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At 6/8/11 03:32 AM, ImpendingRiot wrote: Close, it's someone drifting through space after their ship was destroyed but they're rescued by a trading vessel.

Oh, okay. It was actually pretty good. It could better with a little more writing.

By the way, If you ever need a writer, I'm your man.

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Looks tasty.

Anyway, I wasn't trying to be mean, if you took it that way.

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I'm confused.

I don't know what you're saying?

Does this picture have any connection?

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That was a bit odd... and yet intriging at the same time. Of course, it can be twitched a bit.

To me, it sounded like a man final moments as his ship is about to crash.

Is it?

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For those of you who seem to care, I wrote some skits for an animator, who was going to animate them, but for some reason, he decided to strip them. I am upset at this, but I have the two scripts here, along with others, for you to enjoy.

For those who would like to animate any of my scripts, they require lots of movement and facial expressions.

The first two were the ones I wrote for the animator.

SKIT 1: A deleted scene

A card fades in: What you are about to see is a deleted scene from M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening". This fades out.

Another card fades in: Although it showed his true vision, Shyamalan felt that people would find it implausible. It fades out.

we then cout to where some construction workers witness their co-worker fall to his death. Then more start to fall all around them. One of them looks up and sees his co-workers jumping to their deaths.

WORKER: God in Heaven.

Just then, a business man stops when he sees falling men all around him. He gets really scared, but then...

BUSINESS MAN (Overly-estatic): My wish came true! YAAAAYYY!!!

Then, "It's Raining Men" by the Weather Girls plays as men everywhere fall from sky and the Business man dances around. He runs around, carrying a big-ass net, trying to catch some falling men. He passes an elderly lady who sits on a stool, holding out another big-ass net.

The Business Man catches a falling man. They look at each other for a moment, then smile. A fat man crushes them both.

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SKIT 2: A "WTF" Moment

Two guys sit on a couch. The guy on the right plays a video game while the guy on the left watches. There is a moment of peace. Suddenly, the guy on the left bites the guy on the right on his arm.

GUY ON RIGHT: OUCH!!

He pulls back, wide-eyed and very shakened. The guy on the left just stares at him, surprised.

GUY ON LEFT (innocent): Sorry.

He turns to the TV and sits there as if nothing had happened.

GUY ON LEFT: Reflex.

The guy on the right still stares at him.

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SKIT 3: MJ Strikes Again

Justin Bieber performs "Baby" at a concert. Just then, Michael Jackson jumps in out of nowhere and does some of his signature moves.

JUSTIN: Michael Jackson?!

MJ: That's right. I came back from the dead to refill my true purpose.

He does a crotch-grab.

MJ: To enjoy some play time with you.

Justin screams like a girl and runs away.

MJ (running after him): Get back here, Boy-toy!

NOTE: Yeah, I know this sounds mean, but this was written to make fun of Justin Bieber.

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SKIT 4: "Walk This Way"

A large group of men walk into an elegant restaurant.

A French Maitre d', in an overly-dramatic pose, greets them.

MAN: Marco. Party of seventy?

The Maitre d' looks through a book.

MAITRE D': Ah, oui oui. Walk this way.

He does another overly-dramatic pose and glides down the dining hall. The group mimics him in a single line.

Two guys watch them through a window.

GUY #1: What the fuck?

GUY #2: What? He did say "walk this way".

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SKIT 5: The Dark Side of Porn

A TV shows a clip of "Showgirls" with naked girls.

A Man sits on the couch. He has a huge erection. He gets very excited, his erection gets bigger until... POP!

His erected penis deflates to rubber. He is wide-eyed by this. He wiggles it around, but it just plops back down.

MAN (frustrated): God-Dammit!

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SKIT 6: Prank

A college boy comes out of his room. He yawns.

COLLEGE BOY: Time to start this kiss-ass d--OH SHIT!

He unknowningly steps on a skateboard, which takes him to the stairs. He manages to stop, but he is catapulted off the skateboard. He rolls down the stairs and lands on another skateboard, which takes him through the back door and catapults him down a pool filled with Red Jello.

