God Needs Booze
04-05-2004, 05:50 AM
As stated in the subject, I'm trying to put together a comic book based on an original script. A talented individual has expressed interest in creating the backgrounds, but I'm still short someone to bring the characters to life in a visual sense. The project is kind of difficult to explain, but here's the intro to one of the chapters followed by a paragraph from a proposal I sent to a comic studio (b@5tards turned it down, but since when does a suit know quality?)
In the beginning, Godfrey Quattlebaum and Satanisiphus Maxwell created the heavens and the earth…*
*Specifically, they created a new state of being to satisfy a college science requirement.
Starting with their graduating class, the Academy decreed that every final-year student would create a previously unrecorded state of being as a final assignment. This assignment would prove, in theory, how much the pupil had learned in his/her time at Protex and therefore would carry with it a substantial amount of grade points. The result of this mandate was that a student’s graduation rested on this one project. With their academic and future professional careers on the line, Quattlebaum and Maxwell joined forces and created a world they dubbed “Existence”—a moniker that combined words in the old tongue meaning “remarkable” and “disaster.”
“Existence” proved to be a prophetic title, as nothing seemed to turn out right for its creators. The project was high-maintenance, the passage of time inside was ridiculously inconsistent and a hung-over Godfrey neglected to separate darkness from light for three full days—a move that resulted in total chaos. Nevertheless, Existence survived and over time developed a certain charm that captured the attention of other students. The duo capitalized on this interest by offering friends and acquaintances the chance to visit Existence at a reasonable price. There was no need to advertise—the project sold itself. Existence had Michaelangelo. Existence had Metallica. Existence had Las Vegas. In short order Existence became a lucrative tourist attraction, and it distinguished itself as the only recorded state of being where you could pay a quarter to watch a woman take a shit.
The academy either ignored or failed to notice the burgeoning cottage industry, but its masterminds still faced serious problems. First of all, their creation was strikingly similar to the world in which they lived, and stood to lose points in the shadow of more original, if less popular, endeavors. Second, the fierce competitive atmosphere at Protex often resulted in sabotage and even destruction of important projects. In this respect, the runaway success of Existence was a heavy drawback--it quickly became a popular target for other students. To ensure that their final project would survive long enough to be evaluated, Quattlebaum and Maxwell needed to take decisive action.
The pair solved their problem by investing their newfound wealth in protection. First- and second-year students frequently needed money for tuition and other debts, and would offer their protective services to older scholars in exchange for financial assistance. The Academy’s senior attendees took full advantage of this underground workforce, often creating veritable armies of security and subversion. At a single order from their benefactors, junior students would enter various states of being, causing or solving problems as necessary. Again, the academy failed to notice, or simply turned a blind eye. Most final-year students could only afford a staff of three or four, but the financial success of Existence allowed its architects to amass a staff of twenty hired guns—including a first-year named Scot Sain.
Under Sain’s leadership, all projects that posed a serious threat to Existence were toppled one by one—the last of which belonged to a troubled and unpopular man named Edward Paramore. Paramore took this defeat in a less-than-heroic fashion, inviting Godfrey and Maxwell to his apartment and attempting suicide in front of them. Suddenly feeling remorse for their cutthroat tactics, the duo treated Edward to an evening in Vegas and offered him a favor to make up for his loss. Paramore’s request was simple. He wanted to spend some more time in Existence. Sain was not present to object, as he had quit after a recent falling out with Godfrey.
Feeling that Edward no longer presented any real threat to the project, Godfrey and Maxwell granted his wish. Once inside, Paramore promptly disappeared…
So begins Sain—a story of our world, the men who created it, and the man who has the unenviable task of defending it. The tale of Scot Sain takes us from the darkest city streets to the corridors of power, as Sain scours “the Project” searching for the elusive Edward Paramore. Along the way, Sain encounters a host of seedy characters, all of whom are after Paramore for their own reasons… Sal Damato, the small-time night club owner with dreams of being a big wheel… Jonathan Devlin, a captain of industry with a hidden past and a dark secret… Jordan Kirkpatrick, a U.S. Senator with his eye on something beyond mere political power… and the mysterious Edmund Grant, a man with unique abilities.
