IZM 4: The GAUNTLET of PAIN
Written by Lord Timothy
Scene 3
View fades in on an aerial shot of a large room full of students milling about, excited, nervous, etc. Many of them are talking, creating background noise. The view travels downwards quickly, weaving in and out of people, finally resting on Dib. He's standing looking very confused and abandoned. Iggins is standing next to him, chattering incessantly
Iggins: See, that's when I used the Pig Blaster of Incredible Pain. It IS the best weapon in the game, even stronger than the Ultima Gun. You can only find it if you beat the game in 2 hours using only the punch attack. Of course, I got it after 3 days, but I'm sure if I hadn't had to eat I could have done it faster. But then, Mom would have made me take a "breather." Honestly, I don't see why I can't just get something attached to my arm that injected it directly into me. It would be so much easier...
During this conversation, Dib turns and walks off in search of intelligent life. In his place, a tall, thin girl appears. She has long black braided pigtails, with SPOOKY yellow eyes. She's swilling a cup of punch in a very businesslike fashion
Iggins: Suddenly noticing the girl Who are YOU?
Girl: I'm Fang. And you would be...?
Iggins: Attempting to strike a heroic pose and failing horribly I am Iggins, gaming master!
Fang: Wait wait wait, you're a gaming master and it took you 3 DAYS to get the Pig Blaster of Incredible Pain? You've got to be kidding me. If it had taken me that long, I'd be ashamed of myself.
Iggins: Shaking a finger at Fang Are you insituating that I'm not as good a gamer as you?
Fang: Yes. And the word is 'insinuating.'
Iggins: If I had my Virtual Slave, I'd make you eat your words!
Fang: Suddenly smiling maniacally and prodding Iggins Heh. I'd make YOU eat your words, but I think you'd probably choke. Not like raccoons. They could eat anything. But a pudgy thing like you couldn't APPRECIATE that, could you? COULD YOU?
Iggins loses his nerves. He flees squealing like a flaming piggy on roller skates. The view follows him, then stops and turns to display Zim. He's looking shifty-eyed, trying not to touch anything
Zim: Making angered gagging gestures and waving his fists GRR... so many FILTHY humans. ERR! I can't stand them all! ERGH... FILTHY!
A student approaches Zim. He's got bright blue eyes, neatly combed black hair, and a generally scrawny body. He's holding a paperback and wandering aimlessly
Boy: I can't believe this. Why did I have to come to this camp? It's pointless. My future is in front of computers, not outside. This is abuse. My parents are trying to kill me. They take my laptop and drag me out HERE, they HAVE to be trying to get rid of me. They're all thinking, "Well, if GiGa died, everything would be easier." I wish I were a cyborg. Then I could rip out their throats faster than a Google search.
Zim: Yes... well... HMM...
GiGa: Then I could bludgeon them with their own intestines until they die, squirming and writhing away their lives like fish out of water. Am I scaring you with my violent comments?
Zim: Nobody scares ZIM! Not even filthy meat-children like you! I AM ZIM!
GiGa: Withdrawing a step Okay... and people think I'M crazy...
Zim: HMM? Do you MOCK ZIM? NOBODY MOCKS ZIM!
GiGa walks off
Zim: NOBODY MOCKS ZIM!!!
View follows a random person walking by, stopping on Dib again, talking to two students. The first is a girl with swamp green eyes, and black hair with neon streaks. She's got interesting hieroglyphic tattoos up her arms and on the back of her hands. The other student is short and skinny, with brown hair and dark green eyes. She's wearing a black and white button-up dress, a beret, and loafers
First Girl: Bigfoot is just a guy with a TON of facial hair stuck in a gorilla suit.
Dib: Oh come on Nic, there's no way he is.
Nic: Oh? Did you MEET him? I TALKED to him. He said if I won at arm- wrestling him he'd give me a Twinkie.
Dib: Oh? Did you win?
Nic: Never got a chance. Some tourists caught up with him and attacked him with tennis rackets.
Dib: Ah. By the way, what's the deal with the tattoos?
Second Girl: They say, "Praise Me, Fear Me, Or Die." The ones on her hands say "Sun Dragon." They're both in Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Nic: That's Ozymandias for you, could give you a full description in six languages. Probably in Pig Latin too.
Ozymandias: Epends-day. (A/N: That means 'depends' if you didn't know)
Dib: So both of you got dragged out here too?
Nic: Yeah. I came from Valley View, and she's home-skooled.
Ozymandias: Dad said this would be a good chance to meet people. Don't you just HATE it when they try to influence your social life?
Dib: I guess...
Nic: And when they burst into song at the most embarrassing time?
Dib: Dib's eyes glaze over a little Okay...
Ozymandias: And when they tell you to "Do that little thing you do," which is intended to indicate some little dance you made up when you were a kid?
Dib: If you say so...
Nic: And then they yell at you for being back late, then lecture you for two hours on responsibility?
