATHREAD

Post by angelboydiscoman » Sun Feb 24, 2019 2:02 am

this is where you submit your writing. you can write any kind of thing.

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Post by Crunchyeater » Mon Mar 11, 2019 8:43 am

Caroline,

Writing to you has proven precarious. However, I devised a scheme for these utterances to cross you. These words I ink are carried via pigeon post to the railroad just along the border, where a telegrapher will, by means beyond me, transport them by wire to his townie peer, who will then input them into their terminal and travel over to you, my sweet. Thus, I must keep my passions restrained, for they will pass through the eyes of far too many souls before reaching the gilded green globes upon the cranial crest I wish to have again in my arms. Why you chose an absence here for those blasted, ungodly, electrical sciences, I do not know, for if you remained I could raise a barn high and mighty, wide in breadth and stance, like Autisticus and Maximus. The earth has been rich and soft this season, our fields will yield a ribbonary bounty this year, especially with the aid of our eldest sons. Every twilight I lay on hay and pray for your sixteen sennights to dwindle quickly. I’ll work harder to ensure no hardship to ever come across our household, my love. Let me know of any way I can add haste in your travels home.

Lost in the stars without you, my dear,
~Jebediah.
Isn't sitting down just a controlled fall?

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Re: WRITING MEGATHREAD

Post by slammity_dan » Mon Mar 25, 2019 2:18 am

I've literally never written a screenplay before, but I thought this piece would work best as one. If you'd like the unformatted text, just let me know. Also this is my first TML submission, so I don't know how any of this works.

UPDATE1: Some formatting fixes. Also I made sure all the non-ad letters came from the original 10 Sloan Letters.

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FADE IN:


INT. OPTOMETRIST OFFICE - DAY

ALICE is sitting in a chair, leaning forward into a phoropter,
facing an eye chart projected onto a wall. The DOCTOR stands next
to her chair, clipboard in hand.

                              ALICE
                      Can you do it again?

                             DOCTOR
              (flipping a switch on the phoropter)
                        A...B...A...B...

                              ALICE
                            Uhh...B.

The DOCTOR jots something down on his clipboard.

                             DOCTOR
         Alright. Now please read off the letters on the
              screen, left-to-right, top-to-bottom.

                              ALICE
                   R. And then N-D-O-Z-V. Then
         K-H-C-M-T-N-D-E-W--Mountain Dew? Does that say
                          Mountain Dew?

                             DOCTOR
                      Please keep reading.

                              ALICE
                          (hesitating)
         Ok. Let's see, Z-K-N-B-U-Y-H-E-F-T-Y-H-E-F--I'm
               sorry did you put ads in this test?

                             DOCTOR
        You're almost done with the visual portion of the
                 exam. Please continue reading.

A BEAT. ALICE is working something out.

                              ALICE
          Ok, hold on. Doesn't it completely defeat the
         purpose of the eye exam if I can infer the next
         letters from context? Also how did you get all
       these letters? I happen to know that this font was
          designed in the 50s and it only contained 10
                           characters.

                             DOCTOR
           We cannot discuss the terms and conditions
         established with our licensors. Furthermore, we
        cannot share any information that would alter the
                   results of the experiment.

                              ALICE
                           Experiment?

The DOCTOR is stone-faced.

                              ALICE
        Let me rephrase that, Herr Doktor. Am I currently
                 participating in an experiment?

                             DOCTOR
          Yes, you are. This is stated on your patient
          admission forms. Eye exams are not ordinarily
           free, but it is in the interest of Takashi
         Enterprises as well as to the general public to
                 provide eye exams in exchange--

                              ALICE
             Ok ok, I get it. Let's just keep going.

                             DOCTOR
              Very well. Please read the last line.

                              ALICE
       R-C-H-O--and then it just says "kids love the taste
               of Count Chocula breakfast cereal."

                             DOCTOR
             Good. You received perfect marks on the
         preliminary visual exam, which means we may now
        move on to general perception assay. Preparation
          will be mostly painless. You will feel a tiny
                 pinch at the base of your neck.

                              ALICE
                           Wait, what?

                             DOCTOR
                        (singing rapidly)
           Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there.

On the last syllable, the DOCTOR snaps his fingers.

The door swings open. ORDERLY 1 steps into the room, followed by
a cart being pushed by ORDERLY 2. On the cart are cotton swabs, a
bottle of iodine, and a large syringe filled with fluorescent
blue liquid with a massive DAWN logo on the barrel.

