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Video begins, scene of smaller spacecraft docking into a larger carrier craft outpost.

Adam: Welcome to O8, my name is Adam and I’ll be taking you folks through the tour.

Wes: Wait, Do you mean the company, or the year?

Adam: Well, both, although, one more embarrassing than the next, guess which is which?

Riley: The year is more embarrassing?

Adam: Shockingly, no, even though it was crappier still less embarrassing.

Riley: Wait, you guys are the same ones who had this little deal, taking over the galaxy but them foiled by a rubber chicken.

Adam: We, don’t talk about that. That was back in ‘07. We had a fling, business wasn’t working, we got desperate.

Noah: How dare you expose yourself.

Adam: Trust me, I had nothing to do with it, I was on vacation. I’ll leave you with my associate TJ now.

TJ: Hey, I’m TJ, welcome to the tour.

(Alarm begins to blare)

TJ: And welcome to the simulation.

Chance: I didn’t sign up for a simulation!

TJ: By agreeing to take the tour, you signed a waver for a simulation.

Wes: We all read the fine print, there was no simulation involved, so explain yourself TJ.

TJ: Too late, you’re in, here’s the challenge. You’ll make your way through the corridors, and fight many robots around the facility. If you beat them all, you pass. If not, well. We’ll see what happens in the first few rounds. Good luck.

(TJ walks off)

Chance: Great, this is just perfect! What do we even do now?

Riley: Well, we can’t just stand around, we have to get moving. Sooner we finish this task, the sooner we get off this nutship.

Noah: There better be food involved, I’m hungry.

(Scene fades to black as the trio explore, fades in with floor map of the facility.)

SERVER ROOM:

TJ: Welcome to stage one, let’s see how you guys do. If you do well, then, oh I dunno, you get a pat on the back?

Wesley: You’re joking. There better be something good outta this.

Riley: Still think this is fun? I wanted to go out for pizza, but no, you wanted to go to space!

TJ: Fight begin!

(Fades to the fight scene)

TJ: So the first thing you need to know is how these simulations work, first off, these robots are rigged with an AI and stat system that changes based on difficulty and your personal stats. So, let me show you your current stats. All of you are currently level one, on the first floor, meaning, this is a tutorial bot.

Wes (Medium Close-up): Get on with it already!

TJ: Fine, learn how to beat these things on your own. Jeez, I’m only trying to help you.

Riley: Come on Wes I wanted to hear the tutorial.

Chance: Eh, I say chill. Maybe it’s like those turn-based RPGs.

TJ: See, he gets it.

Wes: No one asked you! Now, let’s start fighting.

(Wes kicks the robot, out of pain he starts jumping around)

Wes: Ow you gotta be kidding, did that even do any damage?

TJ: About 3 points worth.

Noah: Out of how many?

TJ: About 10 HP, so you do the math.

Riley: 7 HP left, not bad Wes, I’m sure your brother couldn’t do that much damage.

Wes: He could do tons just by sitting on it.

(Noah takes his turn and punches the robot)

TJ: Minus 5 HP, 2 HP left, it’s the bot’s turn now. Just to show how the damage works.

(Robot moves in and attacks Chance with a laser)

Chance: Ouch! Really dude? Why me?

TJ: The AI usually attack the biggest threat.

Chance: I’m not sure if that was racist or a compliment. So how much HP do I have based on your little trinkets?

TJ: You took 5 damage, so, with starting HP of 20 for each of you, 15 left.

(Riley takes the last attack, defeating the robot)

TJ: Not bad, you guys earn about roughly 500 XP, so, you got a free 2 levels. Each of you are now level three.

Noah: Now tell us what we do from here?

TJ: Much like your basic RPG, this simulation has certain skills and stats to max, you have two SP for your stat boosts, and AP for your skills or abilities.

Wes: Kinda reminds me of Zenonia.

Riley: Right, so what kind of skills do we even have?

TJ: You guys need some kinda GUI system to show what’s going on don’t you? I gotcha, make your way south of this room, there’s a tech bay that has a few gadgets to tell you what you can do. Hopefully there’s enough for you guys.