Dib: Yeah...
Ozymandias: You're not following us at all, are you?
Dib: Sure...
Nic: Shaking Dib DIB! SNAP OUT OF IT!
Computerized Voice: Dib?!
From between Ozymandias and Nic, a figure leaps and tackles Dib. The figure bludgeons him furiously with their fists. Ozymandias and Nic heave the figure off of Dib. It is a girl with black hair in pigtails, amber eyes, and a scar across her left cheek. A high collar covers her mouth from view, and in her pocket rests a device that looks like a cassette player. She dusts herself off deftly
Dib: What was THAT for?
Computerized Voice: Just be glad you still live.
Dib: What did I ever do to you?
Computerized Voice: Clenching her fist Your father is the reason I, Sara E. Pecora, look the way I do. It's ALL YOUR FATHER'S FAULT!
Dib: But my dad never did anything to anyone!
Sara: Is that what you think? Believe what you want. But you would be wise to make sure you're right before you make so bold a statement. Sara steps backward and disappears into the crowd
Dib: That was WEIRD...
Ozymandias: No kidding...
Nic: She was kinda SPOOKY...
Dib: Well anyway, I wonder when we actually go to our cabins?
Ozymandias: Maybe not so much weird as MYSTERIOUS...
Nic: But a kind of SPOOKY MYSTERIOUS...
Dib: Pointing Is that the Camp Director over there?
Ozymandias: Maybe she's from Canada...
Nic: Or Australia...
Dib: ARE YOU GUYS EVEN LISTENING TO ME?
Ozymandias: Sure.
Nic: Of course.
Buff Voice (OS): SILENCE ALL YOU PUNY WORMS!
View turns, and zooms up on the Camp Director, who had spoken. He is tall, overly muscular, with a shaved head and spooky brown eyes. The kind that you look at and go, "SPOOKY!" He's wearing a camo shirt and camo pants. Plus your average pair of army boots
Camp Director: Striking heroic poses with each sentence I am the Camp Director here. That means all of you will refer to me as Mister Camp Director Sir! Your gear will be taken to your sleeping quarters, where you will sleep. Tomorrow you will all report HERE, where you all be instructed on what will go on the rest of the week. GO NOW! A giant fireball explodes behind him
View switches to Fang as all the kids start filing out the doors
Fang: Psh. I could do that.
Fade out
End Scene 3
A/N:
Depending on how rough things are at school, it may be a while before the next scene is up. Just want to let everyone know.
Written by Lord Timothy
Scene 3
View fades in on an aerial shot of a large room full of students milling about, excited, nervous, etc. Many of them are talking, creating background noise. The view travels downwards quickly, weaving in and out of people, finally resting on Dib. He's standing looking very confused and abandoned. Iggins is standing next to him, chattering incessantly
Iggins: See, that's when I used the Pig Blaster of Incredible Pain. It IS the best weapon in the game, even stronger than the Ultima Gun. You can only find it if you beat the game in 2 hours using only the punch attack. Of course, I got it after 3 days, but I'm sure if I hadn't had to eat I could have done it faster. But then, Mom would have made me take a "breather." Honestly, I don't see why I can't just get something attached to my arm that injected it directly into me. It would be so much easier...
During this conversation, Dib turns and walks off in search of intelligent life. In his place, a tall, thin girl appears. She has long black braided pigtails, with SPOOKY yellow eyes. She's swilling a cup of punch in a very businesslike fashion
Iggins: Suddenly noticing the girl Who are YOU?
Girl: I'm Fang. And you would be...?
Iggins: Attempting to strike a heroic pose and failing horribly I am Iggins, gaming master!
Fang: Wait wait wait, you're a gaming master and it took you 3 DAYS to get the Pig Blaster of Incredible Pain? You've got to be kidding me. If it had taken me that long, I'd be ashamed of myself.
Iggins: Shaking a finger at Fang Are you insituating that I'm not as good a gamer as you?
Fang: Yes. And the word is 'insinuating.'
Iggins: If I had my Virtual Slave, I'd make you eat your words!
Fang: Suddenly smiling maniacally and prodding Iggins Heh. I'd make YOU eat your words, but I think you'd probably choke. Not like raccoons. They could eat anything. But a pudgy thing like you couldn't APPRECIATE that, could you? COULD YOU?
Iggins loses his nerves. He flees squealing like a flaming piggy on roller skates. The view follows him, then stops and turns to display Zim. He's looking shifty-eyed, trying not to touch anything
Zim: Making angered gagging gestures and waving his fists GRR... so many FILTHY humans. ERR! I can't stand them all! ERGH... FILTHY!
