INT. VIDEO GAME STORE-DAY
FRANK (20, gangly) stacks video games on a shelf. A CUSTOMER (30, overweight) walks in.
FRANK
Hi, welcome to Gamer’s Heaven. I’m Frank. How may I help you?
CUSTOMER
Where’s your bathroom?
FRANK
Sorry, you have to buy something first.
CUSTOMER
Oh, I just download my video games now. I don’t need the disc anymore.
Frank walks to grab a toy to give to the customer.
FRANK
How about this Lunko Pop toy?
CUSTOMER
Not a fan of Lunko Pops. Can I please just use your bathroom?
FRANK
I said you have to buy something first.
The customer pees his pants.
CUSTOMER
It’s okay, I’ll go now.
The customer leaves as Frank starts to mop up the pee on the floor.
FRANK
I hate it here.
END
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Saturday, June 6, 2020
Hank Hunter Character Bio (IO Class Project)
Hank Hunter is a nerdy young man who works as a TV cameraman for the local TV station Channel 5 in Action City. Hank wants to be famous and wants to do more than be a simple TV cameraman. Hank lives with his wife Liz, Liz’s cousin Darrell and his talking dog named Toby. After he argues with his wife about being jealous of his brother-in-law, who happens to be the Action City police chief, Hank realizes he can gain the fame he always wanted. Hank lives in Action City, where superheroes and super villains are commonplace. Hank, using only his cellphone, films superhero battles and uploads them online. Through his UsVideo channel WonderKid91, his videos go viral.
Hank discovers he’s about to enter the world of superheroes and super villains head on. Not only does he learn a lot about famous superheroes and super villains in Action City, he learns to makes stars of want-a-be superheroes. Hank discovers new upstart superheroes who are seeking fame like him. After encountering Dr. Hurt and his team of super villains, Hank realizes he’s put himself in serious danger. Befriending superheroes and also learning to get along with his brother-in-law Lester, Hank eventually retires from the filming of superhero battles. Hank realizes he has started a trend by inspiring others to seek their own five minutes of fame.
Hank discovers he’s about to enter the world of superheroes and super villains head on. Not only does he learn a lot about famous superheroes and super villains in Action City, he learns to makes stars of want-a-be superheroes. Hank discovers new upstart superheroes who are seeking fame like him. After encountering Dr. Hurt and his team of super villains, Hank realizes he’s put himself in serious danger. Befriending superheroes and also learning to get along with his brother-in-law Lester, Hank eventually retires from the filming of superhero battles. Hank realizes he has started a trend by inspiring others to seek their own five minutes of fame.
The Champ (IO Class Project)
In a locker room backstage at a sports area, an older gruffer male pro wrestler is lacing up his boot when a young rookie wrestler enters the locker room.
ROOKIE
Hey Champ!
The older gruffer male wrestler looks stern as he continues lacing up his boots as the rookie sits across from him.
ROOKIE
Tonight is the night, champ.
The older wrestler finishes lacing his boots and then opens his locker to grab a bottle of booze. The older wrestler takes a sip of booze as the rookie gets up.
ROOKIE
ROOKIE
Hey Champ!
The older gruffer male wrestler looks stern as he continues lacing up his boots as the rookie sits across from him.
ROOKIE
Tonight is the night, champ.
The older wrestler finishes lacing his boots and then opens his locker to grab a bottle of booze. The older wrestler takes a sip of booze as the rookie gets up.
ROOKIE
I take it you talked to Fred right?
The older wrestler puts the bottle of booze back in his locker and places his hand on the rookie’s shoulder.
OLDER WRESTLER
Be careful out there rookie.
ROOKIE
Don’t worry Champ, it’s my night.
In the distance we hear the crowd cheering from outside the locker room. The older wrestler gestures to say you go out first as the rookie exist the locker room. The older wrestler sighs and then does the sign of the cross.
OLDER WRESTLER
Let’s do this.
Now we go back to the locker room after the rookie and the older wrestler finished their match to a sold out crowd. The rookie is feeling pumped and holding the championship belt.
The older wrestler puts the bottle of booze back in his locker and places his hand on the rookie’s shoulder.
OLDER WRESTLER
Be careful out there rookie.
ROOKIE
Don’t worry Champ, it’s my night.
In the distance we hear the crowd cheering from outside the locker room. The older wrestler gestures to say you go out first as the rookie exist the locker room. The older wrestler sighs and then does the sign of the cross.
OLDER WRESTLER
Let’s do this.
