The Wild Seven

The Seven Character Story Treatment assignment seemed perfect for using the class’s various characters. Classic teamup movies where wildly different characters must form a cohesive whole is also such a common trope, so this just seemed too perfect to pass up.

 

 

The job was impossible, steal the entire wealth of the Quinada gang from right under their noses. The same Quinada gang that had just wiped out an entire U.S. infantry base for that same wealth barely two months ago. Who had brought them together, none were certain, but each had gotten a letter telling them just what they needed to hear to get them on the job.

Kyle Masala, an ex soldier in the army who knew many of the men the Quinada gang killed who wants to see their spirits put to rest.

Jacali, the Apache tribe who can guide the group to the Quinada gang’s holdout to briefly get away from her husband and because the mysterious benefactor promised protection from U.S. encroachment for her tribe.

“The Unexpected Gun”, the son of a sheriff who secretly helps his father take down criminals, despite nobody knowing he’s the fastest gun in the west, the letter was explicitly addressed to him to heed the call and reclaim the gold.

Merrel Shale, the gambler who could stay calm in any situation. This endeavour was sold to him as the biggest gamble of his life, enough gold to set him for life, and all he had to do was get the group in.

Andy Slupek, the bank robber. Despite eluding the bounty hunters seeking the fortune put on his head, the same letter that found everyone else found him as well. The greatest heist in history, making even the sum on his head seem paltry in comparison.

Agnus, a bar tender out to save her bar from debt, when she overheard the group talking about their big plan, she gave them a simple ultimatum, cut her in on the deal, or the gossip wheel would start churning.

Richard Crawlston, a gaunt old undertaker who arrived with no letter, but a derringer and a carriage big enough for the seven of them.

Together, they form the Wild Seven, to clash with the Quinada gang is their destiny.

Space Reclamation

So foreword here to explain, this story is going to be for the assignment “Different Point Of View – Same Place”. Which says to write out a movie scene from a different character’s point of view. Well since we need to do have our characters intersect with other characters, I thought this would be cool to warp a bit and instead of doing a movie scene, I’d use another classmate’s story (In this case, it is my radioshow group mate’s intro story for his character Donnie Rejj,

Cyborg Space Cowboy… I couldn’t resist.

. The idea being how would a sci fi rendition of my character go about his business upon arriving at the scene. I figured in the vastness of space, where a single man can be hard pressed to be noticed, to keep up his mortuary mystery he’d need to be part of a bigger mysterious organization that can have myths around it.

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Each step Crawlston took deeper into the station caused thicker and thicker fog to condense on his facemask’s eye lenses until they were little more than white plates. Unlike the miners who had uneasily greeted him at the air lock, his enviro-suit was visibly archaic, using materials and technology not seen on a modern suit in dozens of years with a gaunt, almost skull-like facemask that looked like something warriors of the Great War would’ve worn millenia ago on Earth. It lacked the modern conveniences of the miner’s suits like naturally fog resistant glass, even so, he seemed unphased by the near opaque wall of condensation on the lenses as he purposefully strode into the empty facility. Only a hand torch he carried with him lit the dank interior of the building. Despite protocol being for a miner to escort him to the bodies, none volunteered and instead all skulked around the ship they arrived on, talking to each other on private comms channels that Richard was unable to tune into.

Crawlston already knew where his objectives were to be located and went directly to his first task. It was said to be a bar,  but Crawlston had seen drug dens with more style and character than it. A barren room of steel walls that reflected his torch’s light wherever he showed it and beaten up, semi rusty stools greeted him, but he ignored them all, instead instantly locking his vision on the giant concrete slab that served as the bar’s counter, where a man was slumped over, almost like a drunkard save for the rouge pool that was spread out on the counter and dribbling down thru the grated floor.

Without wasting a moment, Crawlston approached the corpse, finally taking a moment to clear the dog from his lenses before bending over to inspect the body.

“Incision, base of skull, two point one centimeters wide, five point eight centimeters deep. Severance of spinal chord likely cause of death”

Nobody was around to hear him, but the auto-mnemonic  electronics device implanted into his skull immediatly recorded all of his statements for later study. He reached into a pocket on one of his hips and pulled out six circular pads, each about the size of his palm and the thickness of a  bottlecap. With practiced hands he applied a disk to each limb, the man’s back, and the man’s head. Upon placing the final one, all six lit up red and a shimmering field encased the dead barkeeper. With a casual wave of his hand, the six pads started humming and lifted the barkeeper from his slouch, gently leaning him back into a reclining position. Where the blood had been slowly oozing out the back of his neck and his mouth, it had ceased within the field. Another hand wave as he walked out of the bar and the dead man started drifting towards him as he made his way to his ship.

Beyond the airlock, the miners were still standing glumly around, mutely refusing to lift their heads to look at the undertaker or his freshest charge. They all knew the procedure in the event of deaths such as these, up high sends an undertaker, body disappears, nobody speaks of it or else ‘accidents’ happen. Once the man was gone, they’d get life support back on and a new engineer and barkeeper would be sent out. The less they thought about it, and the less they questioned it, the better.