Noah: So, we don’t even have a map? How do we know which way is south?

(Everyone looks at a “sign” with “this way south” written on it)

Chance: Seems obvious, yeah?

Riley: Too obvious I’d say. I swear if this is a joke, someone’s getting it.

(Scene fades to a montage, of the characters moving, coming to the tech bay.)

Wes: This must be it.

(Wes picks up a small chip)

Riley: So what do we do with these?

TJ: We have a doctor to surgically install those.
Chance: This can’t be good.

(Scene fades to black, Noah wakes up)

Noah: Ugh, everyone alright?

Riley: Yeah I’m fine, I feel different though.

TJ: Tell me, do you see the GUI?

Chance: Yeah, we see our stats. Lemme guess, those chips alter our brains to see this kinda stuff?

(Dr. Little walks in)

J. Little: I’m John Little and I hope I did a good job, from the sights of it, you lived, I did a good job, for once.

RIley: For once? How many, oh you evil mothers.

J. Little: Leaving now. Enjoy the sim, and the chip.

(Everyone stands up from the chairs)

Wes: It was a good nap though. So, what now?

Noah: I think when passing the supply closet I heard crying.

Chance: We should go check it out.

(Scene fades out, returning with the sprites moving, the characters arrive at the door of the supply closet, crying heard from the inside)

Riley: Hey, you weren’t kidding, I hear it now. (Knocks on the door) Hello? Is anyone in there?

Cat: (Looking up, and jumping to her feet) Help! I’ve been kidnapped and locked away in this closet!

Chance: Who even locked you in here?

Cat: Uh, I think his name was Joe, mighta been Terry, or oh I know! It was TJ!

Noah: So, it’s Terry-Joe?

Cat: No, just TJ. Just needed to throw out names to remember.

Wes: So, how exactly do we get you outta here?

Cat: I think there are keys hanging somewhere nearby. See if you can’t find them.

(Sheet of paper taped to wall that points to the keys.)

Riley: You’re kidding me. This again. I swear, this is a trap.

Wes: (Grabs the keys) Trap or not, she needs our help. Maybe we have a Chance if we gain more allies. Eh, eh?

Cat: I don’t get it.

Wes: (Unlocks the door) Don’t worry about it. (Opens the door) How long had you been in there anyway?

Cat: What’s today?

Chance: I believe it’s uh.. I dunno.

Riley: (Current Date)

Cat: More than a year.

Wes: You’re kidding. I swear someone’s gonna get it.

Noah: How about you stick with us? We’re all trying to get outta here.

Chance: Why’d you even get locked in there anyway?

Cat: I was the only successful experiment with the GUI chips, out of my group, of 8.

Riley: Wow, so, you the the GUI then?

Cat: Of course. You guys are level three. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Catherine.

Wes: I’m Wesley, this is Noah, Riley, and Chance. But I have a question, how did you manage to be level five, if by our point in time we’re level three?

Cat: Long story short, TJ was scared of my abilities.

Chance: I suppose you know more about this game than we do?

Cat: More than you’d believe, this is a death game. Welcome to DBO, Death Bot Online.

Riley: This chip put us into a VR, this is no longer real life. We’re in a game…

(Scene fades)

FINAL ROOM

TJ: I’m surprised you guys lived to the final floor. Welcome friends to your end!

Riley: When we get outta here, you’re gonna get it! You hear me?

TJ: You won’t live, you’re fighting O8!

Chance: The company, or the year?

TJ: Neither, you’re fighting Oryx, mark 8. Unlike your previous foes, O8 doesn’t like taking turns.

Wes: So, you stole the ideas of Oryx from ROTMG, marvelous. Looks like it’s all based on luck.

Noah: Let’s do it. (Holds out his fist)

(Everyone puts his hand on his, with looks of determination)

Chance: We got this!

Riley: See you guys on the other side.

(Everyone begins walking into the final room, scene slows down and Cat becomes the highlighted subject)

Cat: Not this time.

TJ: (Fades in) Are you sure you’re gonna help them? Last time you attempted this, we had all we could to bring you back.