Now we go back to the locker room after the rookie and the older wrestler finished their match to a sold out crowd. The rookie is feeling pumped and holding the championship belt.
ROOKIE
It was my night boss. I feel like partying.
OLDER WRESTLER
You do that champ.
The older wrestler grins as the rookie leaves the locker room happy as a clam. The older wrestler then sighs only to drinks from his bottle of booze.
OLDER WRESTLER
My time has come. It’s that punk’s turn now.
END
The Broken Ride (Bucky's Creepypastas)
My friend and I growing up dreamed of doing one thing. Growing up we dreamed of going to SillyLand. One day our parents decided to take us to SillyLand.
SillyLand was an amusement park whose mascot was Giggles the Clown. I was afraid of Giggles the Clown, but my friend loved him. I remember my friend rode a ride called “Giggles Adventure”, which was a dark ride that explains Giggles the Clown’s backstory. After my friend got off the ride, a worker from SillyLand talked to my friend’s parents. Something went wrong on the ride and I never quite knew what happened other than the ride broke down.
After that day in SillyLand, once we got home and back to our normal lives, my friend acted quite differently. For starters, he became a lot funnier and he became the class clown.
As we got older, he grew to have quite the fascination with the founder of SillyLand and the creator of Giggles the Clown, Lenny Walter. Lenny Walter was an animator whose animation studio happened to be located in our hometown. My friend wanted to meet Lenny Walter, but he was heartbroken to learn Lenny passed away years earlier.
After high school, I lost touch with my friend and moved away from our hometown. My friend would later become the owner of SillyLand along with the animation studio founded by Lenny Walter. When my kids wanted to go to SillyLand, I was thrilled, but then my father pulled me aside and told me a secret he had been hiding from me.
My father remembered what the worker at SillyLand told my friend’s parents. My friend died on that ride that day when we were kids. I was confused because my friend was still alive. My father told me it was all in the plan. I asked what plan? The secret my father hid from me was that my friend was replaced with an advanced robot created by the SillyLand Corporation. The robot was reprogramed from an old Giggles the Clown robot from the very ride my friend died on. My father said that my friend’s father worked for the SillyLand Corporation and sacrificed his son for the experiment. I asked my father what experiment? My father told me that the SillyLand Corporation wanted to test if it’s robots can blend into normal society.
The experiment was a success because of my friend. I asked him why did this happen? My father told me this is what Lenny Walter wanted. I thought my Dad was just crazy until I took my kids to SillyLand. One of them got hurt on a ride. My old friend made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. My kids went home happy from SillyLand and I got a replacement for something dear that I lost. Accidents happen.
Hunting In New Hampshire (Bucky's Creepypastas)
My neighbor Roy was an odd fellow. Roy was also a good hunter. After I accidently threw away my son’s art project, I found a journal in the dumpster outside my house. It belonged to my neighbor Roy’s nephew.
We lived in New Hampshire and Roy’s nephew was from out of town. I read the journal to learn that Roy’s nephew visited him for the weekend. I occasionally saw him, but he mostly kept to himself. Roy had a lot of nieces and nephews. They always visited him. As I kept reading the journal, I realized how obsessed with hunting Roy was. In Roy’s nephew’s journal, the last words written were, “Uncle Roy wants to hunt the most dangerous game today”. I had no idea what he meant, but that got me started thinking. Behind Roy’s house was a huge corn field and some days I would hear gunfire. Then it hit me. The most dangerous game Roy was hunting for was men. Roy must have killed his nephew in a hunt in the field. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know if the police would believe me and who knows if this journal is truthful.
A few weeks later, Roy introduced me to another nephew of his, I asked the nephew how are you related to Roy? The nephew said he’s a family friend, but he looked fearful. Roy and the young man went inside his log cabin. I realized that young man was Roy’s next hunt. As much as I wanted to save the young man from certain doom, I was fearful of Roy. We lived in a small town here in New Hampshire and everybody knows everybody. Plus, Roy is the town sheriff and he does a good job at it too. I figured if a man needs a hobby why not let Roy hunt or else, I may become the hunted.
The Goodwill Shoes (Bucky's Creepypastas)
I had a cousin who came from a poor family. His family shopped at Goodwill a lot. My cousin had gotten red shoes from Goodwill. After my cousin had gotten these red shoes from Goodwill he began to change. He would tell me he wanted to do horrible things to people. In fact, I saw him torture a mouse.