He gets himself out and is greeted by his roommate, who is smiling.

ROOMMATE: GOTCHA, MOTHER-FUCKER!! Man, I can't believe you didn't even see that skateboard.

He walks away, laughing. The college boy is pissed off.

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SKIT 7: Another "WTF" Moment

An old woman walks her Chihuahua. They stop by a big tree. The old woman stands by as her Chihuahua squats down to take a poop.

Then, without warning...

TREE (as if slams down a branch): I'M A TREE!

The Chihuahua squeaks as the old woman turns ghostly white. She stares at the tree, then drops dead.

The Chihuahua is gone, nothing but a tower of poop. We then see the Chihuahua far away, falling down in the city. We then hear a slight sound of a crash and a car alarm going off.

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SKIT 8: Meeting Whitney

A bunch of people do stuff at a food court. then a shadowy figure of a woman appears. They all turn to see Whitney Houston standing by the entrance.

MAN: OMG! It's Whitney Houston!

Everyone runs to her, asking for her autograph and stuff.

WHITNEY: Y'all want to smoke some crack?

She says this as holds out a bag of crack.

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NOTE: This is a sequal to "Prank"

SKIT 9: Sweet Revenge

The Roommate is dead asleep on his bed. He snores.

The college boy quietly puts a speaker next to his ear. Then he connected a microphone to the speaker and places it on a small table. He then puts a baby panda next to the microphone.

There is a moment of silence.

The baby panda sneezes. The roommate jumps up and through the ceiling. After a moment, he comes back down, bounces off the bed and flies through his window. He lands on a trampoline and bounces up and down to land in the garbage.

The roommate lays there, completely dizzy and in pain as the college boy walks up to him, hands in pockets, and bends down to his level.

COLLEGE BOY: Now, we're even.

He walks off with pride.

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I wanted to write more, but I am just too tired. I will put down more ASAP.

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This is a story I made up after reading a 2000 article in The Observer. It is probably the darkest story I have ever written, but don't get too crazy.

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The Dealer lied on his bed, in a room that reeked of smoke, beer and semen. He was blowing smoke rings in the air as he listened to Slipknot on his stereo. His phone beeped, telling the dealer he recieved a text message. He checks it, which reads, "You'll be recieving a new shipment tomorrow. I want them sold by the end of the week. Got it?"
He smiled and types, "Got it." then pushes send. He put his phone down and lied back down, blowing more smoke rings, but jolted up when the front door started ringing. He put out his cigarette and turned off the music. The front door still rang.
With a gun in hand, he walked up to the door, "Password." He called out.
There was a small discreet moment before he heard, "I stuck my thumb and pulled out a plum." letting him know it was a customer.
He opened the door. A short, stout middle-aged man in a busness suit stood there. He looked around, anxious, to see if anyone was around.
"Are you alone?" The Dealer asked.
The Customer turned to him, "No, I made sure."
The Dealer montioned him to come in, which he did, and closed the door behind him. He turned to the Customer as he put his gun away, "So, you came back. Were you satisfied?"
The Customer dug his hands on his pocketand took out a big wad of money, "I brought money. I want another one."
The Dealer eyed the cash, "Ahh, you want more."
"I want a fucking better one. I want one I can fucking masterbate to. You sold me nothing but shit the last time I was here. I brought more money this time. Five-thousand dollars this time."
"I see. Don't worry, buddy, I have you covered. Follow me."
The Dealer led the Customer down the basement. He turned on the light. The basement had a depressing musk smell. It was filled with nothing but rows of shelfs, each containing blank DVDs that were kept in colored covers. Each one had a numbered pasted to the front.
The Dealer led the Customer to the shelf with DVDs in red covers, "Five-thousand, you say? You want the real action action." He looks through the DVDs, "Tell me, how young?"
The Customer pondered, "Well, maybe no younger than nine. Ten, actually."
The Dealer takes out a DVD and holds it up to him, "It is only a few weeks old. It arrived just yesterday. In it, the boy has his dick chopped off before being fucked and left to die. I promise you, with five-Gs, this will be your best friend for weeks."
The Customer eyed the DVD while grabbing his dick, "Tell me you're not fucking ripping me off."
"I promise you, this one really dies."
"That's what you said the last time. The last DVD you sold me, I didn't get what I want."
"You didn't have the money last time." They stand there for a while. The Dealer put the DVD back and was about to walk off. The Customer stopped him, "Sorry, I'm just stressed out. My kids are staying with me for a week and I have to do overtime at work. I just need to let it all out. I need to feel good. I need to make myself relax."
The Dealer stood there, staring at him, "What do you want?"
The Customer stared at him, "I want to see the little fucker die."
"That's why I'm here. To please your fantasies."
He then picked up the DVD. They did the exchange and left the basement. The Customer walked out the front door, "Come back anytime later. I am always open." The Customer smiled and left.

