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only need 1 or 2 panels to show him losing them" (TLB)
page 1-- establish our hero. He is a luchador. He wears... tight wrestler pants, boxing boots, knee and elbow pads, and a luchador mask. Not entirely sure on the colors. Maybe blue and white. I guess this thing is going to be black and white, right? So I am not sure if it matters. Something that makes it clear he is a real good guy, wholesome, clean cut, etc. A hero, not an anti-hero. No stubble on his face. He's in his early 30s, hispanic and of a wiry rather than hulking build.
He is on the verge of triumph. Show him and his opponent, a wrestling ring and a packed outdoor arena.
The luchador is in the ring, mid-match against a hulking werewolf, who is clad in a singlet! He's obviously a few moves away from victory. Our lucha is a little battered looking, but you should see the other guy sort of thing.
Maybe a few panels showing him knocking the other guy around, getting him "stunned" and ready for a suplex.
page 2
A large panel of him with Wolfman, a slightly different, but similar panel (a couple seconds later) with the beam coming into the panel.
Lucha has Wolfman in a hold of some sort, on verge of suplexing him or something. Maybe he has him in a suplex hold, but has not quite left the mat yet.
panel 2: All of the sudden, bam! The satellite hits him with the power-up beam! He drops Wolfie as he is lifted into the air by the beam.
Panel 3: The satellite starts giving him orders and stuff. He's floating in the air, looking totally awesome, probably in some kind of funky light. Man becomes god!
caption (sat.): You have been selected to defend Your Country from Alien Robots! And it zaps him over to where the alien robots are!
"Pick your powers, citizen!"
"Strong and fast! Fast and strong!"
"Enhanced physique--denser, stronger bones, muscles and connective tissues, improved nerves selected for superhuman strength, speed and durability"
page 3-- I'm not too sure on panels and pages after this. This page shows him in transit,
maybe he chooses his powers in transit.
He's whisked away to the fight! Its robots gone wild downtown! Alien robots gone wild! They are trashing the place! The police and national guard are trying to contain the invaders. Tanks are on the way.
The robots are sort of like chrome manniquins. There is a bunch of them, with a leader robot up on a building's roof controlling them somehow.
Our hero is up in the corner of the big panel, with a trashed center city below and before him. Show some trashed city stuff, buildings, cars, maybe smash up the sidewalk and the street. In the center of the panel is a gleaming silver high-rise-- Santo Tower, with a space ship hovering a few hundred feet above it.
This highrise has a big concrete plaza in front of it, with trees and benches and lots and lots of robots. The robots are positioned behind things, because until the Hero showed up, the cops and guardsmen were shooting at them. Show a few shot-up, "dead" robots-- their efforts were not entirely in vain.
He trashes robots in spectacular acrobatic luchador fashion, throwing them in to each other, punching the shit out of them, etc. He uses his back, his fists and elbows, knees, headbutts, but he doesn't kick from the ground. A few flying kicks would be good, but no karate high kicks.
The sat. says: I am going to deploy you in their midst! Get to their leader on the roof of the Santo Tower!
The beam releases him from its grip and he lands elbow first on a shining four-armed robot. A panel of him grinning, with his elbow out, the robot oblivious to its immmenent destruction, just before impact.
He is dropped in the plaza for the Santo Tower and works his way across this plaza, toward the front entrance, which has a steady flow of robots swarming out of it.
He cartwheels to dodge ray-gun beams.
After giving The Falling Star Elbow to the first robot, he moves on. The closest policeman sees him arrive and uses his radio. Word quickly spreads of The Local Wrestler Hero coming to help. It is sincere, he really is a hero to the city.
From the cartwheel, he springs into a hulking (but still roughly man-sized-- think Spider-man versus Colossus) robot, catches it with a flying clothesline and swings around its neck as it staggers around. He crouches on its shoulders and punches it on the side of the head while elbowing muay-thai style on the top of the head. Somehow indicate this robot is out of commission as he launches himself of its shoulders.
He flips in mid-air and lands feet-first on another, knocking it over. When it starts to stand, he vaults off its back, and gets behind it. Show the robot being dazed and confused.grabs it and suplexs it. Maybe the double-armlock chicken wing suplex, I don't know a lot of suplexes. It lands on its head, which crumples like a soda can-- and cracks the concrete.
The Sat says: Hurry up citizen! We must turn back this scouting party!
Our hero says: *This* is a *scouting party*???
And now moves much more rapidly, knocking robots aside on his way to the entrance.
