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GRENADEMAN

HMM…UPON EXAMINATION OF THE SURROUNDING BUILDINGS, IT APPEARS THAT THERE ARE LITTLE OR NO DEFENSES. A SIMPLE DIRECT ASSAULT SHOULD BE SUFFICIENT. 

Five security guards open the door to one of the buildings next to the fence. They don’t look happy.

Henchman #1

Hello there. What’s this? 

Henchman #2

Seems to be some kind of super hero.

Henchman #1

Super hero eh? Looks more like Tack man.

 

Henchman #3

I’ve got a bulletin. 

Henchman #4

News flash, there’s a guy with a thumbtack on his head that’s about to get the crap beaten out of him.

 

GRENADEMAN

FEAR OH FORCES OF EVIL! WOE UNTO YOU AS I LIFT THIS MIGHTY HAND GRENADE INTO THE AIR 

Henchman #1

Woe be unto you as I take my Glock 22 and lift it into the air and cock it like so. 

GRENADEMAN

AND TOSS IT AT THE FORCES OF EVIL 

Henchman #2

Wait a minute, aren’t these guys usually bullet proof? 

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GRENADEMAN

YES INDEED CITIZENS, I AM MAKING MY ESCAPE FROM THIS LAIR OF MENTAL HEALTH, OFF AND YONDER TO STOP THE INSIDIOUS CHICKENMASTER AND HIS FOUL MINIONS FROM DESTROYING ALL WE HOLD DEAR. 

SECURITY GOON #1

Someone’s gotta turn the volume down on this guy. 

SECURITY GOON #3

Maybe we can get him to take some valium. Hey, where’s he going! 

GRENADEMAN

TALLYHO!

Grenademan tosses an explosive grenade that blows off the bars on one of the windows. He leaps out of it.

SECURITY GOON #2

I really don’t want to write the report up on this one, do you? 

SECURITY GOON #1

Nope-but we already called the cops. You going after him? 

SECURITY GOON #2

No way.

The doors in the hallway begin to open. The inmates look at the hole in the barred window. Dozens of them begin to run for the hole in the wall. The Security goons panic and run away. 

EXT. KENSINGTON RESEARCH FACILITY - NIGHT

Grenademan drives up on a motorcycle.

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SECURITY GOON #1

There he is!

 

SECURITY GOON #2

Get im! 

Frank ducks back inside and closes the closet.

INT. CLOSET – NIGHT

He looks at the mask again. He puts it on. The guards bust the door open.

SECURITY GOON #1

He’s got that stuff-holy cow! He’s armed to the teeth!

The Security goons scatter back around the corner of the hall. 

SECURITY GOON #1

Somebody call the cops! 

SECURITY GOON #3

Already did, they’re on their way. 

GRENADEMAN

YO HO! FORSOOTH, WHAT WHAT TALLYHO AND ALL THAT, FOR BEHOLD AND THEREUNTO AND SUCH YAY VERILY, BEHOLD AND MARKED WITH WHAT AND WITH WHAT UNTO THE BOLD BEYOND.

INT. HALL IN THE ASSYLUM - NIGHT

SECURITY GOON #1

What the heck was all that? 

SECURITY GOON #2

You mean besides complete garbledygook…I think he’s trying to sound superher-GRENADE!

The goon points to a grenade skittering across the floor.

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Voice #2

Shame? 

Voice #1

This one showed so much promise. 

Voice #2

The only promise this one shows is that he’s going to be here for a very long time.

Frank sits alone in his cell for a few seconds. There is perfect silence, followed by the occasional moaning, punctuated by more silence. Frank sees that they left the mask inside of the cell.

Frank looks at the door and then looks at the mask.

Frank gets a look of determination on his face and pretends to be asleep. Eventually the door opens and a caretaker comes in to get the mask.

SECURITY GOON #1

What idiot left this in here? Hey you, get up. The doc wants to see ya.

Frank springs up and slams into the guard, overpowering him. He runs out of the open door.  Frank runs into a hall in the sanitarium. An alarm is sounding; Frank enters a closet market, “Storage”. Several workers come by looking for him.

INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

Frank enters the closet and cuts the straightjacket tie on a ragged piece of shelving. He spots his personal effects.

INT. HALL IN ASSYLUM - NIGHT

Frank emerges dressed as Grenademan, sans the mask. 

Frank

If I put it on….I may never come back out again.