I was worried about my cousin. My cousin visited me and said he killed someone. He killed a drifter and he was scared. I asked my cousin what was wrong with him. It was then I realized the red shoes were red with dried blood. The shoes were originally white. Underneath the shoe, written it black marker was the name “Ted Bundy”. We both realized it was the shoes.
Doing more research, we found out the shoes belonged to Ted Bundy, the serial killer. We both realized that was why my cousin changed so much. My cousin tried to take the shoes off but couldn’t. My cousin said to cut off his feet, I said no. We went to our local church and I sprinkled some holy water on the shoes, and they were able to come off.
Unfortunately, cousin wasn’t out of the woods yet. He still killed a man. My cousin was sent to prison for murder and I still write to him. My cousin asked me what happened to the shoes. I then realized we left them at the church. Before I could destroy the shoes, I found out they were donated to Goodwill. Eventually I found out another person bought those shoes. I don’t know who, but it’s probably not going to end well for all parties tied to those shoes.
The Scottie Pippen Curse (Bucky's Creepypastas)
I was a terrible basketball player, but my friend was really good. My friend thought he was the best. My friend told me his secret was a Scottie Pippen trading card he keeps with him at all times. The trading card brings him good luck. Scottie Pippen happened to be our favorite basketball player.
Oddly enough, I barrowed the Scottie Pippen trading card for one day and I beat my friend at a game of basketball. My friend went on to be the best player on my high school team. He even played for the NBA. Yet, when I visited him, he was crying. I asked him as we stood inside his huge mansion, why are you crying?
My friend told me he wishes he could lose at least one game. He was tired of being the best and he told me that the Scottie Pippen trading card is a curse. I said to get rid of the card. My friend said the only way he could get rid of the trading card was to sell his soul to the devil. I thought he was joking at first, but he said that the Scottie Pippen trading card was given to him by a demon. The demon said this trading card would make him the greatest basketball player ever, but if he was to lose the trading card or it were to be destroyed, his soul will belong to the devil.
I said to give me the Scottie Pippen trading card, but he said no. My friend ripped the Scottie Pippen trading card in half. After my friend destroyed the Scottie Pippen trading card, he died. They said his cause of death was a stroke, but I knew otherwise. I knew it was that Scottie Pippen trading card that killed my friend.
A few months after my friend passed away, a student of mine was playing basketball in the schoolyard and he was doing pretty good. I asked him what’s his secret, he said a lucky Scottie Pippen trading card. As much I wanted to warn my student about the dangers, he gotten himself into, I heard an evil voice say, “he’ll learn, the deal is final”. It was after my friend passed away, I realized being the best isn’t really the best thing in the end.
My Family’s Dog Was Odd (Bucky's Creepypastas)
Growing up, our family had an odd dog named Ernie. He rarely barked, hated dog food, and rarely went poop. I remember Ernie’s fur being bright red and we had no idea what breed he was. We got him at a shelter, and he was already full grown. Yet, I don’t remember Ernie aging at all.
My 14th birthday was a day I would never forget. Ernie ran away and I went looking for him. Funny enough, Ernie was a birthday present for my 10th birthday. I looked all over town for Ernie but couldn’t find him. I went into the woods and I finally found Ernie.
I was so happy to take Ernie home, but I was distracted by a UFO in the sky. Then it dawned on me, my dog could be an alien. I always thought Ernie was a bit strange. I guess it was time for Ernie to go back to his real home.
I fled the scene as other dogs who looked like Ernie were gathering at the site of the UFO. As I sobbed on my way home, two government agents came up to me. The government agents said if I tell this story to anyone that I would go to prison for life. Guess where I’m telling this story from? Also no one believes me, will you?
Dawn of The Skull Slasher (Bucky's Creepypastas)
I was told growing up that there was no such thing as monsters. But how wrong I was. Our town has had a string of unsolved murders and the only clue left behind was a picture of a skull. The picture of the skull was the killer’s calling card and the local newspaper called him The Skull Slasher.
Everybody in my town lived in fear of The Skull Slasher and wondered who his next victim would be. My friend said he knew where The Skull Slasher was hiding. Our town has an abandoned auto factory and he said that’s where The Skull Slasher lived. My friend and I went to the abandoned auto factory and discovered that it was indeed the hiding place of The Skull Slasher.
How did we find this out so quickly? Well, it was because my friend’s brother was The Skull Slasher and he wanted me to be his next victim! My friend actually worked alongside his brother The Skull Slasher and he protects his brother’s secret. I ran away with The Skull Slasher chasing behind me.