The clock is ticking, and the fate of our world hangs in the balance.
The world needs a hero...
...and there you go. If you're interested or want to know more, drop me a line at fourlomswk@hotmail.com, or post something here.
__S.K.__
In the beginning, Godfrey Quattlebaum and Satanisiphus Maxwell created the heavens and the earth…*
*Specifically, they created a new state of being to satisfy a college science requirement.
Starting with their graduating class, the Academy decreed that every final-year student would create a previously unrecorded state of being as a final assignment. This assignment would prove, in theory, how much the pupil had learned in his/her time at Protex and therefore would carry with it a substantial amount of grade points. The result of this mandate was that a student’s graduation rested on this one project. With their academic and future professional careers on the line, Quattlebaum and Maxwell joined forces and created a world they dubbed “Existence”—a moniker that combined words in the old tongue meaning “remarkable” and “disaster.”
“Existence” proved to be a prophetic title, as nothing seemed to turn out right for its creators. The project was high-maintenance, the passage of time inside was ridiculously inconsistent and a hung-over Godfrey neglected to separate darkness from light for three full days—a move that resulted in total chaos. Nevertheless, Existence survived and over time developed a certain charm that captured the attention of other students. The duo capitalized on this interest by offering friends and acquaintances the chance to visit Existence at a reasonable price. There was no need to advertise—the project sold itself. Existence had Michaelangelo. Existence had Metallica. Existence had Las Vegas. In short order Existence became a lucrative tourist attraction, and it distinguished itself as the only recorded state of being where you could pay a quarter to watch a woman take a shit.
The academy either ignored or failed to notice the burgeoning cottage industry, but its masterminds still faced serious problems. First of all, their creation was strikingly similar to the world in which they lived, and stood to lose points in the shadow of more original, if less popular, endeavors. Second, the fierce competitive atmosphere at Protex often resulted in sabotage and even destruction of important projects. In this respect, the runaway success of Existence was a heavy drawback--it quickly became a popular target for other students. To ensure that their final project would survive long enough to be evaluated, Quattlebaum and Maxwell needed to take decisive action.
The pair solved their problem by investing their newfound wealth in protection. First- and second-year students frequently needed money for tuition and other debts, and would offer their protective services to older scholars in exchange for financial assistance. The Academy’s senior attendees took full advantage of this underground workforce, often creating veritable armies of security and subversion. At a single order from their benefactors, junior students would enter various states of being, causing or solving problems as necessary. Again, the academy failed to notice, or simply turned a blind eye. Most final-year students could only afford a staff of three or four, but the financial success of Existence allowed its architects to amass a staff of twenty hired guns—including a first-year named Scot Sain.
Under Sain’s leadership, all projects that posed a serious threat to Existence were toppled one by one—the last of which belonged to a troubled and unpopular man named Edward Paramore. Paramore took this defeat in a less-than-heroic fashion, inviting Godfrey and Maxwell to his apartment and attempting suicide in front of them. Suddenly feeling remorse for their cutthroat tactics, the duo treated Edward to an evening in Vegas and offered him a favor to make up for his loss. Paramore’s request was simple. He wanted to spend some more time in Existence. Sain was not present to object, as he had quit after a recent falling out with Godfrey.
Feeling that Edward no longer presented any real threat to the project, Godfrey and Maxwell granted his wish. Once inside, Paramore promptly disappeared…
So begins Sain—a story of our world, the men who created it, and the man who has the unenviable task of defending it. The tale of Scot Sain takes us from the darkest city streets to the corridors of power, as Sain scours “the Project” searching for the elusive Edward Paramore. Along the way, Sain encounters a host of seedy characters, all of whom are after Paramore for their own reasons… Sal Damato, the small-time night club owner with dreams of being a big wheel… Jonathan Devlin, a captain of industry with a hidden past and a dark secret… Jordan Kirkpatrick, a U.S. Senator with his eye on something beyond mere political power… and the mysterious Edmund Grant, a man with unique abilities.
The clock is ticking, and the fate of our world hangs in the balance.
The world needs a hero...
...and there you go. If you're interested or want to know more, drop me a line at fourlomswk@hotmail.com, or post something here.
__S.K.__