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HUNGER: Story TreatmentHungerHUNGER: Story Treatment
A laconic truck driver transports a strangely valuable corpse across a famine-stricken country where cannibalism has become a commodity.
Hunger is a 20 page manga-styled horror one-shot, suitable for publication in an anthology, contest or short webcomic serialization.
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SPENCE An emaciated, dead-eyed bishounen in his late twenties. A laconic truck-driver who devotes himself to his job. He despises transporting corpses for Georges but sees no other way to feed his family. He has seen a lot of ghosts in the cab of his truck.
GEORGES A mysteriou
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Jitters“Sir, let me tell you something. They fart.”Jitters
“What?”
“They fart. Our guys confirmed it from some captives. How about that?”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Tom.”
“They fart. You know, flatulence. Beef. They expel waste methane through a sphincter.”
“I know what a god damned fart is. What the hell’s your problem?”
“I’m just trying to help, sir. You know how you used to imagine that everyone in the room is naked? Like that. Just look at them across the table and think to yourself: these guys fart, too.”
“Jesus, Tom. That’s the last thin
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No Time Like Planck TimePhoton’s existence was awesome.No Time Like Planck Time
Forget electrons (sorry conformist bastards), shackled by their precious electric charge to whatever bloated particle conglomeration happened by. Forget those cowardly neutrinos (they only wish they could move at c). Photon was elementary. Photon was a priori. Photon didn’t need to deal with this shit.
The gentle gravitational curve of spacetime stretched out before it, buzzing and popping with the energy of a trillion lesser particles. Photon blasted past them all. c wasn’t just a pretty letter. c was Photon. Photon was c. The oscillating wails of jilted particles faded relativistical
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Bad Death of Saalia HendykerThe deep orange of a dying Socorran sun reflected and glinted off of the obsidian-black sand of the Doaba Badlands. It also glinted off the body of the speeder cruising back from the Vakeyya annual fair, towards a ranch house near the edge of the wilderness. At its controls was Torill Hendyker. Torill Hendyker had spent the last seven years of his life as a normal (if somewhat affluent) husband and sometimes-writer for the local newsnets; now in his late 30’s, he appeared to be a made-rich, half-retired man returning to his home planet to raise a family.Bad Death of Saalia Hendyker
For the previous ten- a fact which he tells only those who need to know- he
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- Current Residence: Tejas
- Interests: World of Warcraft, Japan, anime, various unremarkable geekery, gin and tonics, writing, sleep
- Favourite movie: The Maltese Falcon, Memento, Lost in Translation, Ocean's Eleven, Some Like It Hot
- Favourite band or musician: The Pillows, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Flogging Molly, Cake, Gorillaz, Jpop, indie hip-hop, jazz piano
- Favourite artist: Hajime Ueda, Kio Shimoku, Tsutomu Nihei, Yoshitoshi aBe
- Favourite poet or writer: Patrick O'Brian, Umberto Eco, Raymond Chandler, Jonathan Lethem, China Mieville
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- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Website: http://www.artificinate.com
- Email: formerlywu@gmail.com
- AIM: formerlywu
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