Posted: 9/9/2008 9:01:02 PM EDT
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I am planning on doing a short SHTF vid, or series of vids. ill probably post them on youtube. What I need from you: a plot. I live near Colstrip, MT. In Colstrip, there is a huge power plant. uses coal. Google it. I'm thinking something like "Red Dawn". The only problem is, I don't have many friends (if any) that will help me. They all live in town and arent SHTF people. So, it will be done by myself. I'm kind of worried it wont be "active" enough and won't be much dialogue. But, we'll see. Thanks for the help! Oh and if you want, a story line would be awesome too, like give me a guide, so to say. |
| Hmmm.... wanna work in a few examples of enviro-hyprocrasy into your story? FLY ASH from a coal furnace contains FAR more uranium pollution than the exhaust from any modern nuclear plant! |
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Okay. A little plot teaser scenario for you, please expand upon it freely. CHAPTER 1: The Day Colstrip stood still. One day, Joe (on his way to work at the power plant, of course) glances out of his large SUV and spots what appears to be a large incoming flock of birds. With much horror, Joe realizes these are no mere birds...as the harpy like shrieks of impending doom rip through his ears with such terrifying intensity, that it could only be rivaled by his 7.1 channel THX certified home theater room (Volume set to "3"). Joe furiously mashes the gas pedal down on his SubExpediTursion (12 gallons per mile) as the unnatural and not of this earth carrion slurping THINGS swoop down on his hapless vehicle. "Damn," mutters Joe as his SlimJim topples haphazardly from his over-sized cup holder into parts unknown. "I'll...I'll never see my SlimJim again...ever," and with that a cold and steely determination blossomed in Joe's man breasts. "Damn the horror...IT IS PAYBACK TIME! SHOCK AND AWE, BABY! TIME FOR 'OL PAINLESS! OH YEAH, OH YEAH!" Joe reaches confidently behind his seat, past the Hello Kitty toddler booster and into his CRYE Multi-Cam BOB. He withdraws his Bushmaster M4orgery, and most assuredly places the selector on fire. With a steady whir, the retractable moon-roof locks into the open position. "Bring it you other world space goblins...BRING IT!" They do. A squadron of unspeakable flying death hurtles at Joe's carbon monoxide spewing wheeled death-mobile. Blood curdling shrieks of disdain, malice and utter contempt resonate though Joe's body. Joe initiates contact. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM! Joe's shots ring loud and true striking each one of the flying harbingers of doom, center of mass. But to avail, Joe realizes it was completely ineffective. The 1/9 twist barrel coupled with his selection of M855 ammunition proves completely ineffective, and Joe hurls the weapon defiantly at his attackers. "SHOULD HAVE GOT A COLT! It has a 1/7 twist!" Next time, mused Joe, he would be better prepared. It was then Joe had the first opportunity to clearly identify his incoming assailants. Initially a unidentified pinkish blur swooped down towards Joe's head. But it did not strike. Instead it slowed down and matched speed on the driver's side of Joe's M.A.V. Joe heard it first before he could identify in his mind what he was really seeing. "CHAAAAAAAANGEEEE," CHAAAAAAAAANGE," it howled, yet also chanted. The pink bird was not of an avian nature, but equine. A pink horse took form, with a single large silver horn protruding from his noble head. "A unicorn?" gulped Joe. Indeed, the unicorn was now effortlessly maintaining stride with Joe, it's glittery prancing hooves never striking the ground. Joe looked up towards the rider, but paused as his eyes locked on the saddle blanket. SmartCar was emblazoned on the side, along with HARVARD ALUMNI and ZERO EMISSIONS VEHICLE. A chill went up Joe's spine. Glitter, pixie dust, and unrefined sugar granules exited the unicorn's hind quarters, like a swirling cloud of warm fuzzies. "I guess, it's not truly zero emissions after all," muttered Joe. Joe realized it was time for some BIG MEDICINE as he reached beneath his legs and under his seat. The reassuring lump of plastic and Teutonic steel filled his grip. "BITTER! BITTER!" howled the rider of pink uncertainty. Joe heard the rider's Birkenstock sandals flap menacingly in the wind. The rider extended a manicured claw and pointed at Joe. "CHAAAAAANGEEEE!" it hissed. "It's time," mused Joe..."It's go time,". The driver side window deliberately slid down... CHAPTER 2: HK. Because you suck. And we hate you. To be continued... |
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Hmmm.... wanna work in a few examples of enviro-hyprocrasy into your story? FLY ASH from a coal furnace contains FAR more uranium pollution than the exhaust from any modern nuclear plant! That just happened around here a week or so ago. |