Cat: I’m sure, start a recording for me T.

TJ: Recording. (Fades out)

Cat: Hey guys, if you are hearing this, it means you did it. You managed to defeat my brother. I knew you could. But, with, everything I learned from and about you guys, I wish we coulda had more adventures. You were a good bunch of guys. It just wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t want to hide this truth from you, but you had to learn eventually. I’m actually an AI support unit for this game. I wanted to have a life of my own, where I could do as I please without some Code telling you your limits. That’s why TJ locked me away, I was becoming too “aware” so to speak. If the public learn this company’s plans, they’d destroy the Earth. You can’t beat him on your own, but, if I divide my levels between all of you. You’ll have the power to beat O8. I’m sorry I couldn’t stick around. (Cat glitches) Maybe someday, you’ll get the references to my Code, (glitches again) and, maybe we can have our own adventures. Farewell, friends. (Glitches again and “shatters”)

(Scene fades to black. Title slide)

TGF Presents

The Tour of O8, the Death Games

Coming soon.

POV shot

(VO): Welcome to O8

Wes: The year, the phrase, or the company?

(VO): Yes.

Cut to loading screen, then fight scene, everyone attacking the robot, scene fades to the supply closet, characters unlock the closet to free a person

Anon: I’ve been in there for a year, locked up by this company’s leader.

#1: You gotta be kidding me.

#2: Let’s go kill a final boss.

Scene fades to the final room.

#3: Here we are, if we don’t make it, tell my wife I had another wife.

Wes: See you guys on the other side.

Everyone enters the room, except anon

Anon: Hey guys, I’m leaving this for you, in case you do make it out alive, you’re all good people, and I hope you make it, but my journey stops here. I was supposed to be destroyed after the beta, but I got lucky, you guys helped me along, so, I’m making this my last stop. I’m dividing all of my levels and gear to you using my admin AI programming, except you (#3). You wouldn’t stop creeping me out the whole time. I hate saying goodbye, so, goodbye. (De-res)

(SAO death sound)

Scene opens to the Robot, with glowing red eyes

(VO Robotic Voice): You cannot win. All of you will die.

(Background voice): Simulation estimated to end in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

(Laser rifle firing noise)

Working title: Space: The Final Frontier
Genre: Dramedy (Drama Comedy)
Duration: 5 minutes
Target audience: 16-18 year old men and woman
Outline: We start out With the backstory of the two main characters Noah and Riley, two friends wanted to be astronauts their entire lives and they get a call from NASA giving them an opportunity to go into a part of space no has gone before to the planet named Kepler 22-b (aka planet Namek). The day of the launch both Riley and Noah are very nervous and excited that they are living their dream. Once they get to space With two other people on this mission, Keoni and Wes these two are very experienced in the field of space. Once already in space Noah and riley learn that there is a 90% chance of failure. They lose communication with base camp. They land on Planet Kepler 22-b with very little food and water. When they are searching for resources to survive and find stuff for NASA and they see that there is life on this planet and they do not like the fact there are other Aliens and everyone on the ship eventually dies and the Aliens on that planet take their ship and head towards Earth.


Character breakdown:
Noah: Rookie astronaut going to space for the first time he would like to go to space to see if there is life on planets other than earth
Riley: Another rookie astronaut, best friends with Noah and would like to find some alien babes
Keoni: Experienced astronaut teaching Noah and riley to be good at the job
Wes: The botanist/cook on the ship that makes the food and drinks for everyone that is also experienced in space.
Visual elements: For the most part using a green screen with a space station in the background, using parts of the building to infer thats its part of the space station, somewhere outside with different colors to show its a different planet. Props would include a rope, remote control, plates, cups, maybe food and drinks, finger guns.
Audio elements: Our own song, foley effects, suspenseful music, and special effects
Rationale: It was a short film prompt from Mr.Jackson.
Research: Watching other space type movies to make ours similar to them
Requirements and resources: We would need to use the green for most of the film, chairs and table to help infer there is no gravity in parts of the ship, Four crew members, one camera will do, softbox light to help light up the green screen, a yeti mic
Constraints: Might have some problems showing no gravity, getting food and drinks, and getting the right color for the new planet.
Legal and ethical considerations: Might have to get copyright free sound effects and background music and copyright free rocketship takeoff.
Budget: $15.00
Schedule: Start filming by May 5th and film on weekdays, Finish the short film by the end of May.

