Digicine X: A Treatment

Next week I get to find out everything that is wrong with the short script first draft that I did for school. It is called "Digicine X" though previously it was referred to as "Post-cyberpunk. bike courier. drug, kung fu story" and before that it had no name and was really just an excuse to do a kung fu film. Anyways the whole point of this post is to let you have a sneak peek. in treatment form. Enjoy:

Nick, a 26 year old unkempt but fit man, sits amid a row of boxes in the main office of a bike courier service. He puts on a bullet proof vest, combat boots, and a helmet bearing the CyclePath Deliveries company logo. While he does this he also explains what his job as a mid-21st century bike courier entails. The last items he straps on are a stun baton and a field emergency med kit.

Eve, a 24 year old stunningly beautiful blonde, lies in Nick’s bed. Nick joins her and produces two pills of Digicine X, a high tech version of Ecstasy. The two take their pills and begin to kiss. A phone rings. It is Nick’s cell phone and his boss is on the other end of the line begging Nick to come in to deliver just one package, “an emergency,” he explains. Nick pulls on his jeans and assures Eve that he will be back before the drug has time to kick in.

When he arrives at the offices of CyclePath Deliveries Nick is given a heavy square box. His boss explains that someone is paying a lot of money to get it where it is supposed to go and that where it is going is to Mr. Wing, the crime baron of Neo Hong Kong. Nick warns his boss that he has just taken Digicine and his boss tells him to use some of the adrenaline in the med kits to kill the nanobots before they take effect. Nick refuses on the grounds that several months’ salary went into purchasing the drugs and to not experience them with Eve would be a crime.

Nick arrives at the offices of Mr. Wing, who is accompanied by several guards and a beautiful blonde with something wrapped in cloth strapped to her back. Nick presents the package to the crime lord who opens it to reveal the head of a young woman, Mr. Wing’s daughter. Simultaneously the Digicine X in Nick’s body begins to affect him and he begins to lose his composure.

Mr. Wing gets very angry at the perceived insult Nick has just given him and orders his men to kill him. Ricky, a 20-something tall, lanky man in a dishevelled suit, leaps across the table at a very distressed Nick and throws a heavy right hook. Nick in his panicked state manages to dodge the punch and produce the stun baton out of its holster. He jabs the tip into Ricky’s stomach and the goon falls to the ground twitching from the shock.

Nick runs for the door, out into the streets of Neo Hong Kong, and eventually finds himself hiding in an underground parking lot. He sits down against a wall around the corner from the entrance and tries to catch his breath. “Are you specifically trying to get us killed?” asks a disembodied voice. Nick looks up to see himself staring back at him. His doppelganger tries to convince Nick to take the adrenaline and get the hell out of here. Nick rubs his eyes in disbelief and the hallucination has disappeared.

Nick hears the sound of the underground parking gate opening and he peers around the corner. Mr. Wing’s blonde in traditional Kung Fu-style clothing is walking down the entranceway. Nick turns away from the edge of the wall to keep from being seen and ends up looking into the eyes of a hallucination of Eve. The fake Eve flirts with Nick begging him to not do away with the drugs and come home and make love to her. Nick is about to give in when Eve is replaced by the Kung Fu Blonde who promptly punches Nick in the face.

The Blonde continues to beat up on Nick until she lands one astoundingly strong punch that throws nick several parking stalls across the lot and into a wall. The Blonde pulls the item wrapped in cloth off of her back and places the tip of it on the ground. She pulls the cord off and the cloth falls to the floor revealing a sword in scabbard. The Blonde begins to charge towards Nick as she slowly draws the sword from its sheath. Eve has reappeared before Nick but he ignores her and stabs the adrenaline needle into his own chest. The effects are instantaneous and Nick springs to his feet, charges the Blonde, slams the half drawn sword back into its scabbard, and delivering a killing blow to the Blonde’s face.
Nick stands silent over the crumples body of his would-be killer for a brief moment and then walks out of the garage. He leaves Neo Hong Kong through its giant archway without further incident.

