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[grant]

Howdy

I'm here to find an artist.

I currently have two completed short stories that I would very much like to submit to the Space Oddities thread here at Millar World.
Both are four pages in length, science fiction orientated and feature unfortunate twist endings for their unlucky protagonists.

If you have a dark sense of humour and need a script like I need an artist then let me know.

The first story - 'All the way down' is the story of an unlucky young man who, after having a slight misunderstanding on board a Stellar Cruise ship with a Post-Trans Gender lady/gentleman of dubious virtue, is jettisoned out into the void of space in an escape pod two sizes too small.

The Second story - 'Shitty Max' tells the sorry story of an evil geriatric scientist in the year 2060. Isolated and disgusted by society he has built a machine that will imbue him with the strength of a Superman so he can destroy Earth.

[grant]

I just want to be clear that the brief synopsis for both stories do not contain the twist endings.
I should say that I have no specific art style in mind so...It's open to anybody.

It's very lonely in this thread.

[O.S. Georg]

Hi.
I'm not an artist (sorry) but I can give you some tips, though!
Your stories seem fine enough, but my experience tells me that it’s unlikely that an artist will reply, though.
DON’T DESPAIR!
This is merely because so many people keep posting the same kind of thing you’re posting here. I been said time and again, but the number of writers far outnumber the artists. I’ve found that the best thing to do is to try and find an artist you like, and ask him/her if they’re interested in collaborating. You’re far more likely to succeed that way.

Also, rumor has it that the Space Oddities is more or less dead, so don’t count on it. However there are a lot of other venues that’ll accept your short stories. Most however require that you have an artist attached, I found one that didn’t, but I forgot the name.
Hope it helps, and in any case, welcome to Millarworld!

[James L. Sarandis]

Arf a mo' lemme get out this tried an true nugget of info:

Hey bud,

I'm going to give you a bit of advice, that has always been useful to me, show don't tell. You might have the best idea in the world, you might have the pitch that makes every publisher fight tooth and nail to sign you up, but neither of these matter to an artist. The artist wants to see the script.

You may be thinking 'everyone hates reading scripts', which is largely true but in reading your script they get to see things like:

1. How well do you grasp the basics like spelling, grammar, page layout, and panel content?
2. Do you lay out everything to the smallest detail like Allan Moore or just provide a basic framework more a kin to Stan Lee? (Different artists like different things.)
3. Is your dialog witty?
4. Do you use juxtaposition?
5. Is there humor?
6 Etc. etc.

You don't have to throw the whole script up here but give them something, because why should they trust you? They don't know you.

Hope that helps.

[grant]

Thanks for the advice James.
Here is one of the scripts as advised.



Shitty Max

Page One
Panel One:
Close on a T.V screen.
A quiz show plays. A man in his early twenties is strapped to a chair; he is smiling and enjoying himself because he is on T.V. (He looks like a total cunt)
The chair is inside a big Perspex box which is connected to a tunnel with six removable barriers spaced throughout its length leading to another Perspex box containing a hungry, furious, rabid grizzly bear.

Game show host: You’re down to six barriers for this round Ricky but you’re only eight more rounds away from winning two thousand credits!

Ricky: YEAH!

Panel Two:
Close on a cross section of Dr Sigmund’s frowning face – Tiny eyes magnified by thick glasses, bushy grey eyebrows and forehead all illuminated in the glow of the T.V
We hear the remote control click as he changes the channel.

T.V: News Corps 5, Live, here at ticket King where fans of the pop sensation hermAPHRODITE have been queuing for more than two days.

Panel Three:
Close on the T.V screen.
A young woman in a tiny bikini stands in front of a banner for the show – JungleKill4Freedom–
(Black words on an army camo background)

Woman: Six convicted killers
One Jungle full of guns
Monday mornings just got better
Coming this...

(The remote control clicks)

Panel Four:
Same image as Panel Two only now Dr. Sigmund is boiling with rage.

Game show host: You only have one barrier remaining Ricky

Bear: (Roars)

Ricky: YEAH!


Panel Five:
Wide profile shot of Dr Sigmund kicking in the front of the T.V screen
He is short and old and wears nothing but a long dirty lab coat, blue Y front pants and thick brown boots.

Game show host: Ok Ricky, question Six.
What is 7+10?

Ricky: YEAH!

Dr. Sigmund ENOUGH!!

Panel Six:
Dr. Sigmund stands over the T.V pointing a finger down at it and yelling

Dr. Sigmund: That does it; that seals the deal! You’re all idiots!
Mindless, bumbling fools!
I’m the only sane person left on Earth aren’t I?
AREN’T I!?

Page Two
Panel One:
Dr. Sigmund stands with his back to us clutching his hands together and staring at a large machine hidden under a blue tarpaulin sheet.

Dr. Sigmund: It had to be given a lot of thought but I’ve known for a long time what needs to be done.
I have spent over ten years of my life on the problem but now IT’s ready.
My machine is ready.

Panel Two:
Dr. Sigmund pulls the tarpaulin away revealing the machine underneath. It looks like a D.I.Y man sized teleporter

Dr. Sigmund: This machine will alter me on the molecular level.

Panel Three:
Close on Dr. Sigmund switching the machine on.

Dr. Sigmund: I’ll be able to fly, to breath in space.
It will make me more powerful than an Atom bomb

Panel Four:
Full figure shot of Dr. Sigmund and the powered up machine with all its flashing lights

Dr. Sigmund: I’m going out into the void of space to find the biggest asteroid I can and then I’m going to throw it as hard as I can at this shithole. Sanity will be restored on Earth.
(Dr. Sigmund’s door bell rings)

Page Three
Panel One:
Dr. Sigmund stands holding his door open staring at a fat pizza delivery man in his mid thirties holding a pizza box with the face of a smiling Alsatian on it. His clothes are stained with sweat, he grins a dopey grin.

Delivery guy: One cheese and dog pizza, extra Large.
That’s 15 credits...

Dr. Sigmund: I used to work for the Government.
I’m a scientist damn it, there’s no time for pizza! Practise is what I require.
Genocide isn’t something you just jump into.

Delivery guy: Genocide? I love that show, are you going to be...

Dr. Sigmund: What’s 10 + 7?

Panel Two:
Same image as Panel one. The delivery guy stares up at the ceiling lost in thought as Dr. Sigmund casually takes a handgun from his lab coat pocket

Delivery guy: Um...

Panel Three:
Again, same shot. Dr. Sigmund shoots the delivery guy point blank in the chest

Panel Four:
Dr. Sigmund closes the door behind himself holding the smoking gun by his side

Dr. Sigmund: That was a good warm up

Page Four
Panel One: Dr. Sigmund throws the gun away as he stands inside his machine

Dr. Sigmund: I’m ready
Hehn, heh...
Ha! I’m actually going to do it.

Panel Two:
Close on Dr. Sigmund pushing the “on button”



Panel Three:
He is bathed in a deep red light and electricity courses through him like a tesla coil

Dr. Sigmund: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Earth – prepare to meet the architect of your destruction!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Panel Four: Dr. Sigmund is lost in a cloud as the machine overloads and fries itself.

Panel Five:
(Split into four columns with the same image repeated) Dr. Sigmund has been transformed into a small goldfish with eyebrows and flaps around on the floor gasping for air

Fin.

Edited by grant, 25 May 2012 - 12:09 PM.