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I treat Craig like shit with my scripts. It’s a harsh world, I think he likes being abused, so that’s why these scripts are just so bloody abusive.This script is part of a larger script (involving monkey-robots and sea monsters) that was designed to show off Craig's talents. I have some pages somewhere, if I find them I'll share. Oh, by the way, this is a complete joke, you do know that right? This isn't meant to be a sequence that is taken seriously.

Page One:

Panel one:

A planet. Orbiting a red giant Sun. Just within site, maybe inside it’s own panel within the main panel, is a rocket launching, just reaching escape velocity out of the atmosphere of the planet. The rocket should be ornate looking. Holy.

Panel two:

The rocket is far away now, but still within view.

Panel three:

The planet begins to shake. Maybe debris begins to slowly lift off the surface, arching out into space slowly.

Panel four:

The rocket pushes onward. Toward points unknown.

Panel five:

The entire planet breaks apart and a tidal wave of energy, debris, and whatever flies forward. Meanwhile, on the front of the rocket, a spark of energy belches out from the antenna at the front of the ship, and a pool of white light forms, a portal…

Panel six:

The rocket passes through the swirling white void, and it closes up completely, debris shooting past it.

Page Two:

Panel one:

A man is smoking on what looks to be the top of a mountain, stars visible all around him. Maybe we only see from his torso upwards. He’s just sitting. He’s actually in space. On a meteorite. Dressed as the gay police man from The Village People. He’s listening to his MP3 player. (Arrow points to headphones ((Reuben – Racecar Is Racecar Backwards – Track 03 – Let’s Stop Hanging Out)). I’ve wanted to do this in TLC, but there was never really an opportunity. If you think it could work, then awesome, if not, Nevermind.)

Panel two:

The rocket ZOOMS into frame, the front of the craft appearing from the suddenly pooling white portal that is vanished into earlier. The man is shocked, surprised, he flails about somewhat, arms in the air, trying to move out the way.

Panel three:

We pull back, and we see that he’s on a meteor. He’s looking in the direction of the rocket that’s shot past him.

Panel four:

We spin around, showing he’s upside down on the meteor.

Page Three:

Row one (all very close snippets, bit obscured by the small panels, but we get a picture of what’s going on) has six panels.

Panel one:

Hand behind back, over shoulder.

Panel two:

Rifle butt. (we don’t see how massive this gun is yet)

Panel three:

Ammo loaded.

Panel four:

Sight checked

Panel five:

Finger licked.

Panel six:

Finger ran over barrel.

Row two (one panel)

Panel seven:

He aims the weapon. This gun is fucking massive. The barrel is long. Could either be Kirby looking, or sleak and fucking killer.

Row three (one panel):

Panel eight:

The gun ERUPTS, but as we’re in space, the only way we can convey how fucking IMMENSE this weapon is by the massive shell that is thrown into space as it fires out, and the way the recoil sends the gun upwards, and nearly knocking the hat off the shooter. Maybe his hat’s on a string and it flies back but is caught around his neck.

Page Four:

Panel one:

The bullet, the size of your fist, building velocity as it shoots toward the rocket, is spinning and speeding toward the rocket. We see the planets around, in the distance, but in the distance, where the rocket is heading, is Earth.

Panel two:

The bullet tears through the rocket, is simply tears into it, and the metal of the ship spirals together at the force of the impact.

Panel three:

The Village Person smiles as he watches through his sight.

Panel four:

He swings his weapon on his back. The weapon could be twice the size of him, depending on how you’ve decided to draw it.

Panel five:

He stands up.

Panel six:

He presses a button on his wrist and begins to fade out, his body vanishing in a spiral of light.

Caption: Wanker.

(Bonus, sketches! Not by me. Duh.)