Ode to the Internets

Sometimes the internets do something that makes me love them so much I cry:

http://qcjeph.livejournal.com/#entry_46960

Production Stills, Outtakes, and Ommissions of 2005 and the first few hours of 2006 Photoblog

I was going through my photography folder and decided that I would post some random photos that, except for the first, have no real relation to each other. So here it is, the not-about-particularly-anything photoblog (with witty commentary):

DISCLAIMER: VFS Film Production Class 107 Documentary Project Group #2 (13th Mission/A Wartime Log) is, honestly, a wonderfully professional and serious group. Any evidence otherwise is bullshit, lies, and likely concocted by the government to discredit us. I swear. For serious.
See, professional. Casey did not actually know what was on the sign which makes the fact that he made that face all the funnier to me. Also, just because he didn't know what was on the sign does not necessarily mean it isn't true. The sign know all!
What is the giant white thing in front of me? A styrofoam bounce board. What are we doing you ask? we are shooting a shot of the little stone man on the cabinet. What for you ask? A documentary about a WWII prisoner of war. Does my shirt have a ninja on it? Yes, for I am 10 Ninjas. What is Steve looking at? It appears to be my nether regions.
We spent the better part of a day shooting pictures of the old man's journal in the basement of our school. I do not believe any of the footage made it into the film but I did photoshop our credits so as to make them look like they were printed onto the cover. We almost used a shot of a letter from the journal (INSIDE JOKE/ Letters from home could be good and they could be bad...many of them were bad /END INSIDE JOKE)
...professional...can you guess what the pictogram says? 10 points if you can.
From an earlier shoot. We were shooting Hans in a bath all hitchcock-like (artistic choice Mr. Cinematography Instructor!) and we needed to get sound without Steve being in the shot. SUCCESS!
A rejected picture from the moustache month photoblog. This is post-midnight, I had finally gotten rid of the rancid thing and was extremely happy about it and also in Hans' room for some reason.
Devin and Jezhel. Devin is looking sceptical about having his picture taken. Steve mistook Jezhel for something she was not (I will not repeat for sake of not wanting a feud between my friends). ALSO, I did not notice until just now that Devin and I were wearing identically coloured shirts.
...I was so mad at the similar shirts (continuity error) that I fought my sister. My bosses at Saffron Productions (the travel show thing) looked on and threatened to fire me if I lost. So I didn't. I won by using a noogie-esque finishing move I like to call "A Move That Is Exactly Like A Noogie But Not."
Travel back in time to Fernie and a picture that didn't make the Fernie photoblog. I like the way the sky looks in this one and I have no witty commentary for it...sooo...BUTTS LOL!!1!!...shut up.
Travel even further back to the days when I lived in New Westminster. This is photographic evidence of the single most epic act of recycling ever, EVER! I took a low angle shot as well, for that mythic look, but it did not capture the full scope of how much crap we crammed into Hans' van. However, before you start thinking that we are awesome recyclers and such remember that this much crap had to acummulate in our house first...we're better now though I swear...
Pete kissing Ghandi, who is wearing a lei. I don't think this one needs witty commentary to be funny.
I like this one because it looks like Pete was playing the guitar so hard that his hand dissappeared. Also because it looks like Lisa and Pete and giving each other intense stares of longing.
New West. Drunken Snowman. He turns away because he is ashamed of his addiction. His outstretched hand says, "don't look at me for I am hideous." He later died of melting.
Matty. A man who truly know the meaning of St. Patrick's Day. That meaning being wearing green and drinking three beers at once. Even though the beers are not Irish. They are however in green bottles so they still count. Speaking of St. Patrick's Day I am throwing a St. Patrick's Day party here. So bring all your friends out to Kits on March 17th (a friday) 2006.

I was also going to post a picture of the high scores I got playing Minesweeper (3 seconds on beginner and 59 seconds on intermediate) whilst working night shift at the hotel in the summer, but it seemed kind of lame and also provided concrete proof of my daily reading of MSN Celebs (I can stop anytime I want...I swear). Thus I didn't post it leaving you the humble reader to have no more pretty pictures to look at.

Stupid Things I Will Be Doing In The Near Future

First there was the formation of Snakes On A Plane, then there was Moustache Month. Continuing in the tradition of these momentous events here are a few stupid things I, along with several others, plan on doing in the new future:

1) Song Day - participants in this day are only allowed to speak in song. I believe this might actually be this coming monday. It probably won't be too much different then me singing "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones all the time.

2) Mohawk Month - at least 3 to 4 of us (VFS kids) are going to shave our heads into mowhawks sometime in the next month. Mayhem shall ensue. I'm going for the Heroine Bob look and pushing for Gamblor to do the horns.

3) Bad Pick-Up Line Night - Hansworth, Steve, and I have decided that going to a random club and trying just about every cheesy and horrible pick-up technique/line is necessary. This will likely involve no real intention to meet girls and a hat from which we will draw bad pick-up lines. I also expect to get slapped at least . If I don't then I am not trying hard enough.

4) The Competition - ever see Seinfeld? Yeah. That competition. I think it starts in a week. I should probably get prepared.

5) Who knows, but it will probably be stupid and involve me being harmed physically in some way.