My first script for my screen writing class

INT. AFTERNOON.


Mark Anderson sits in front of his computer playing an online computer video game. Snack wrappers and empty drink bottles are strewn all over his room. Mark is a thin young man. Glasses, frail and nerdy looking. He is frustrated and looks at his screen intently. He speaks into the computer mic.

Mark

Aw c'mon! Didja see that?

Bravogator's voice comes over Mark's speakers.

Bravogator (vo)

yea man. you got ripped. you had that ogre!

BRAVOGATOR (VO)

Let me know when you get back to your body and we will tag team that bitch.

MARK

Ok. Wait. I need to bio first then we will school all of them!

BRAVOGATOR (VO)

ok. Just holler.

Mark leans in and types the words BRB. After he walks out of the room, gets a message on his screen. Puttytatt has logged in. -Hey baby. What you doing?- comes across in a small chat box on his screen.


Mark re-enters the room. He smiles at seeing Puttytatt's greeting. He types back -Hey sweetness. About to hit up the ogre mines. What are you doing?-


Puttytatt resonds -Just got home. Work was rough. Looking for some game time. Ok babe. We still gonna run that dungeon?-


Mark types back - Yea. I want to finish this first. If that is ok?-


He smiles as Puttytatt's response comes in - Ok. I need to do my dailies so send me a msg when your done. OK?


He types back -OK- to Puttytatt

MARK

OK. 'gator. Im back, let's so this thing!.

INT. later than night. Mark's computer room.


We see Mark at his computer. Two freshly cooked burritoes and an un opened drink bottle sit next to his computer. He stares intently at his screen.


We zoom over Mark's shoulder as he takes a bite out of his burritoe. His computer screen fills up the scene. We see his online persona sitting next to a tree. He is dark haired and muscular. He sits there shirtless. Puttytatt comes into screen riding a unicorn. She sits next to him. -Kiss- enters in his chat screen. he types -kiss- in return. All dialog shows as chat bubbles on screen.

Bottlecap

How was your day babe?

PUTTYTATT

Harsh. I got stiffed on tips at work and a buncha noobs screwed up two of my dailies.

BOTTLECAP

You wanna go school those noobs? Show them how the leet do it?

PUTTYTATT

Nah. I am so over it. I just want to chill out with you. We got some good drops from the dungeon. I been wanting that neck piece since the update come out.

BOTTLECAP

Thats a nice drop too. I am so glad you got it. It has a three percent drop rate. We got lucky!

PUTTYTATT

LOL. YAY!

BOTTLECAP

Ya know..I been thinkin. We have been adventuring together for a few months now. I want to take it to the next level.

PUTTYTATT

Level what? We are both at the level cap.

BOTTLECAP

No. LOL. I mean go on date. A real date.

PUTTYTATT

A date? What?

BOTTLECAP

Yea. I really like you. You can handle yourself in ANY dungeon. I mean..we are practically dating now. We go to every dungeon and quest with each other. We make a good team. We are great together.

PUTTYTATT

Well...I dont know.

BOTTLECAP

Look I know I am not the smartest warrior and I dont have all epic gear. But..Id never leave you. I know what love is.

PUTTYTATT

Fine. Beat me on one on one combat and we will go out. I need to know that you can handle yourself.

BOTTLECAP

But your a mage. Im a warrior. Thats not right. I would kill you in like two hits.

PUTTYTATT

Then what have you got to lose? Are you afraid to be pwned by a girl mage?

BOTTLECAP

LOL. NOT! ok. Lets go.

Both Bottlecap and Puttytatt stand up and draw their weapons. Bottlecap charges in and scores a hit one Puttytatt and she hits back with a spell. Damage numbers rise above their heads. Bottlecap swings again. A special move and misses his target. Puttytatt casts a fire spell. Bottlecap falls.

Mark

DAMMIT!

BOTTLECAP

Damn babe your good!

PUTTYTATT

Sorry Bottlecap. I need a real man. Nice knowing ya. Maybe you can try again when you get better gear.

Puttytatt rides off on her unicorn.


We zoom out from the computer screen. Mark Throws his arms over his a head and screams.

MARK

What the fuck?!?

Mark exits the game and turns off the computer.

Fade out

My digital writing class is over. I have been thinking about what to do with it.. keep it? or delete it? I am not a blogger. I never even kept a journal of any sort.

I finally decided to keep it. I am going to use this space to put my various writings and random ideas. A sort of creative release.