The body gently floated up the ramp to Crawlston’s ship as Crawlston watched. Once it was securely on board, he turned around and walked back in to find his next objective, a Mister Danny.

Week in Review 8

So it was nice having it easy for the past two weeks, the radioshow ended up being fun to do with others and while it did take up a fair bit of time during Spring break, it still left plenty of time to relax. I didone of the dailycreates around the same time which left me with nothing to do this week which felt sort of odd. I’m ready to start revving back up for next week now though! I thought it’d be easy to get a lot of comments this week since everyone has radioshows, but sadly not many seem to have put them up yet so I’m mostly just commenting on dailycreates this week it seems.

Here’s my radioshow week 2 post and both my dailycreates. Side note, I love the band Faun, so glad Friday’s dailycreate allows me to mention it!

It…Is…Done!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It…Is…Done!

The Tombcast Radioshow with Mason, Josh, and myself is complete! I had my worries about having enough content for the entire block, and was sort of dreading it at first, but once we got down to the actual recording of it, it was fairly fun to just talk about our characters and what inspired them. It ended up being pretty easy to fill out the time block and there even needed to be a fair bit of trimming since we discussed so much other stuff as well. Before recording we came to the agreement that it’d be sort of talk-showy, focused on discussing the class itself (and the characters we had made in particular). Josh used recording software to capture our conversation over skype, and we had to make several takes of some things like intros and exits. With the exception of me having connectivity issues during one day of recording, things went smoothly, and I was able to make clips of what I had needed to say to add in via editing later. I have to give a lot of credit to Josh because he really got the ball rolling and got us to do it over Spring break when we had plenty of time instead of waiting until the last minute and such. Anyhow, hope you enjoy Tombcast!

Week 7 in review

So last week was a tough week. Breaking my leg on Wednesday kind of overwhelmed all other school work I was doing and Week 6 ended up getting literally nothing except a single daily create on tuesday, but I’m back now, and with all of week 7 nicely completed! I’ve gotten more comfortable with Audacity and I sorta had fun making the tombcast poster. Anything involving listening to music I love is also alright in my book, so even though I made a fool of myself ‘singing’ to sympathy for the devil, I still had fun doing it. Anyhow, here’s my work. Side note, I just realized I didn’t actually upload the picture alongside my response to Thursday’s daily create, oops! here it is anyway.

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Poor singing of The Rolling Stones Sympathy For The Devil

Come listen to Tombcast Radio!

Radioshow prep

Buy saddles today! Radio commercial

A Friendly Talk With The Sheriff Starring Mr. Crawlston

Poor singing of The Rolling Stones Sympathy For The Devil

 

So most of this song is pretty understandable, but there were three parts that got me for a long time while listening to this, “made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands, sealed his fate” I always heard “Pilate” as “pilot”, “When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank” I always heard as “and the grand charade”, and “who killed the kennedies, when after all it was you and me” I always heard as “when after all it was U.M.E.” All three seem pretty non sensical. I used  Audacity and mixed my voice over top of the regular song playing.

Come listen to Tombcast Radio!

tombcast

Tombcast Radio is coming to a station near you! Featuring Mason, James and Josh, this half hour block about DS106 and the West will be a knock-your-hat-off good time! We will be conversing, sharing jokes, facts, and anecdotes for the entire block with sound effects. Get ready!

 

So the poster for the Tombcast was pretty simple, since tombstones are already a sort of iconic thing of the west and our radioshow’s name is riffing off it a bit, it only makes sense to have the poster contain a tombstone. The fist kind of makes calls to several things, youth revolution, pop culture, partying, and a never-stay-dead attitude like that of the wild west. Used MS Paint for all of it.

Radioshow prep

So we’re going to have to make a radioshow soon, and I think I’ve got a pretty good start on it. I’m pretty happy with the first commercial I made, and hopefully I can expand on my Mortician’s story to make it something worthy of the radioshow timeblock. I also made a poster for the Tombcast. We’ve discussed tombcast

meeting on xbox live to do recordings because they wish to use sound effects taken from some games. I am slightly worried about what we’re exactly going to do, we’re kinda split between doing a bit of a talk show sort of thing, or a comedic radio play. I think the thing we’re all worried about is how to make enough content for the whole time period. The group seems cool though and after this project is over I’ll have a couple more people to play xbox 1 games with!

Buy saddles today! Radio commercial

Used Audacity alongside a script to make a radio commercial themed for the old west for saddles. I took Aerosmith’s “Back In The Saddle” and using Audacity looped the intro until the very end of the commercial at which point I added the fitting vocals from the song.

A Friendly Talk With The Sheriff Starring Mr. Crawlston

 

Pretty quick and easy, I created a short script and went through it. I tried my best to have different accents, but after several tapings I still realize that both characters sound similar. I took several sounds from freesound.org to help fill it out more and mixed them together via audacity.

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s a short story of Mr Crawlston being detained by the sheriff because of the many suspicious townsfolk, while being interrogated, Mr. Crawlston mysteriously frees himself and manages to play a trick on the sheriff without even noticing, and leaves the sheriff’s office with the mystery still in the air