Several large looks security goons come in and move toward him. Frank tosses a grenade at them but forgets to pull the pin.

The Process by Day

Lest I forget, I'm writing my notes down.  Obviously, this will not always match up exactly, but I want to try it at least...All of these assume I already have an idea but given that the good ideas list is up to 40, that's not that hard.

Week 1
Day 1- Determine target audience...different magazines have different standards and even within the same genre little things can matter
Day 2 - Map out major story points, character etc
Day 3- Develop backstory/universe
Day 4- Write first paragraph
Day 5- Refine Day 1-4

Week 2
Write Story

Week 3
Day 1 Do basic pass
Day 2 Poetry pass
Day 3 Grammar check
Day 4 Tenses/Common Words/Who am I?
Day 5 Dialog check

Writing Progress

Have had a few set backs on writing.  Lost my notebook, and the first story I started with, "Making Hitler" involves time travel and Nazis, which are hard for me to write, but it was a request so I am still going to finish it.

But I am starting the "industrial" part from scratch to try and get the rhythm right.  Even if it doesn't quite work I will adjust the process accordingly. 

At a high level, I want to do the prework the first week, the bulk writing the second, and the first edit pass the third.  Then I bury it for three months and do another edit pass.

It does mean choosing structures  that can be written in a week, 2500-5000 words but doesn't account for writer's block.

We'll try it first with the first story from my ideas list,"Becoming a Demon"

Eating the Seed Corn

Performed by Matt Franklin, Written by T.C. Ricks

Written for the 500 monthly writing site.

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[500] Nickelodean Discordian

For "This Too Shall Pass" in December by T.C. Ricks Hello. And welcome to the Basalt Causality Generator Attraction. Please relax and strap yourselves in. By harnessing the singularity inside of a black hole and tapping into a local super string, we here at Basalt enterprises allow you to experience the full cat of the rectangle eating pizza. The forthrightness of the meaty hand that feeds the kittens with great tenderness upon the frothy beards of giant feet tickling the rectangles of the nectar of nighttime gods eating the things no man could comprehend from beyond the ninth winter wall of breakneck speeds into an alley from which no return was possible, the second time around. Do not be alarmed as this can cause headaches of the fourth and red lightning striking the stroke of midnight which streams with bleeding pain into the cobwebs of sorrow as they adroitly down the stone wall to a firm granite foundation of gelatin sold in Popsicle form by the rappist who rhymes with the music only hearable by the slithering snake among the stars of dimensions uncounted, behold the sky parting, behold the peeling back of time to reveal that which must not be known and cannot be remembered; words without meaning and stakes of all things unmentionable, unspeakable, not horror but a perfect sanity, the perfect understanding and reversal of entropy, that horrible eternity, the static spiritual equinox of balance and chi, the nightmare of heaven and paradise and the absolute understanding that justice is absolute and meaningless before the throne of the wrong God unspeakable in its nameless name pounding off every atom in all of creation in every world or shadow of worlds which cannot exist yet do between the electrons, perceived in the nameless dark of every child's bed on which the kinky kinking of twisted seduction beyond the travesty that is innocence can no longer reveal the ignorance of chained tomes that are made of flesh and bone that rot in the ground untouched beyond time and beyond the stasis which only things from beyond the curtain of reality can ignore, that flat thing we call our world that is no more than a thin disincorporated shadow on the plethora of wisps without shame or number in the tesseract unending ever bending of the things unseen by all but the third eye, which even now is blinded by truths for which not only words can not be formed, but are prevented from forming by their mere existence snuffing out the synapses of any lesser being that dare prethinking them before they even thank you for trying out our attraction. While you are here, don't forget to try the devolution chamber and the ring toss. Remember, if you get a hundred tickets, you can have a small stuffed animal. If you get a thousand tickets, you can get your very own giant panda (stuffed). Have a pleasant evening. The exit is to your left. Come again!

[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 47

Dansen

Some cop you are. Come on, let’s get out of here. You’re being awfully quiet there Captain Cosmos

Smirk

You would be too if your world just turned upside down. 

The two cops take Frank away in the squad car.

INT. FRED’S HOUSE – NIGHT

Fred turns around and sees his wife and children there looking very upset and angry. Fred hangs his head and sighs.

INT. PADDED CELL - NIGHT

Frank is inside a Padded Cell again and in a straight jacket. Doctors can be heard talking outside of the cell.

