I've always want to make a zombie film, and I've had some good ideas for it. I've just recently worked up the balls to start making the script. It's most likely a pipe dream, but I'd like to eventually build up enough money to make it into a movie one day.

To start, I've been making little vignettes of the characters the film will focus on, which I'll put at the start to build up tension and emotional interest and all that crap. I actually like these characters, and I want the audience to like them too.

So to start, I'm going to go show you first vignette of two of the main characters: Justin and Willy.
(This is a very, very rough draft, and I plan to refine and add to it later.)
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*The scene starts with Justin walking down the street. It is nighttime, and the streets are strangely empty. At first it seems like Justin is talking to someone, but it is revealed he is only talking to himself, and having a heated multi-sided conversation*

Justin: -It's not like I don't know they notice it. I'm perfectly aware that they think it's weird. I mean, if you saw a guy walking down the street talking to himself, of course you'd want to steer clear of him.

(with a softer inflection) Well if that's the case, maybe you should cut it out.

(with a sharper inflection) I'm not going to cut it out! Since when have I given a damn about other people think of me?

(soft) You're freaking out people.

(sharp) If they're freaked out, it's only because of their own stupidity. This is cathartic for me. Look at it this way, human beings are social animals, right?

(soft) Yeah...

(sharp) Well, some people have their own way of satisfying their own social needs. Besides, this is just a harmless little habit of mine. It's not like anyone's getting hurt, right?

*By this point Justin has walked to a bus stop and is waiting for the bus to arrive. Willy is sitting on a nearby bench. He nervously glances about, and walks up to Justin*

Willy: Hey.

Justin: (soft, not noticing Willy at all) Maybe you're right, I don't know.

(sharp) I am right. How many times have we had this conversation?

Willy: (annoyed) Hey.

Justin: (soft) Stop using "we." You can't forget you're just talking to yourself. You don't want to develop an actual second personality or some psychosis.

(sharp) Oh, that is just ludicrous! How could that even happen?

Willy: Hey fuck-head!

*Justin turns to Willy, mildly startled. Willy unsteadily pulls a switchblade out of his pocket.*

Willy: Just shut your crazy ass up and hand over your wallet.

*Justin just blankly stares at Willy. He glances back and forth between Willy and the switchblade for a few moment, and then starts laughing.*

Willy: (nervously) H-hey! D-didn't you hear me? I said give over the fucking wallet!

Justin: You're really going to try and mug the guy talking to himself? How do you know I'm not crazy?

*Justin takes a step forward, Willy becomes increasingly edgy.*

Willy: S-stay back, man. I'm telling you, stay back!

Justin: (with rising anger) How do you know I don't have some sort of sociopathic disorder? How do you know if decided to stop taking my anti-psychotic pills today?

*Justin takes several more steps toward Willy. Willy is visibly terrified. He holds his switchblade in front of him as if he were about to stab Justin.*

Willy: I'm warning you man! Just keep back!

Justin: (almost yelling) How do you know I won't just knock out?

*Justin grabs the switchblade and tosses into the street. He grabs Willy's shoulders and pulls him close, to the point where their faces are almost touching. Willy is too scared to move or do anything.*

Justin: (quietly) Yeah... that's it. I'll knock you out, and bring you back to my apartment. Then I'll just start... taking pieces off of you. I'll start with the fingers and toes, then move on to the eyes, tongue, nose and ears.

*Tears are running down Willy's face, and he has urinated himself*

Justin: And when I run out of things on the surface, I'll just start digging. Oh, don't worry. I have basic medical training, so I'll be able to keep you from bleeding out for quite a while.

Willy: (begging) Please, mister, just let me go.

Justin: Don't worry, buddy. You'll barely even notice it.

*Justin then knees Willy in the groin. Willy falls to his knees in pain, and Justin punches him in the face, knocking him out. Justin then sits on a nearby bench and pulls out his cell phone. He dials 911.*

Phone: 911, what's your emergency?

Justin: Yes, I've fallen victim to an attempted mugging, but I've been able to disarm and incapacitate the assailant. I'm at the bus stop on 45th, and I don't know how long he'll be out for.

Phone: Sir, unless you are injured, I'd highly suggest you leave the area immediately. We currently have a shortage of policemen available and we don't know how long it will take before we can get a car down there.

Justin: I think I'd be able to-

Phone: Oh, shit! Uh, sir, hold, please.

*Justin is treated to a dial tone*

Justin: Weird. Well I'm not letting this sucker get away, even if I have to knock him out again. (chuckle) Still, I'm surprised that worked.
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There you go! Feel free to comment, criticize, and the like! Also, sorry if it's a tad hard to read, I don't want to re-italicize everything right now.

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I got into an argument with my friend the other day over curse words.

In essence it came down to this: I like to use the word "fucknuts," he likes to use the word "fucksocks," and we can't agree on whose is better. We spent nearly an entire period discussing the subject, and came to no agreement.

SO

I leave it to you, my fellow Newgrounders! Which is better: fucknuts or fucksocks?

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Ever have a post that you're REALLY proud of? One that you enjoy so much, you just want to share it with the world? Well, I just made one of those. I don't care if you think it's stupid, true love is unconditional.

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/86 0394

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I may not have posted there very much, but I've been observing and viewing it for quite some time.

However, I started noticing a change in myself whenever I visited the board. I grew angry, and vicious thoughts started entering my head almost every time I entered a new thread. This seemed to occur for various reasons: disagreement with a poster, marveling at other's stupidity, and the general douchebaggery of cellardoor/Grammer/Muscian/Roffel/whoe ver was opening their mouths at the time. The board seems to bring out the worst in people, and as a result, about 90% of the people there are incapable of saying anything remotely intelligent before insulting and flaming anyone who disagrees with them.

Recently I started actually posting on the board, and almost every topic I posted in ended up the same state as described above. Then just last night, a terrifying thought entered my mind: "What if I end up like them?" I thought maybe I'd be able rise above it, and maybe be a polite, kind, conscientious poster. But with the anger seemingly growing more prevalent with each topic, it seemed it would only be a matter of time before thought became action.

So for the sake of my mental health, I'm leaving the board. No more lurking, no more posting, I'm not even going to enter it anymore. There are far better things to do than lose my mind over some political internet squabbling.

Farewell, Politics board. I hardly knew you, and you hardly knew me, and I'd like to keep it that way.

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