Thrust - action/adventure tesseract
Pressing upon alternate dimension X.
New World: Order
Purged body with digital drain
Time travel portal
New World: Order established to combat rogue virus.
Charles Crown seen as the reason.
Other 62 members treat him differently.
Spider is my opposite reflection who is heading to the light as I head to damnation. We both think the other is walking the other path.
Buddy comedy. 90's rockstar asskicker. 80's manly explorer. Spoof on cliches in both films.
Hotrod. 70's detective friend.
Adventure handles transport. Action handles fighting.
Emo-Spidey Hipster Photographer
Skinny, muscular, hunched over, brooding.
Hair flowing. Bands in Wburg. Harry Trust fund douche.
MJ modelling. Always doing the wrong thing, angry sarcasm isolated unrecognized genius.
Ten Ton Thousand Word Challenge
3 page, 10 panel, trailer pitch script
Reimagine - character
Reinvent - genre
Rescue - forgotten
Ramble - wild card
Winner of each week, then each month. Networking to help script get drawn.
10 - script, pencils, ink, color, letter
5 main guys.
Peter Parker standing along the East River on the Williamsburg side. His longish brown hair, just in his eyes, blows dramatically in the wind. He's hunched over a bit, shoulders slack, head craned forward as he scowls over at Manhattan. Floating above half his face is the Spider-Man Mask and spider sense. The wavy lines are a bit more less urgent and more dramatic.
His collared vintage iZod flaps loosely as it sits just snug but making him look even skinnier. Hint of his Ed Norton Fight Club muscles. Tight jeans and checkered Vans. (If we can do it color, blue shirt with red stripes, dark blue jeans, and red/blue checkereds.) He's got a tattoo of a spider on the inside of his forearm.
The ghostly image of Gwen Stacy is above his right side. Gwen's got rectangular glasses, old school headband, tiny nose piercing, and scenester haircut. On the left side is MJ has precise bangs, dark eye makeup, perfectly straight dark red hair.
N: (long winded internal narration about Brooklyn, Manhattan, his job & his schoolwork, social life, and heroic life, between Gwen & MJ.)
P(T): IT'S SO WEIRD LIVING ON MY OWN OUT IN BROOKLYN. I STILL FEEL LIKE A KID, MY POOR AUNT MAY THREE SUBWAY TRANSFERS AWAY IN QUEENS, STILL MY ONLY SOURCE OF A GOOD MEAL. DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME THESE DAYS BETWEEN CLASSES AT NYU AND SHOOTING FOR THE BUGLE. WHICH REMINDS ME, GOTTA GET MY FREELANCE CHECK FROM JAMESON SO I CAN AFFORD TO GO OUT THIS THURSDAY. BUT DO I CHANCE THE L AND HIT UP SOHO WITH MJ, SOME SWANKY CLUB WHERE I'll FEEL OUT OF PLACE, OR HIT UP SOME D.I.Y. ART SHOW WITH GWEN IN BUSHWICK?
Half length. Peter from behind, we see the Manhattan skyline behind him, he's glancing over his shoulder at us, hair dangling in his eyes, a slight flex of his bicep, spidey mask just tucked out of his back pocket. He looks like he's about to sigh with his self pitying eyes.
N: (long winded narration about his best friend Harry, whom he's come to hate and has to move out of their apartment and move into the city on his own)
P(T): I HOPE HARRY'S NOT EXPECTING THE RENT THIS WEEK, OTHERWISE I'M SCREWED. I FEEL BAD ALWAYS DITCHING HIM, BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM ANYMORE. IT'S TIME I LOOKED FOR MY OWN PLACE, CLOSER TO CLASSES AND WORK.
Close up shot of Peter turning towards us, half twisting all wiry-like, webshooter at his hip, ready to press his two middle fingers into his open palm. His eyes are alert and ready for action. A flash of the Spidey suit underneath.
P(T): SPEAKING OF HARRY, HE'S BEEN REALLY WEIRD LATELY, TAKING EVERYTHING SO SERIOUS.