The Skull Slasher wielded an axe and he was wearing a hooded cloak. During the chase I tripped and hurt my leg. The Skull Slasher tried to kill me, but I fought back. I was able to lower his hood to reveal a face that looked like a skull. The Skull Slasher’s face was burnt to the bone because I would later learn he tripped in an acid tank that burnt his face off.
During our fight, I would find out later, The Skull Slasher knocked me out cold. When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed with a cast on my leg. A police officer was at my bedside waiting to interview me. You would think I would tell him what happen to me, right? I would tell him I was almost killed by The Skull Slasher. I didn’t tell the truth to the police officer. The reason I did not tell that officer was because the officer who interviewed me was the father of The Skull Slasher. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him or anyone again.
I moved far away to a whole other state after that. Oddly enough, I heard that my old friend became a police officer himself in my old hometown. I am guessing that probably explains why The Skull Slasher still hasn’t been caught.
I Can’t Stop Eating (Bucky's Creepypastas)
I went to my high school reunion and I noticed the girl I used to have a crush on in high school wasn’t there. After the reunion, I went to see what happened to Becky Barnes, my old classmate. I discovered through my research that Becky lives in a rundown apartment downtown, so I went to visit her.
Becky, who used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad and one of the most popular girls in high school, was now 780lbs. and she couldn’t get out of bed. The apartment where Becky lived smelled awful and food was everywhere. I asked Beck how she let herself go after high school and she claims she was cursed.
I had forgotten that Becky used to bully the unpopular girls and a lot of them were overweight. One girl, who I had forgotten about, a goth girl who Becky bullied, cursed her. The goth girl uttered “You’ll never be full” and just like that Becky, the thin cheerleader just couldn’t stop eating. Becky told me no matter how much she eats; she never feels full.
After Becky told me her story, she had a heart attack and died right there in her rundown apartment. I tried calling 911, but my cell phone had no signal. So, I ran to one of Becky’s neighbors and shouted, “Call 911!”. The paramedics were unable to revive Becky. I left the building before they removed Becky’s body out of the apartment.
As I was leaving, I remembered the girl who cursed Becky. It was Amanda. In high school Amanda was overweight, but when I saw Amanda at the reunion, she had lost some weight. Could cursing Becky have helped Amanda lose weight? Could they both be normal weight? All I know is that karma is a bitch and it’s probably best not to bully the wrong person.
The Curse of Thor’s Hammer (Bucky's Creepypastas)
I’m a doctor at a mental hospital and I’m reviewing a case study of one of my patients named Alex. Alex tells me he went to his local comic shop one day and he noticed they had a replica of Thor’s hammer for sale. He bought it because it looked so real, so Alex played with it in his basement. When he broke a lamp in his basement with Thor’s hammer, it caused the power to go out in his whole house. He went upstairs to see that his parents were electrocuted like they had been hit by lighting.
The hammer started to glow, and sparks flew out of it. Suddenly, he heard rumblings in his garage. Carrying the hammer, Alex went to the garage to see something he claims he truly couldn’t believe. It was an ugly troll eating his pet cat. Alex hit the troll with Thor’s hammer, and it created three more trolls, great to Alex’s surprise. As Alex was ready to defend himself against the trolls, they all bowed down to him. The trolls told Alex that he was the reincarnation of the mythical Norse god Thor. When he looked in a mirror, he discovered that he had transformed into the mythical god of thunder. Alex now had a dirty red beard and long mangy red hair. Alex also claimed he was dressed like a Viking warrior. The trolls also told Alex it was fate that he would find the hammer and become a god again.
Suddenly memories of a past life that he never knew returned to Alex. Epic battles, friendships he has longed forgotten, and loves he has lost. The next part Alex tells me is that he asked the trolls what should he do now? They said, do whatever you want. So, he tried to bring his parents back to life and when it did not work, the trolls to told him this was all a lie. It turns out Alex wasn’t a young man living in my parents’ basement but was the thunder god being punished for past crimes. When he asked what his past crimes were, the trolls wouldn’t tell him. Alex begged the trolls to tell him.
I had to be the one to tell him that there were no trolls, that he killed his parents in a fit of rage with the hammer and had to live in a mental hospital. I had to tell Alex he wasn’t the god of thunder and that he needed help. Alex is recovering quite well, but he still occasionally has fantasies that he’s the god of thunder. Oddly enough, one night I heard the sound of thunder in the hospital and you can pretty much figure out who’s room it was coming from.
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