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I know it sounds horrible, but stuff like this really happens every day. Share your thoughts about this story. I am all ears.

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What is ti that you like? What kind of stories do you look for?

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Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!!! YES!!

This was a fantastic story. You did a terrific job keeping me entertained till the very end.

Please. I would like more in the future.

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I would love to read it, but you wrote the dialogue and the directions in the same way. It is pretty hard for me to determine what are the characters talking and what are the actions.

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To anyone who has actually played Portal 2.

I heard a lot about this game and it looks pretty cool. But tell me, Is this game so good that it is worth spending almost a part of my life to play it? Is it actually fun to play Portal 2? Should I first play the first one before this one?

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I have a couple of ideas, but i would have to send you a PM.

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Before you say anything, I understand that the formatting is a little off. That's my bad right there. I will fix that ASAP.

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Here's a script that I just made up at the top of my head. Hope you enjoy it.
INT. HOUSE -- NIGHT

The door OPENS. Two figures enter. One of them CLOSES the door.VOICE 1: Sure is dark in here.
VOICE 2: I'll turn on the lights.
The LIGHTS come on. The figures are handsome gay men. One is a small skinny Blonde in his early-20s. The other is a tall buff Brunette in his late-20s.BLONDE: Nice place you got here
BRUNETTE: Thanks. You want me to take your coat?
The Blonde gives him his cost. The Brunettee hangs it. The Blonde goes to him and hugs him around his waist.BRUNETTE: You seem to be pretty excited.
BLONDE: I'm just estatic. I've always wanted to have my first time with a handsome man like you. To be bestowed the keys to the realm of internal bliss. To boldly go where no gay virgin has ever gone before. (Looks up at the Brunette) You know what I'm talking about?
BRUNETTE: Yeah. You want me to put my cock in your ass, Which I would love to do.
He kisses him on his lips. They start to french kiss for a bit.BLONDE: Can I fondle you for a bit?
BRUNETTE: Here? (Raising one eyebrow) Why?
BLONDE: It helps me get turned on. And I can also examine your delicous body.
The Brunette smiles.BRUNETTE: Go on.
BLONDE: Can you lie down right there?
He points to the area in front of the TV. The Brunette goes over and lies down on his back.BLONDE: Now, relax.
The Brunette relaxes. The Blonde rubs his hands all around his chest and torso. He then goes down to his crotch, where he fondles it with his face. The Brunette smiles, moaning. The Blonde rubs his legs. He then takes his shoes off, pulls off his socks and licks his feet.BRUNETTE: Oh, yeah.
The Blonde kisses his way back to the crotch, where he starts to UNZIP his pants. The Brunette sits up.
BRUNETTE: Whoa! What are you doing?
BLONDE: I was gonna give you a blowjob.
BRUNETTE: I rather you not.
BLONDE: Why?
BRUNETTE: Because I'm HIV-positive.
The Blonde smiles.BLONDE: I know. That's why I accepted your invitation.
BRUNETTE: Come again?
BLONDE: I want you the give me the "Gift".
BRUNETTE: What?
BLONDE: I've always dreamed of being positive for a few years now. It justs that nobody ever gave me a chance.
BRUNETTE: Are you crazy? Do you even know what it's like to be sick for the rest of your life?
BLONDE: No, I don't know what's it like to be sick for the rest of my life, which is why I want you to give me that opportunity. I want you to infect me. I want to have lesions all over my body. I want to take a big bowl of pills. I want Aquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome make my body its permanent home.
BRUNETTE: Why? Why would you want to go through all that?