Wide shot of a hipster band, on the drums is an ironic metal throwback band logo that reads SINISTER 6. On lead vocals, dead center is the GREEN GOBLIN all rubbermask and creepy as he screams into a microphone, leaning right into the frame like a fish eyed lens, white tattered t-shirt clinging to his obscenely skinny frame. Left of him is SCORPION who's wearing a green ski-mask (darker than GG green), and a puffy sweater from the 70's, turtleneck, he's looking down intensely as he strums the green bass. Far left is DOC OCK, who's playing 2 sets of keyboards and 2 turntables. Chubby with a beard and thick 70's turtleshell frames. Right of GG is ELECTRO who's in tight green jeans, with a yellow t-shirt and neon green flying v guitar, and wild yellow hair, green bandana. The old rocker far right is ryhthm guitarist THE VULTURE, lecherous, but like he's seen the world, tattooed up and down his hairy arms, tight green t-shirt on his junkie stature. He's balding and wearing a 50's style cap. In the background on the right is SANDMAN on drums, blonde arm hair flailing about as he wails on the drums so fast it's a blur of yellow, tight green striped t-shirt on muscular pecs, looks like he's in shape making the rest of them look skinnier. His red curly hair flies back wet with sweat. In the background right is the backup singer/rapper KRAVEN, gold ironic lion t-shirt with sparkle iron on look, tight leopard print jeans, big ass hair and Zappa moustache.
P: HARRY'S IN A BAND?! HARRY ISN'T A MUSICIAN. HE'S MIDDLE MANAGEMENT CORNER OFFICE.
Split of Harry's smiling face, having pulled up the GG rubber mask and looking calm and posied as compared to the goblinface. American Psycho clean cut lunatic.
N: (long winded speech about destroying his life)
H: I HATE YOU PETER. YOU THINK BECAUSE I HAVE MONEY, THAT I CAN AFFORD TO DO ANYTHING I WANT, THAT I'M LESS THAN YOU. THAT I DON'T BELONG HERE, CAN'T DO ANYTHING CREATIVE BECAUSE I HAVEN'T SUFFERED, BUT I'VE SUFFERED PETER, MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND.
All the Six charge him from different directions, Peter all curled up, with boxing fists ready. He scans his oppenents from the corner of his eyes.
P(T): HARRY'S LOST HIS MIND, HE'S NOT PUNK ROCK, AND HE DOESN'T REALLY WANT TO HURT ME. DOES HE...? DO I ANNOY PEOPLE THAT MUCH.
Peter riding his fixed gear bike right towards us, he's beaten up and bloody, speeding away from shapes in the distance.
P(T): HE'S LOST HIS DAMN MIND. UNCLE BEN WOULD TELL ME TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK, TO GET HARRY HELP. AFTER ALL HE'S POWERLESS TO HIS ADDICTIONS. I HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO HELP HIM.
GG is riding on a skateboard right towards us, casually standing atop it as it speed downhill. He's pulled a knife from the backpocket of his jeans, and keeps it tucked behind his forearm, his body posture is solid and serene, but he's ready to strike.
H(T): PETER MUST DIE. MY FATHER WILL HATE ME. I'll HAVE RUINED HIS LIFE. HE'LL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SEE ME FINALLY. HOPE YOU'RE WATCHING POP.
Peter skids out and flips his hair out of his eyes, determined to face GG.
P(T): WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY...
GG and Peter speed towards each other in an epic clash. A Hipster Watcher in the center, ghostly, with his goatee and nose ring, a kanji tattoo and round glasses. 90's hipster, shoulderpads in a blazer, ponytail. GG is leaping off the skateboard slicing forward with the knife coming out of the bottom of his clenched fist. PP is perched on his frame and seat, fingertips on the handlebars, about to leap forward, fist cocked back.
P(T): AND I HAVE THE POWER TO TAKE HIM DOWN.
H: DEATH TO PETER PARKER! (Part of the art, along the bottom, dramatic and bold)
W: THIS IS A TALE OF THE HIPSTER-VERSE!