Me, my lungs and my habit.

I have tried to quit smoking many times over the years. I was born into a long line of proud and die hard smokers. They all have tried to quit at one time or another before finally falling back into the habit.

I started puffing when I was thirteen years old. Everyone in the house burned cancer sticks, so it was not difficult to find one laying around. I would grab some then sneak them into my backpack to take to school. I never smoked at the house, just in the boys bathroom with the cool kids. Yup...I was one of those. 

I was a young and stupid kid that enjoyed chilling in the bathroom with the popular kids.  It opened all kinds of doors for me. Some good some bad. It helped me improve my social skills, giving me a window of opportunity to talk to people and introduced me to another group of kids....stoners but, thats a story for another time.

 

The only real benefit from this is I honed my social skills and learned the fine art of bullshitting. I was a some-what of a shy kid. I would not say much until I felt comfortable. When I finally felt relaxed enough, I would not hesitate to jump in on the conversation.

Now that I am older than dog snot, I see the flaws of my youth. I tried many times to kick the habit. The nicotine gum tasted horrible and made me gag when I would put a piece in my mouth. When I tried to go cold turkey, those around me enabled my habit. (More for their sanity than mine). 

The dermal patches has been the most successful at aiding me in my endeavor. It gives me the nicotine with out doing further damage to my lungs. I also use minty chewing gum to help with the oral fixation. Otherwise, I would be eating constantly. But, I still was not enough to completely put that horse out of its misery.

Now I have this funny li’l thing called the E-cigarette. An electronic cigarette that delivers nicotine with out the other hazardous chemicals found in cigarettes. At first, I was skeptical of its’ ability and safety. I have had more success using the E-cigarette in conjunction with the patch and chewing gum.

I still smoke a cigarette here and there. No where near the amount I was before. The main  thing for me to over come now is, learning to talk to people with out the crutch. I am learning though, to overcome it with holding the E-cigarette the way I would hold a

regular cowboy killer. I am looking Forward to an older healthier me.

  

They return from the grave for left overs

  Drinks? Check. Snacks? Check. Volume up? Check. I hear the theme music and see the opening credits, I know I am in for a treat. I don’t watch television that often but, when I do, I want a show that will that breaks away from the norm. Every channel seems to show the same kind of stuff and usually at the same time. Very few shows have grabbed my attention enough to make me check the local listings.

Walking Dead is gritty, dark and realistic. You would think that a show like this would have cheesy effects, bad acting and poor plot lines. NOT SO! This show has gone above and beyond. It has Profound and driven characters. Solid and dynamic plot lines make this show  different from other programs currently showing. You can tell that the cast and crew put their best foot forward. 

Before Walking Dead, zombies were reserved for the slasher film genre. Most of them were easily forgettable. Like other 80’s films, zombies were abused by Hollywood. by being the brunt of horrible one liners, young and horny characters with no acting ability and all being out smarted by screaming girls with big boobs.

I think Walking Dead accurately depicts what it would be like living through an apocalyptic event. The characters have to learn to survive with out any modern conveyances and stay one step ahead of their flesh eating nightmares. They must also be wary of the monsters inside them.

My favorite aspect of Walking Dead is the grittiness of the characters. Like other dramas there is a wide range of character concepts. There is the do-whats- right hero, the caring mother of all, the guy that looks out for number one, the older one that looks out after everyone. All from different walks of life that come together for the sake of survival. 

When the broadcast ends, it leaves me wanting more and anticipating the next one. I hope the AMC continue showing this program for a long time. I am beginning to enjoy watching television again.

Mother-ship finds lost navigator...

   A car accident claimed the life of 38 year old Michael Heady. Heady was a resident of Murfreesboro Tennessee. He attended college at Middle Tennessee State University.

     The accident occurred Friday night while he was driving to Florence Alabama to visit friends. Witnesses say he ran off the road to avoid a U.F.O. flying at low altitude. 

     Heady graduated high school in 1992 at Colbert Heights High School in Tuscumbia Alabama. In 1995 he joined the Navy. Heady served eight years before receiving an honorable discharge. 

     Visitation will be held at Perry the Platypus Funeral home 5 p.m. Thursday. Funeral services will follow. He will be buried at Dead Like Me Cemetery.

     Heady is survived by his adopted kids, Kelsey and Dave.

Losing my Blogging "V" card.

This is the 1st time I have ever thought about or even written a blog. Of course this is for my media writing class. But, You never know where something like this will lead.