A figure in blue jumped out from the bushes of the thick jungle, running so quickly you couldn’t see his face. He turned around quickly and shot at something behind him from the gun built onto his arm. He kept running through the bullet-storm that fired back at him, even as one hit him on the ankle.

“X! Keep going!” Someone--a male--called. The figure tried desperately to pick up the pace after hearing the voice, despite his ankle sparking. He could hear something charging after him still, footsteps heavy on the jungle’s leafy ground.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and heavy weight crashed into the figure, barreling him over and pinning him down, arm with the gun held firmly to the ground. He looked to be in about his late teens. His eyes were tired, and sparks came from the blue helmet he wore. “X,” The one who tackled him growled. “It’s the end of the line. The Mavericks have won this battle. Give up.”

“As long as I am functional,” X spat back, though his voice sounded scratchy and tired. “The Mavericks will never reign over Pigraphia. None of the forces will.”

The Maverick laughed. “Zero is dead. You are the only one left. And even that won’t be for long,” He sneered, pushing his gun into X’s blue suit.

He winced. “You won’t win, Sigma. You can tell Wily I said that.”

Sigma narrowed his eyes. “He’ll be proud of me nonetheless, even with your pathetic hope. I have destroyed Doctor Light’s greatest creation. The original Reploid; the one that inspired all others to come.”

Sigma shot his gun, destroying X. He exploded into nothingness, the only remains of him being sprawled out in blue.

“Okay, that’s enough of those minions, it’s time to finally face off. One on one.” Kyoto stood in place, a look of vengeance and hatred stared upon the Queen.
“Are we still holding back, child?”
His aura sparked to black, “No.” He charged at her with full force, taking her by storm, she was caught off guard. Landing a powerful blow to the face, she faltered and stumbled backwards. “I’m not a child, or a kid. I’m your worst enemy.”
“Ooh, feisty! This is your full power?” She cackled.
“I wouldn’t say no if it was,” he said sarcastically. His aura turned back into a blue, with slight streaks of red and black. “That was only half my full capability. Take it as a warning and go back to your trash tunnels.”
“Showing mercy? You’re pathetic. I’ve come so far, I’m not giving up now! You’ve been a thorn in my side for way too long, this is where y-” Her speech was interrupted, her head drove into the ground.

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Shimmerscale's condition only got worse. They thought she would get better, but then it turned. She couldn't remember who she was, where she was, anything. Blackdust was freaking out more than ever, since his mate attacked Shimmerscale. Even if it was an accident. No one would believe Blackdust the traitor if he said that his own mate, the Deputy, did this. So he went with Boulderstripe's story. That while the three were hunting, Shimmerscale had fallen into the lake and his her head on an assortment of rocks, losing her memories.

Blackdust could only hope the friendly she-cat would get better. The black tom paced outside of Swiftshade's den. The Medicine Cat, surely, would be able to fix her! "Blackdust?" the ShadowClan Medicine Cat meowed softly. "I can't recover her memory, no matter what I say. She has to become an Apprentice and relive her life." Blackdust's heart sank. His closest friend besides Boulderstripe had disappeared into nothing. Shimmerscale was as good as dead now. All that remained was a hollow husk of who she was before...

"Swiftshade, who did you bring?" the tabby's voice called. "Is that my littermate?"

"No, but you'll like him." The tom gestured for Blackdust to enter the Medicine Den. "This is Blackdust." The black tom waved his tail, staring at the memory-lost she-cat. She looked so happy for just losing her memories.

"Hello!" Shimmerscale meowed happily. Blackdust flinched, taking in her appearance. He'd never get used to the ugly scratches upon the beautiful she-cat. She was so pretty and hopeful, yet so naive and kitlike. The Warrior's orange gaze seemed to glow with pity as he turned around.

"She was once beautiful. But that was taken away."