The Blonde turns away for a bit. He is quiet.BLONDE: Because of my grandma. She was the most active woman I have ever known. She would be doing something different every day, just to keep herself busy. She was also caring too. My brother was into Power Rangers and he had a doll that was a bunch of Zords that could be formed together. He left it at her house and her dog chewed it up. So she went and bought a replacement. Another time was when I was starting to understand my sexuality. I went into her room and found her dresser full of purfumes. I tried one on when I heard her coming. When she came, she somehow knew, but all she did was give me a kiss on my forehead and said, "You are a beautiful boy". (He laughs, but it soon fades away) She developed Dementia when I was in high school. As the years went by, she started to fade away. She thought our father was her brother and didn't know who her grandchildren were anymore. I hated visits at their house because I hated to see her look so fragile with all those wrinkles and dark bags under her eyes. Then it was at a point where she could no longer take care of herself. She could no longer feed herself, go to the bathroom by herself, or even walk around by herself. She had to have grandpa take care of her. When he couldn't do it anymore, we hired a caretaker to help out. Then, during her last year, she sat on a chair. She was nothing but immobile. She had her head leaned back. Her mouth partly opened with some drooling. I was glad when she died. She was better off. (he turns to the Brunette) To have that happen to any old person is just horrible. I just do not like to have people feel like that towards me when I'm older and feeble. But If I had AIDS, I could prevent that. I could avoid possibly going through what my grandma went through. And I need your help to make that happen. I want you to help me. I want to die young.
The Brunette just stares at him. He sighs.BRUNETTE: I hate to say this, but that actually makes sense. But still--
BLONDE: Please? Please, don't make grow through that. Help me.
The Brunette thinks about it.BRUNETTE: Well, I do miss barebacking. Oh, what the fuck?
He lunges at the Blonde and starts kissing him. He then picks him and they go in his bedroom. They SLAMS the door behind them.
The door OPENS again and a sign is placed on the door handle. It says, "Do not disturb: Giftgiving in progress".
THE END

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If you haven't figured it out, I got the idea to this story from a classic urban legand. I bet you know which one.

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Here's a little story I concocted a week ago. Hope you enjoy it.

Another weekend has begun in Riverside, California. Bobby and his best friend, Max, were riding their bikes from Amelia Earhart middle school, discussing what to do when they got to Bobby's house. Max was spending the weekend at Bobby's because he passed his math class, his least-favorite subject. It was also because his parents were going to an office party at Downtown L.A. and they didn't know how late they would be back. Max wouldn't mind staying at his house all by himself for one night, he took Tae Kwon Do for a few years now, but it was more fun at Bobby's because he had X-Box 360 and the PS3. He was bringing over his Wii with a few games, including the Wii Fit (his mom told him to used that during the weekend).
When they got home, they were greeted by Fang, Bobby's three year-old Labrador Retriever. Fang was a great dog Bobby could have and was well-trained when it came to behavior, partly because Bobby's mom had everything written by Cesar Millan. He didn't do a lot of tricks, but it was enough to make him lovable.
Of course, there was one little glitch about Fang.
Late at night, the boys were watching an old recording of American Idol. They were watching Crystal Bowersox perform when Bobby slightly twitches. Max turns to find Fang licking Bobby's feet. Max turns back to the TV, "He's still does that."
"I know. He's gonna do that all night. It's why he's always sleeping around every day."
"Well, maybe if you didn't shove your feet at his face when he was a puppy, then he wouldn't do that."
"Shut up. Besides, It never bothered us."
Max shrugged and the boys continued watching TV. A moment later, Max could feel Fang licking his feet, but he just ignored it.