I have no idea where we are on the page count now, but this could be neat page. Panel 1, top left corner of page: Show our hero doing some crazy luchador leap through the glass doors of the entrance. Main panel, in the middle: show the Tower, with smashed, smoking/sparking/flaming robots being thrown out of the windows. Panel 3-- the cliche door to the rooftop flys off its hinges with a couple of flaming robots behind it.
Next page-- Similar to the opening shot, with Our Hero and his opponent, some kind of regal, evil alien vampire cyborg. The villain has a vampire from space thing going on. Maybe he is a vampire who went into space? And allied himself with aliens for some reason? Perhaps they promised him his own kingdom after their invasion or something. Pale skin, sort of a more handsome nosfertaeu, but obviously evil. He is wearing a black and silver, old school Wally Wood space suit, with a cape (of course) and a fishbowl helmet. He has a metal arm. An ornate crown-- to control the robots-- rests on his bald head. He has claws.
Hero: Foul villain! Your cowardly assualt ends now!
Baldy: Foolish mortal! I will tear you apart myself!
Baldy takes a swing at our Hero, who dodges it, but recieves a swipe across the chest in a blink. This draws blood, with four scratches. Claws make our hero mad for some reason. He punches the villain in the stomach, and gets clawed on the shoulders for a bit more blood.
A bit of the wrestler posturing. Baldy is nutso with the claw swipes, trying to keep our compact hero at bay with his longer arms. They have a bit of the back and forth, neither yet has the advantage.
Baldy: Soon I shall have my own kingdom!
Hero: Not on this earth, fiend!
And the hero catches Baldy by the wrists and headbutts him right in the dome, cracking it! Another blow to the midsection. Hero keeps hold of one of the arms, doesn't really matter which one. Baldy scratches him with his free hand, but our hero soaks up the now weak scratches. He ducks a swipe for his face and punches the villain really hard in the chest.
Baldy: Get away! (weakly, small font now)
He bares his teeth while saying this. Robots help me! Some robots come down a beam from the space ship, but they are too slow.
Another blow, this time to helmet and then it is suplex time. The blows have pushed the vampire toward the roof's edge.
our hero grabs the villain and leaps off of the roof. A panel of them on the way down, with Baldy scared shitless, his fishbowl helmet badly cracked. Our Hero, grinning like a fool.
The impact makes a crater. Seeing the death of their leader, the robots are called back.
Sat: Too much resistance. He lied about Earth being easy. Thank you for your most commendable service, citizen!
A beam goes out of the crater, up, up, up to the sat. People, mostly cops and soldiers, ring around crater. At the very center is our hero. Battered, bloody and grinning. Very much alive, pretty much A-OK.
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Quoththe RavenMiami, FL FOR REALRegistered Userregular
edited August 2010
i put together a ghetto ass site, it will be updated with more stuff soon
I'm glad this project is in the process of a revival. I always thought it was a really cool idea.
I've still got my Louisiana swamp zombie story. It even had a bit of artwork from JyrenB. I think there's a cover floating around for it, maybe in the thread over in the Artists Corner.
Don't forget that I came up with the name "Sentry Duty," TLB.
I demand phat royalties.
And when we go on press tours I need bottled water in a cooler at all times in my trailer. I could probably also use a personal assistant. Oh and an intern. I need an intern.
And a ghost writer for when I'm too busy with all my other pressing gigs.
I had this simple idea for like a 3 page script that I was gonna write and draw all by myself.
But I'm pretty bad at art. Scratch that. I'm very super ultra bad at art. After one panel of suckiness I decided it was probably just best to not try anymore.
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perhaps I'll throw something together for my script now that the wedding comic is behind me.
or give me a nom de plume that isn't stupid, whatever
that is why you fail
ALSO BUY THE NAME OKAY
quoth you are totally getting some sort of nameplate for your desk for this with a really long title
I will help you for realsies
just write the whole script, page limit be damned, and I'll help you pare it down
http://www.sentryduty.com
don't put the periods in my initials
I ain't use them
I've still got my Louisiana swamp zombie story. It even had a bit of artwork from JyrenB. I think there's a cover floating around for it, maybe in the thread over in the Artists Corner.
I demand phat royalties.
And when we go on press tours I need bottled water in a cooler at all times in my trailer. I could probably also use a personal assistant. Oh and an intern. I need an intern.
And a ghost writer for when I'm too busy with all my other pressing gigs.
De-Nile
It is an American Samoa quarter
deal w/ it
I had this simple idea for like a 3 page script that I was gonna write and draw all by myself.
But I'm pretty bad at art. Scratch that. I'm very super ultra bad at art. After one panel of suckiness I decided it was probably just best to not try anymore.
so far we got
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