A student approaches Zim. He's got bright blue eyes, neatly combed black hair, and a generally scrawny body. He's holding a paperback and wandering aimlessly
Boy: I can't believe this. Why did I have to come to this camp? It's pointless. My future is in front of computers, not outside. This is abuse. My parents are trying to kill me. They take my laptop and drag me out HERE, they HAVE to be trying to get rid of me. They're all thinking, "Well, if GiGa died, everything would be easier." I wish I were a cyborg. Then I could rip out their throats faster than a Google search.
Zim: Yes... well... HMM...
GiGa: Then I could bludgeon them with their own intestines until they die, squirming and writhing away their lives like fish out of water. Am I scaring you with my violent comments?
Zim: Nobody scares ZIM! Not even filthy meat-children like you! I AM ZIM!
GiGa: Withdrawing a step Okay... and people think I'M crazy...
Zim: HMM? Do you MOCK ZIM? NOBODY MOCKS ZIM!
GiGa walks off
Zim: NOBODY MOCKS ZIM!!!
View follows a random person walking by, stopping on Dib again, talking to two students. The first is a girl with swamp green eyes, and black hair with neon streaks. She's got interesting hieroglyphic tattoos up her arms and on the back of her hands. The other student is short and skinny, with brown hair and dark green eyes. She's wearing a black and white button-up dress, a beret, and loafers
First Girl: Bigfoot is just a guy with a TON of facial hair stuck in a gorilla suit.
Dib: Oh come on Nic, there's no way he is.
Nic: Oh? Did you MEET him? I TALKED to him. He said if I won at arm- wrestling him he'd give me a Twinkie.
Dib: Oh? Did you win?
Nic: Never got a chance. Some tourists caught up with him and attacked him with tennis rackets.
Dib: Ah. By the way, what's the deal with the tattoos?
Second Girl: They say, "Praise Me, Fear Me, Or Die." The ones on her hands say "Sun Dragon." They're both in Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Nic: That's Ozymandias for you, could give you a full description in six languages. Probably in Pig Latin too.
Ozymandias: Epends-day. (A/N: That means 'depends' if you didn't know)
Dib: So both of you got dragged out here too?
Nic: Yeah. I came from Valley View, and she's home-skooled.
Ozymandias: Dad said this would be a good chance to meet people. Don't you just HATE it when they try to influence your social life?
Dib: I guess...
Nic: And when they burst into song at the most embarrassing time?
Dib: Dib's eyes glaze over a little Okay...
Ozymandias: And when they tell you to "Do that little thing you do," which is intended to indicate some little dance you made up when you were a kid?
Dib: If you say so...
Nic: And then they yell at you for being back late, then lecture you for two hours on responsibility?
Dib: Yeah...
Ozymandias: You're not following us at all, are you?
Dib: Sure...
Nic: Shaking Dib DIB! SNAP OUT OF IT!
Computerized Voice: Dib?!
From between Ozymandias and Nic, a figure leaps and tackles Dib. The figure bludgeons him furiously with their fists. Ozymandias and Nic heave the figure off of Dib. It is a girl with black hair in pigtails, amber eyes, and a scar across her left cheek. A high collar covers her mouth from view, and in her pocket rests a device that looks like a cassette player. She dusts herself off deftly
Dib: What was THAT for?
Computerized Voice: Just be glad you still live.
Dib: What did I ever do to you?
Computerized Voice: Clenching her fist Your father is the reason I, Sara E. Pecora, look the way I do. It's ALL YOUR FATHER'S FAULT!
Dib: But my dad never did anything to anyone!
Sara: Is that what you think? Believe what you want. But you would be wise to make sure you're right before you make so bold a statement. Sara steps backward and disappears into the crowd
Dib: That was WEIRD...
Ozymandias: No kidding...
Nic: She was kinda SPOOKY...
Dib: Well anyway, I wonder when we actually go to our cabins?
Ozymandias: Maybe not so much weird as MYSTERIOUS...
Nic: But a kind of SPOOKY MYSTERIOUS...
Dib: Pointing Is that the Camp Director over there?
Ozymandias: Maybe she's from Canada...
Nic: Or Australia...
Dib: ARE YOU GUYS EVEN LISTENING TO ME?
Ozymandias: Sure.
Nic: Of course.
Buff Voice (OS): SILENCE ALL YOU PUNY WORMS!
View turns, and zooms up on the Camp Director, who had spoken. He is tall, overly muscular, with a shaved head and spooky brown eyes. The kind that you look at and go, "SPOOKY!" He's wearing a camo shirt and camo pants. Plus your average pair of army boots
Camp Director: Striking heroic poses with each sentence I am the Camp Director here. That means all of you will refer to me as Mister Camp Director Sir! Your gear will be taken to your sleeping quarters, where you will sleep. Tomorrow you will all report HERE, where you all be instructed on what will go on the rest of the week. GO NOW! A giant fireball explodes behind him
View switches to Fang as all the kids start filing out the doors
Fang: Psh. I could do that.
Fade out
End Scene 3
A/N:
Depending on how rough things are at school, it may be a while before the next scene is up. Just want to let everyone know.