Voice #1

Goodnight Dr. Noble, we’ll resume counseling in the morning. It’s good to have you back. 

Voice #2

I always knew he was crazy, just pretending to be sane/ 

Voice #1

Yes, it seems you were right. 

Voice #2

Darn right I was. Nobody ever listens to me. Even though I’m the one that works with them all day. I’m the one that can see that little cackle in their eyes, the way it gleams. 

Voice #1

Yes, well it does seem that sadly, this time you were right. What a shame. 

Voice #2

Shame? 

Grenademan Vs the Zombies Chapter 2 Part 2

By T.C. Ricks, Performed by Matt Franklin

Grenademan sets out to warn the president of the impending Zombie Apocalypse.  But first some shopping!

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Written by T.C. Ricks, Performed by Matt Franklin

Originally written for the http://www.the-five-hundred.com with the prompt of "This Too Shall Pass"...when I started to write what I had in mind...this short piece came out instead.

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Dansen

Actually, if you don’t mind we’d like to-(cont) 

FRED

Get a warrant or talk to my lawyer. Take him away.

Fred goes back inside and slams the door.

Dansen

(cont)

Ask you a few questions.

Smirk

Guess family isn’t what it used to be. 

Dansen

Well, you’ve got to admit, if you had a brother that dressed up in underwear and tossed grenades at people you wouldn’t exactly want them hanging around. 

Smirk

Family is family. Blood is thicker than anything else.  

INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT

Fred is inside watching. Fred frowns.

EXT. FRED’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Dansen

Even the law? 

Smirk

Yup. Even the law.

Dansen

Some cop you are. Come on, let’s get out of here. You’re being awfully quiet there Captain Cosmos

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[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 45

Smirk

We have your brother with us.

Fred opens the door. 

Dansen

Public record listed Dr. Noble being released to your temporary custody several months ago, and we just wanted to see if you had some sort of on-going counseling. 

Frank

Fred, I-don’t know what’s going on. I’ve-something happened to me.

Fred looks shocked for a moment. He looks Frank up and down. He starts looking angry and then spontaneously rushes forward and punches Frank. 

Dansen

Whoa! Hold on there! 

Smirk

That wasn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting. 

Frank

What-why? 

FRED

I saw the whole thing on the news Frank. How DARE you bring this sort of thing to my front door! I’ve got children.

Frank

It’s not exactly like I had a choice, I’m barely remembering who I am. 

FRED

Yes, Frank-you did have a choice. Go away. 

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FRANK

A crime you say? 

OLD MAN

Oh yes! Being committed by the Forces of Evil! 

FRANK

THE FORCES OF EVIL?! 

DANSEN

Those are the guys, yeah. 

FRANK

(puts on his mask)

THEN LET US DEPART! 

Frank charges out of the bank at a full out run. Dansen and Smirk slowly start to follow, obviously in no particular hurry.

DANSEN

Sad.

BANK TELLER

This happens a lot? 

SMIRK

Way too much.

EXT. FRED’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Outside a small house, normal looking yard with a white picket fence. Frank, Dansen and Smirk walk up to the door. Dansen knocks. 

Fred

(through the door)

Hello? 

Dansen

Yes, are you FRED Noble? 

Fred

Yes, that’s correct. What’s the matter officer? 

Part 1 of GMVZ

Is now "in review" at Amazon.  I will post the link when it is available for sale.

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by Emmit Other, Performed by Matt Franklin

An aria of warning to those who find the true meaning of Christmas

Why the other reindeer really bullied

Why the Little Match Girl isn't all that nice

Why the Snowman with the magic hat is a thief and a liar....

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FRANK

Listen-you don’t understand. I don’t get a lot of this, but I know something bad is happening. 

DANSEN

Oh yes, a lot of bad stuff is happening all over the place.  

FRANK

I’ve got to stop it! 

DANSEN

And what would that be? 

FRANK

I can’t. I’m having trouble remembering, It was Dr. Shadows! 

SMIRK

You mean the super hero who’s been dead for 30 years? 

FRANK

But I just saw him! 

SMIRK

Oh really? Wait, you’re a super hero right? 

DANSEN

Huh?

(looks at Smirk)

SMIRK

(Looking back at Dansen)

Bear with me here. 

FRANK

No. I mean yes. I was but I’m not really a super hero. 

SMIRK

That’s a shame, because there’s this crime we need help solving.