ALICE tries to stand up, but ORDERLY 1, standing behind her,
wraps his arms around her shoulders and uses his weight to pin
her to the chair. He's easily twice her size. ALICE turns her
head and bites his forearm.

                            ORDERLY 1
                            Ow, fuck!

ORDERLY 1 lets go and punches ALICE in the back of the head.
She's stunned. ORDERLY 2 quickly walks over, disinfects the
injection site near the base of her neck, and takes the sheath
off of the syringe. With a single motion, he places the needle
and sinks it in between two vertebrae.

                            ORDERLY 2
         (viciously pressing the plunger with his thumb)
            You're not you when you're hungry, bitch.

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Re: WRITING MEGATHREAD

Post by slammity_dan » Thu Mar 28, 2019 9:10 pm

NOTE: I just thought I'd share this. It's reasonably polished imo, but I'm not sure it's fit for TML

Emergency lights silently flashed. A calm female voice came from the speakers in the ceiling: "Oxygen levels at twenty percent. Please make your way to your assigned lifeboat".

Maria had stuffed the last of her personal belongings in her duffle bag and began making her way to the docking bay. She had learned from a very young age not to run in low-oxygen emergencies, but she couldn't help picking up the pace a bit. As she passed through the sunlight lounge, she noticed Mukul, one of her suitemates, lying on the couch in the corner of the room. His EtherPods were firmly plugged into his ears. It looked like his EtherSlate was playing an episode of Friends, or at least one of the remakes. Maria hesitated for a moment. She looked down the corridor in the direction she was walking, then decided she would at least try to do the moral thing. She waved her arms until Mukul took a pod out of his ear. She could hear the audio from across the room.

"Mukul! Did you see the warning?" Maria asked innocently. "The oxygen bladder has a rupture. There's about twenty percent left. We gotta get to the lifeboats."

Mukul responded lazily, "Yeeeah, I heard the warning and everything. I'm just not sure."

Maria paused to find the words. Talking to Mukul was difficult, which is why she often didn't. "Sure of what?"

"Wellll, I was reading that lifeboats are the least used part of the average passenger ship, and Takashi Enterprises, one of the biggest lifeboat manufacturers, just yesterday announced its lowest earnings in over a decade. Think about it. Don't you think it's at least possible that they could have faked an emergency in order to get people to use their product, while simultaneously making competing manufacturers, like the one who made the oxygen bladder, look bad? Seems like a pretty decent plan, especially if nobody actually gets hurt."

"Mukul," began Maria. She had to meter her speech; she was already short of breath. "This entire ship, which is currently being evacuated, is Takashi. Every single part—the oxygen bladder, the lights, the artificial gravity, which, mind you, is still perfectly functional—is made by Takashi Enterprises."

"And don't you think that's a bit suspicious?" interjected Mukul.

Maria was losing the little patience she began with. "That a spaceship company makes the parts that go in a spaceship or that an oxygen bladder rupture didn't break gravity?"

Mukul was still cool as a carbon catalexon. He took the other pod out of his ear and shifted his still-reclined body to face Maria. "Maria, you know I'm not saying you have to believe everything I say." Maria was already fuming.

The female voice from the ceiling returned: "Oxygen levels at ten percent. Please make your way to your assigned lifeboat".

Mukul continued. "I'm just saying that it behooves us as citizens of the Federation to think for ourselves and use a healthy amount of skepticism. If you do the research and come to a different conclusion, then, hey, that'd be a great debate. However, if you are not so inclined, I suppose we will just have to agree to disagree." He propped himself up on one elbow. "Now if you will excuse me, I'd like to take advantage of this mass hysteria and snag a shower while they’re empty." Mukul planted his feet on the floor and stood up. As soon as he did, his face went blank and he began to sway back and forth. Just before he toppled over, he managed to find the couch and sit himself back down, completely out of breath.

"Oof, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded. It must be because I had a big lunch." Mukul paused for a bit to suck in more air.

Maria bit her tongue. She really needed to go, but she needed the resolution to this even more. In as kind a tone as she could muster, she probed, "What do you mean?"

"You didn’t know this?" he responded. "When you have a big meal, all the blood rushes to your tum-tum and away from your head, you know, for digestion. My mom would say this when I was younger. That’s why I always—"

Mukul stopped and noticed that Maria had left, gone down the corridor, and was already out of sight. He stared at where she was just standing. A few seconds went by. "Alright, thanks Maria!" he wheezed in her direction, "I think I'm just gonna wait this one out."

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