are the story. This is our
legend and we are writing it right now . Together.”
Against
her better judgment, she felt her lips curve.
Slade’s
eyes gleamed, seeing that she appreciated that line. “It will not be easy.
Great quests never are. But, I ask that you join me in building a better
future. The future we were meant to have. The future you deserve.” His gaze
stayed locked on hers. “Stay with me and you will not be sorry. I swear it.”
In
that second, Jane saw the truth. She gazed up at the lunatic in front of her
and knew that he really was a king. His destiny was huge and
important. Slade was the star of this film. Not because he was good looking
or charismatic, but because he believed that he could solve all of Infinia’s
problems before the credits rolled. He was asking her to save this whole
stupid world, because he believed they were the only ones who could do it.
And
he was right.
Crap.
Jane
let out a long sigh. She wasn’t going home today.
Chapter Six
INT. OBSIDIAN FORTRESS- DAY
Open
with a tracking shot along a sinister corridor of the palace. The forbidding Obsidian
Fortress looks like Castle Grayskull mixed with the Death Star. The rest of
Infinia is terrified of the place and with good reason: Its owner is a mean,
dangerous, (but super-hot) Werewolf. All sorts of creatures cower in the darkened
corners, fearful of FANG’S wrath. Some of them are crying. Some are praying.
There’s a close-up of a scared baby covering its eyes.
Then
we see FANG. He’s looking super-hot and majorly pissed. Ominous music plays, something
with BIG sound and BIG drums and maybe some creepy chanting. (Note: We should
definitely hire JOHN WILLIAMS to write an evil sounding score for this part.)
FANG approaches a hidden door …and the scene fades to black, leaving the
audience wondering what this super-hot villain is planning next.
Redrafted Film Script- “From Here to
Infinia”
How
the fuck could Slade still be alive?
Fang
had thought that bloodsucking bastard was long dead. Surely someone would have killed him, by now. Mostly likely Damien or one of Slade’s own idiot
followers. The list of possibilities was endless, though. That Vampire was
the most annoying, arrogant, meddlesome asshole ever born. There should have
been a line around the block of supernatural beings waiting their turn to behead
that douchebag. Instead, he was wandering free in Infinia, gathering more
followers by the day.
Fang
slammed through the echoing hallways of the Obsidian Fortress, his cape billowing
behind him. The entire palace was constructed of glassy black rocks. It
loomed over the green lands of Infinia like a tombstone. Jagged and dark, it was
designed to intimidate the weak followers of this weak land. It showed them
who was boss.
No
one crossed the Werewolf King. Lately, even his own men were wise enough to
stay out of Fang’s way. He’d already executed a dozen of them just for being
nearby. When he was feeling testy, he needed an outlet for his frustrations
and the Goblins were suitably breakable. But, after his justifiable burst of
pique had left sixteen of them torn apart by wild dogs, he had his emotions
back under control.
All
of this just went to show that if you wanted something done right, you had to
do it yourself. Slade had ruined Fang’s last homeland, but he wasn’t going to
get away with it, again. This time, Fang would see the Vampire dead and his
stupid, blond head on a pike. Since no one else was up to the task of
defeating that bastard, Fang would personally perform the honors.
He
looked forward to it.
For
nearly a week, he’d been scouring the Endless Woods for any sign of Slade and
he’d come up empty, though. That ludicrously attired ass-hat had vanished. No
matter how many underlings Fang sent into the woods, there was still no trace
of the Vampire. In fact, there was very little
legend and we are writing it right now . Together.”
Against
her better judgment, she felt her lips curve.
Slade’s
eyes gleamed, seeing that she appreciated that line. “It will not be easy.
Great quests never are. But, I ask that you join me in building a better
future. The future we were meant to have. The future you deserve.” His gaze
stayed locked on hers. “Stay with me and you will not be sorry. I swear it.”
In
that second, Jane saw the truth. She gazed up at the lunatic in front of her
and knew that he really was a king. His destiny was huge and
important. Slade was the star of this film. Not because he was good looking
or charismatic, but because he believed that he could solve all of Infinia’s
problems before the credits rolled. He was asking her to save this whole
stupid world, because he believed they were the only ones who could do it.
And
he was right.
Crap.
Jane
let out a long sigh. She wasn’t going home today.
Chapter Six
INT. OBSIDIAN FORTRESS- DAY
Open
with a tracking shot along a sinister corridor of the palace. The forbidding Obsidian
Fortress looks like Castle Grayskull mixed with the Death Star. The rest of
Infinia is terrified of the place and with good reason: Its owner is a mean,
dangerous, (but super-hot) Werewolf. All sorts of creatures cower in the darkened
corners, fearful of FANG’S wrath. Some of them are crying. Some are praying.
There’s a close-up of a scared baby covering its eyes.
Then
we see FANG. He’s looking super-hot and majorly pissed. Ominous music plays, something
with BIG sound and BIG drums and maybe some creepy chanting. (Note: We should
definitely hire JOHN WILLIAMS to write an evil sounding score for this part.)
FANG approaches a hidden door …and the scene fades to black, leaving the
audience wondering what this super-hot villain is planning next.
Redrafted Film Script- “From Here to
Infinia”
How
the fuck could Slade still be alive?
Fang
had thought that bloodsucking bastard was long dead. Surely someone would have killed him, by now. Mostly likely Damien or one of Slade’s own idiot
followers. The list of possibilities was endless, though. That Vampire was
the most annoying, arrogant, meddlesome asshole ever born. There should have
been a line around the block of supernatural beings waiting their turn to behead
that douchebag. Instead, he was wandering free in Infinia, gathering more
followers by the day.
Fang
slammed through the echoing hallways of the Obsidian Fortress, his cape billowing
behind him. The entire palace was constructed of glassy black rocks. It
loomed over the green lands of Infinia like a tombstone. Jagged and dark, it was
designed to intimidate the weak followers of this weak land. It showed them
who was boss.
No
one crossed the Werewolf King. Lately, even his own men were wise enough to
stay out of Fang’s way. He’d already executed a dozen of them just for being
nearby. When he was feeling testy, he needed an outlet for his frustrations
and the Goblins were suitably breakable. But, after his justifiable burst of
pique had left sixteen of them torn apart by wild dogs, he had his emotions
back under control.
All
of this just went to show that if you wanted something done right, you had to
do it yourself. Slade had ruined Fang’s last homeland, but he wasn’t going to
get away with it, again. This time, Fang would see the Vampire dead and his
stupid, blond head on a pike. Since no one else was up to the task of
defeating that bastard, Fang would personally perform the honors.
He
looked forward to it.
For
nearly a week, he’d been scouring the Endless Woods for any sign of Slade and
he’d come up empty, though. That ludicrously attired ass-hat had vanished. No
matter how many underlings Fang sent into the woods, there was still no trace
of the Vampire. In fact, there was very little
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