The next day, around noon time, the boys were playing Call of Duty. Bobby's Mom walks down the stairs, dressed for work, "Bobby? I'm going to work now."
Bobby has his eyes to the game, "'kay, Mom."
"And, another thing, I have to work late tonight. I might not come back until early in the morning. so you two are on your own for dinner. I left some money in the kitchen for you two to buys some snakcs at the store, if you like, or order pizza. Get Domino's, they taste better."
"Thanks, Mom" Bobby said.
"If you plan to stay up, that's fine, just make sure all the doors and windows are locked before you two go to bed tonight. And, I mean, every door. We don't want any crazies or perverts just barge in."
"Yes, Mom."
Bobby's Mom gathered her stuff, said her goodbyes and left.
Later, the boys go in the kitchen and found five twenties on the island. Bobby turned to Max with big eyes, "Fuck yeah!"
Max calls to Domino's and order two extra-larges, one for each of them, and an order of chicken wings. Then they ride to an Albertsons, where they get soda and chips and some ice cream. They got back and put their bikes in the garage.
A few minutes later, the pizza arrived. It was time to party.
The boys ate their pizza as they watched every movie they had on the shelfs and on istant Netflix. Fang just sat around, gobbling up any food the boys drop to the floor. Suddenly, Fang turned to the door leading to the garage. He stared for a few minutes. Bobby turned to Max, who only shrugged, then turned back to Fang, "Fang, What's the matter?" Fang turned to Bobby, walked to him and started licking his toes. Bobby and Max laughed.
It was around 1:00am when the boys started feeling tired. They put away the food, locked the front and back doors and made sure all the windows were locked. They went upstairs and got ready for bed. The boys set up an air mattress, "Make sure you stayed on your side this time?" Bobby politely asked Max.
"Whatever, faggot."
They lied down and slept. Fang lied down on the edge.

Bobby slowly woke up to Fang in the bathroom. Fang must have been drinking from the toilet again. He looked at his watch, which said 3:14am. He rested there for a moment. Then he felt Fang's tongue all over his feet. Bobby giggled himself to sleep.

Max woke up an hour later to his feet being licked, "Please don't bite my toes off?" He politely asked. Fang barked. Max rested there for a bit as Fang did his thing. After a moment, Max started to feel comfortable. He shook Bobby, "Hey." Bobby opened his eyes, "This actually feels good." Bobby smiles, nodding his head. They felt Fang go back to Bobby. They look at each other and press their feet together.
"Goodnight, Fang." They boys said. They went back to sleep.

In the morning, Bobby wakes up. He sat up and saw that Fang was not resting on the edge. "Must be outside" He thought.
Max woke up and looked around, "Where's Fang?" He asked.
"Outside, peeing. You hungry?" Max nodded his head. Bobby stood up and walked down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out the pizza box. when he turned, he stopped. He noticed the back door was unlocked. He could have swore he locked it before he went to bed.
Suddenly, he heard Max scream. He dropped the pizza box and ran up the stairs. "Max?" Bobby said, "Max!" He found Max standing in the bethroom. He walked in and turn where Max was looking. What he found next made him scream.
Fang's body was in the bathtub, resting in a small pool of his own blood. His throat was slit.
Bobby is frozen in utter shock and terror. He tried to hold back tears.
The boys stare at the grusome scene. They noticed the floor is covered in blood. they look around and stare at the mirror. The boys' skin turn white and their eyes and mouths grow big for what they find on the mirror, written in Fang's blood, was this:

"HUMANS CAN LICK TOO"

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At 5/2/11 02:40 AM, sandwich-eater wrote: Movie
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/52 4064
Game
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/54 6057

Thank you very much. How did you find out, by the way?

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Could somebody who was named Movie/Game of the year? I've been looking around and I cannot find anything. Could somebody tell me please?